Yang Jiao said to himself:

"It's simple, straightforward, and very refreshing."

"What is the first person in Beimang, Tuoba Bodhisattva and the five major sects, the ten major demons, the sword-eating ancestor Sui Xiegu, Li Dangxin of the Liangchan Temple, the monk Nagarjuna, or Zhang Fuyi, who has been cowering in the Daode Forest of Shangyin School Palace for eight hundred years, and has broken the luck of Confucianism and obtained immortality."

"There is also the Peach Blossom Sword God Deng Tai'a, Wang Xianzhi of Emperor Wu City, by the way, there should be two old immortals in your Dragon and Tiger Mountain, one should be called Zhao Huangchao, originally the prince of the Zhao family in Liyang, for the luck of the Zhao family, he gave up the beauties of the country and entered the Dragon and Tiger Mountain to practice, and a heavenly master passed on Zhao Xuansu, although it is a land fairyland, but the strength is not enough, and he can't open the gate of heaven, so he can only survive."

"In addition to these people, the two dynasties can also send their own troops, the more the better, then I don't have to work hard."

When Yang Jiao said this, he stood with his hands in his hands, and his eyes were terrifying:

"Don't worry, not only will I let the Liyang and Beimang royal families sincerely send troops to kill me, but also have a way to make the people in the three sects, the martial artists in the world, and the immortals in the sky, all have an endless killing intent against me."

"Do you think that I can smash the luck of this world and destroy the martial arts of the world, can I lead the world to the wind and clouds and make countless people shout at me."

With a wave of his robe, a black sun hung high above the Hui Mountain, and a large amount of purple gold qi quickly surged from all directions.

In the dragon pond in the depths of Dragon and Tiger Mountain, the purple golden lotus of luck was damaged one after another, and then he shook out an angry shout:

"He Fangxiao is small, and he dares to damage the luck of my Heavenly Master's Mansion."

Before everyone could digest the shocking words Yang Jiao said, they saw a black sun hanging high in the sky, and when they were puzzled, a loud shout suddenly sounded in the depths of Longhu Mountain.

Suddenly, the people of the Heavenly Master's Mansion present looked angry, and without the slightest hesitation, they all waved the incomparably thick internal force of the sea of qi and hit Yang Jiao.

Yang Jiao's eyelids were raised, and when the fierce Gang Qi came to his body quickly, it was like a mud cow entering the sea, without setting off the slightest wave.

"Your methods are like a little dust, no wonder the martial artists in the rivers and lakes are dominant today." Yang Jiao's eyes were dark, as silent as a deep pool:

"The black sun in the sky not only absorbs the luck of Longhu Mountain, but also the famous and surnamed forces in the rivers and lakes such as Dongyue Sword Pond, Wujia Sword Tomb, Wudi City, etc., and even the luck of Beiliang, Liyang, and Beimang, will be absorbed by it."

"Moreover, I don't know if you feel that you probably don't know much about the heaven and earth spirit machine, you just need to understand that the black sun will not only quickly devour the world's luck, but also swallow the heaven and earth spirit machine that can make you wait for you to practice martial arts."

"I don't know if you feel that the heavens and the earth are gradually beginning to become heavier now, the power of the martial arts that could be unleashed in the past is decreasing, and after the heaven and earth are completely swallowed by the black sun whale, there should be no more martial arts in this world, and they will all be reduced to the flow of the mundane."

"Then the dark sun will erupt and overturn the light curtain of the world, and all those who are shrouded in the curtain of light will be turned into ashes."

His tone paused slightly, and he said indifferently:

"But it is worth mentioning that if the good heart is greater than the evil deeds, and the merits are greater than the sins, then you will be safe."

"But I don't know that behind the light of the black sun, the powerful families in the world, the three religions and nine streams on the rivers and lakes, how many people can get a good death, and how many end up in ashes, and I don't know if the princes and generals on the high and the emperor can survive the disaster."

