Regarding the strange behavior of the king's authority, the three strong men above saw the clues, and Yang Jie, who had no sense of existence from beginning to end, said:

"Take advantage of him to snatch the flesh from the other party and kill him."

"No, he has some connection to my life."

The first Yang Huang opened his mouth to stop it, he couldn't say that the other party was his grandfather, but his subconscious thoughts couldn't be erased.

Yang Jie turned his head to look at Lifang Taibai and said, "He is a Three Immortal Monk, you decide." ”

The woman hesitated slightly, nodded and said:

"We don't know how long his spell will last, and we don't know if this young man will be able to regain the initiative, now is the best time."

Yang Jie, who had seen that the king's power was not pleasing to his eyes, immediately rushed down, and the young man was fighting with "Gensheng" in the world of consciousness at the moment, and he didn't know the outside form at all.

The next moment, under everyone's gaze, Yang Jie ripped off the head of the king.

The white spiritual world turned black in an instant, and the king looked around, where was there still a shadow of roots, and at this time, a cold voice sounded in his ears:

"Boy, it looks like your body won't be used."

Wang Quanquan's heart was beating wildly, knowing that he was more than lucky, so he simply closed his eyes and fell down directly.

……

A headless body fell from the air and slammed into the ground, blood spurting out several feet, and two women in the distance quickly flew forward when they saw this, one of them burst into tears before he could get closer.

Yang Dingchun, who was still standing in place, moved subconsciously, and after seeing the other two rushing out, he still stopped his impulse, although his eyes were always cold, but the faint aggravated snort exposed his heart.

Liu Meijiao was the first to come to her, lay down on the corpse and cried bitterly, Xiao Hong was more calm, and held the pulse of the king's authority with her hand.

It stands to reason that Emperor Yang personally took action, and he had no chance of survival, but when the other party was doing it, he still subconsciously glanced at his daughter.

As Wang Yijing said, if he really killed this guy, he was afraid that he would hurt his daughter's heart, and Yang Jie only destroyed his body in the end and did not touch his soul.

After a while, Yao Hong withdrew her right hand and said softly, "Don't worry, he's not dead." ”

Liu Meijiao raised her head, slightly surprised, and was wondering if she had heard it wrong, when Wang Quanquan's exposed skin faintly glowed with purple gold.

After a few moments, a large number of flesh buds began to emerge from the broken neck, bones, tendons, flesh, skin... In the surprised gaze of the two, he gave birth to a new head little by little.

After the head was fully formed, the man opened his eyes, looked at the two women in front of him, and then looked at the head that was casually discarded by Emperor Yang in the distance, and said thoughtfully:

"Is man conscious or somatic first...... This is a problem. ”

As he spoke, he tilted his head, and there was a caba sound from his neck, and he continued:

"The real me, will it be dead? At this moment, I am just a copy of my complete memory, or perhaps, everything is just my dying fantasy......"

Seeing him chattering, the two women couldn't help but show worry in their eyes, and they stepped forward and touched his forehead and said:

"Are you alright?"

"It's okay, it's just a feeling, people live to a certain age, and they inevitably think about philosophy."

If there is really a philosopher present, he will definitely be tempted to give him a mouthful, you have cultivated the truth, and you are still talking about philosophy here?

Wang Quanquan shook his head a little dazed, looked up at the people above, the Holy Spirit servants had already left his body, it was said that the matter should be over, but the three of them were still frowning, as if they were guarding against something.

Yang Dingchun, who was at the back of the crowd, was relieved to see that the man was safe and sound, and when he saw him behaving intimately with the other two women, he couldn't help but give birth to a nameless fire.

At this moment, a voice exploded in her head:

"It is said that women are red-faced and troublesome, but I didn't expect that handsome men are the same."

The woman was startled in her heart, faintly unhappy, and in the next second, her eyes suddenly changed, and the corners of her mouth rushed into the sky with a smile.

……

"The descendants of the Yang family have the ability to screw off your daughter's head as well."

Yang Dingchun stood in front of the three of them with a sneering face, his expression was high, and Yang Jie's eyes were tearful when he saw this scene.

The woman closed her eyes, took a deep breath and said:

"In the entire imperial court, there are at least three people for this seat to come, even if you are willing to kill your relatives in righteousness, the deity can still come again."

After saying that, he opened his eyes, and quickly punched out several spells with both hands, and spells popped out of his mouth one after another:

"The six sides are sealed, the fierce gods descend, and the peach source is coming."

In an instant, a purple electric cage was born in the space where several people were located, blocking their retreat, and at the same time, two spatial cracks appeared behind Yang Dingchun, and two figures, one large and one small, walked out from the inside.

The supernatural powers have not stopped, and a peach forest has been conjured up around them, and a corrosive force is exuding from the forest, assimilating them all the time.

The emperor Yang Fu said in a deep voice:

"Stick to your heart, you must not be caught by him, otherwise you will become a part of this peach forest."

Yang Jie, who was still immersed in the pain of losing his daughter, hurriedly gathered his mind, and after a while, his right leg was already faintly showing signs of stiffness, and he knew that if he wanted to save his daughter, he could only be ruthless.

At this time, the voice of the first Yang Huang sounded again, but even his only remaining hope was extinguished:

"Don't think about how to save her, the purple thunder around her can block the power of heaven and earth, unless you kill her, just wait to be consumed alive."

Lifang Taibai had nothing to do with Yang Dingchun, and decisively chose to make a move, Yang Huang wanted to block it for the first time, but was stopped by his own ancestor.

"Yangjie, don't forget your duties, you are the emperor."

The latter was stunned when he heard this, and looked at his daughter with complicated eyes, if this battle is lost, the entire Yangcang Realm may be buried with him, and he Yangjie really can't be this ancient sinner.

……

Lifang Taibai and Yang Dingchun fought together, one of the two sides held a sword, and the other held the sun and moon wheel, and it was difficult to distinguish for a while.

The two fierce gods in armor in the back rushed towards the other two with black smoke all over their bodies, among which the huge one was the halberd fierce god named "Lu Feng", and the other was petite, and it was a woman at first glance.

Even if the body is hidden under the armor, it is still difficult to hide its slender posture, and a soft whip made of unknown material is extremely tough, even if the bullfighting sword is cut on it, there is no trace.

Lu Feng held a heavy halberd against the first generation of the Yang Emperor, and the powerful attack could knock the opponent out of the way every time, and the female fierce god had a soft whip as flexible as a snake, and the whole body was red and there was a sharp tooth tied at the end, which came from an ancient poisonous snake, and it was a poison that could not be cured today.

Yang Jie kept dodging the long whip, and the bullsword in his hand was entangled by the other party from time to time, and the last sharp tooth flew past his eyes, and after a few moves, his breath became heavier and heavier, and his eyes appeared blurred like never before.

The most uncomfortable of several people is him, while dealing with the female fierce god, while maintaining the spirit of the ancestor, he can't let go of his daughter in his heart, his face is obviously a little older than just now, and if he thinks about it like this, he is afraid that he will really become the first saint void monk to die of old age in the past.

While fighting and retreating, a voice sounded in Yang Jie's head:

"Your Majesty, maybe I have a way to drive that guy away from the princess's body."

……

(End of chapter)