Yang Guang covered his chest, black blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and shouted unwillingly: "Why, why did you betray me." ”

"Alright, alright, stop shouting." Liu Yifan walked to Yang Guang's side, and at this time he was relaxed, and his steps were much brisker.

Looking up, all the fierce ghosts in the building were deflated, all of them were paralyzed, and the black armor fell off their bodies, like withered petals.

The flesh that had just grown out slowly rotted and evaporated, emitting black smoke "slightly", and finally turned into a pile of white bones, lying motionless on the ground.

It seems to be waiting for the final moment of demise.

"Are you Yang Guang?" Liu Yifan was extremely happy when he saw this scene, and knew that the other party was already at the end of the crossbow at this time, so he walked closer and wanted to take a closer look to see what this emperor who had been scolded for more than a thousand years looked like.

"I am the Son of Heaven of the Great Sui, so don't you kneel down quickly." I have to say that even when he was dying, Yang Guang still showed the bearing of a generation of emperors.

"Really!" Liu Yifan looked at this dying emperor with interest.

"It's handsome to be born, but it's too tyrannical and too mediocre." Liu Yifan quipped around Yang Guang.

The Great Sui was really divided in his hands, and the world, whether it was the ministers of the court or the ordinary people, had a very tacit united front to overthrow Yang Guang.

Although the purpose is different, the original intention is different, and the outcome is different, the anti-Sui banner that can be raised is to overthrow Yang Guang's tyranny, so that all the people of the whole country can hate the same enemy, which is also the ability.

"Tut-tut." Although Liu Yifan's history is not very good, his deeds are really not unfamiliar.

"Why, why is this, where is the reason of heaven!" At this time, Yang Guang's spirit seemed to have collapsed: "Ha...... Ha...... Ha" sneered self-deprecatingly.

"It seems that today I am in a catastrophe, I don't have to work for you, you rats, how can you match the Son of Heaven to do it." Yang Guang sneered, his expression mixed with horror and weirdness.

"Why?" Liu Yifan looked at Yang Guang who had been asking this question, and couldn't help laughing, laughing loudly, even more terrifying than Yang Guang's laughter, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"Yang Guang, Yang Guang, when you say this, have you ever thought about the tens of thousands of fallen soldiers of the Eastern Expedition to Goguryeo, where their souls are, where their souls are, hundreds of thousands of strong men who created the eastern capital of Luoyang for you and were then exhausted to death, what kind of mood and what kind of feelings their families have, you can know the pain of parting from death in your relatives, and you can know the heart-wrenching of not seeing the corpses of your relatives."

Liu Yifan's voice became louder and louder, and he remembered the appearance of the villagers waiting for the return of their relatives, his expression became more and more hideous, and his anger reached the peak.

"Have you ever thought about your father Yang Jian and eldest brother Yang Yong. Have you ever wondered what the crimes of some old ministers such as Gao Gong are? You killed them all mercilessly. As soon as these words came out, Yang Guang stopped his anger and looked at the ground with empty eyes.

Li Shimin and Wei Zheng walked in at this time, and when they heard Liu Yifan's words, they stood at the door and looked here meaningfully. Seeing Yang Guang's soul, his brows furrowed, a generation of emperors would actually become like this.

Li Shimin shook his head and said, "It's a big joke." ”

"It's just self-inflicted." Wei Zheng's expression flashed with regret.

Wei Chi Jingde walked over with a steel whip in his hand and Cheng Yanjin with a Xuanhua plate axe in his hand, covered in black blood, and stood in front of Li Shimin, just in case, staring at Yang Guang.

And the ghost of the warriors who were summoned by Liu Yifan spat on Yang Guang together.

The man with the long tassel gun in his hand had already walked up to the second floor, and came to the side of Tang Hengdao, who had been thrown out by Liu Yifan and stabbed into the wooden pillar, and pulled it out with a "buzz".

Liu Yifan stretched out his right hand with tacit understanding.

The man's face was indifferent and he threw it towards Liu Yifan.

Liu Yifan grabbed in the air, held the hilt of the knife, took Tang Heng's knife, turned around, and stabbed into Yang Guang's body shrouded in black mist.

"Go down and atone for your sins." Liu Yifan said indifferently.