As soon as the words fell, many people ran the internal force in the sea of qi, and they didn't know if it was an illusion, but the operation of the internal force did feel a little more difficult.

Yang Jiao continued indifferently and calmly:

"If I die, the sun will be destroyed, and if I die, I will return to luck, and I will be crushed and scattered, then the spirit of heaven and earth will survive, and the martial arts of the world will continue, and there will be no situation where the world will die in the eyes of you."

"On the ninth day of the ninth month of September, the day of Chongyang, outside of Beiliang, I am waiting for Liyang, and the armies of the two countries in Beimang are also waiting for the people of the three religions, the martial artists of the rivers and lakes, to erase me from the world."

After that, the hanging black sun dragged a long purple gold qi and fled towards the northwest, and the black Jiao let out another low roar, and its figure flashed and disappeared into the sky.

The people who remained in the scene looked at the northwest direction with great solemnity.

After a while, Xu Fengnian frowned:

"The world will change, it seems that Emperor Wu City can't go now, so he can only go home."

And some people on the field didn't care about the hostility towards Bei Liang and left in a hurry.

After all, in their opinion, today's Beiliang has become a powerful arm for them to deal with the Chengjiao people.

Ten days later, the world is changing, from the court to the rivers and lakes, all of which are surging.

Even ordinary people who have never practiced martial arts know that there is a peerless demon who makes the evil law cause chaos in the world, and wants to open endless killings, cut off the fortune of the dynasty, and cut off the martial arts of the world, as if he wants to restart the troubled times and make the world fall into misery again.

It is because all those who have learned martial arts in the rivers and lakes have all embarked on the road to Beiliang, among them, there are small sects, there are also big families, not to mention the famous and famous forces.

Not only that, Beimang is also constantly deploying troops on the frontier, and the sects on the rivers and lakes are pouring out.

At the same time that Emperor Liyang ordered the Northern Liang Army to be on standby at any time, he also gathered 200,000 elites and sent them to Northern Liang.

Three months later.

Outside the Beiliang, on the vast grassland, a black giant Jiao was coiled in the air, and Yang Jiao was sitting on the Jiao's head with his eyes closed.

Under the firmament, there are two big suns, one is the golden sun, and the other is the dark and dark sun.

At a distance of about half a mile around Yang Jiao, there were not only heavy soldiers from Liyang, Beiliang, and Beimang, but also people from the rivers and lakes of the two countries and three places.

There are still four days left before the Double Ninth Festival, but looking around, it seems that the world's famous masters have arrived.

I saw a place where the three religions and nine streams of the rivers and lakes gathered, divided into various small circles, but one of them was the most calm, but it was also the most eye-catching.

I don't know how many people are looking at these people, most of their qi is connected to heaven and earth, most of them are elderly, and most of the rest are middle-aged, only one young and beautiful woman.

Dressed in white, with white hair and long white hair, it is Wang Xianzhi, and the big man who is like a cropper is the Tuoba Bodhisattva who is the first person in Beimang.

A middle-aged man with a mediocre appearance, without the demeanor of a peerless master, is Deng Tai'a, who is known as the Peach Blossom Sword God.

The tall and burly one-armed old man is the Sui Xiegu who swallowed countless famous swords into his belly and is known as the ancestor of the sword-eating elders, and in the past he fought against the two-sleeved green snake whose power was still at the peak of Li Chungang's power, exchanging a sword and an arm.

A little boy with red lips and white teeth is Zhao Xuansu of the Heavenly Master Mansion of Longhu Mountain, an old man who looks at the resourcefulness and resourcefulness, and is the Zhao Huangchao who gave up the beauty of the country to enter Longhu Mountain for the sake of Zhao's luck and practiced.

The elegant middle-aged man in Tsing Yi is Cao Changqing, a remnant of Western Chu who is known as the exclusive possession of the celestial phenomena.

A blind pianist is Zhang Fuyao, who has been in the world for 800 years.

(End of chapter)