Yang Guang finally went down in the scolding of the warrior ghost, and until the moment of death, his eyes were not closed, revealing unwillingness, unwillingness, and disobedience, but there was no remorse.

Liu Yifan also ignored it, the gap between the two people's ideas and thoughts is too big, if Yang Guang can be enlightened by just a few words, it will not be overthrown by the whole country, his glory and wealth, his lofty and lofty will all disappear, and then let him slowly atone for his sins in hell.

With the demise of Yang Guang, the white bones lying on the ground also slowly shattered, turned into powder, and finally disappeared without a trace.

Liu Yifan didn't know what would happen to these dead ghosts, although they were just spiritless puppets summoned by Yang Guang, they could not be reincarnated, they could only be used by Yang Guang, I have to say that they were very pitiful, and now they dissipated in the air, which can be regarded as a relief.

When everything was gone, the whole building was surprisingly quiet, and all the drunken diners fainted as if they were dead.

Liu Yifan shook his head, these people have absorbed too much yang qi in the past two days, exhausted the last trace of essence in their bodies, and if they are lucky, they will have a serious illness, and even if they recover, they will have sequelae for a lifetime.

Those who are unlucky, the heavy ones will die with a whimper, and the light ones will spend the rest of their lives in bed.

"Hey......" sighed heavily, Liu Yifan relaxed, and sat on the central stage.

It's finally over, Liu Yifan only feels back pain and leg cramps, and there is no place in his body that doesn't hurt.

When he looked up and saw Li Shimin and others, he beckoned.

Li Shimin was just about to walk forward, but was hurriedly dragged by Wei Zheng behind him, and Wei Chi Jingde and Cheng Yanjin raised their weapons to protect Li Shimin.

Liu Yifan was stunned, this is afraid of me.

Then it became clear, and I saw the battle spirits of the beggar village that had been summoned before standing in front of Liu Yifan, led by the man with the red tassel gun, standing there in an orderly manner.

"That ......" Liu Yifan didn't know what to say, and scratched his head, which was completely different from the way he scolded Yang Guang before.

"We are all the souls of the frontier protectors, killed in the battle with the Turks, and have not returned to their hometowns, such as lonely ghosts, today thanks to the benefactor for calling with supernatural powers, we can return to our homeland, if there is any difficulty in the future, we will do our best to repay the kindness of the father." The man in charge said.

"You're from Beggar Village." Liu Yifan said slowly.

"How do you know that we are all soldiers who joined the army from Qilian Village and were sent to the frontier to fight the Turks." The man who took the lead was slightly surprised.

"I'm the village chief of Qilian Village." Liu Yifan laughed softly.

The soldiers did not show homesickness until this time, and some even shed tears, but the soldiers' faith did not allow them to be cowardly, and even if they wept, they straightened their backs.

But they are also sentient people, and the lovesickness is not controlled, and some soldiers shouted.

"I am the son of the Li family at the head of the village, I don't know how my parents are at home, how are they doing?"

"I belong to the Zhang family, has my family remarried? Tell her not to wait for me. ”

"The three of us are the three sons of the Zhao family, I don't know how my old mother is, and I hope that the village elder will tell me that the old mother and the sons have not embarrassed her."

"I belong to the Qian family, I don't know how tall my son has grown, but the village elder told me that his father is a warrior, and he must be fearless when he grows up to protect the country and the country."

"I am the ...... of the Sun family"

"I am the ...... of the Zhou family"

In this way, the war spirits introduced themselves one by one, and also told the location of their home, hoping to let their relatives know their news.

Although he died in battle, he was brave and fearless, and although he could not see each other far away in the sky, he was homesick every night in the night sky.

"You are all the pride of the village, and I think it's better for you to say these things yourself." Liu Yifan stood up again, Tang Hengdao raised it in the air and said, "Follow me, I'll take you home!" ”

"Thank you, I'm waiting for one hundred and fifty soldiers, willing to follow Engong."

After speaking, one hundred and fifty battle spirits of the begging curtain village gathered together into the Tang Heng Knife in mid-air, so that on the originally dark black Tang Heng Knife, winding red lines appeared, wrapped around the knife body, as if alive, with blood.