"Innocence!"

Yang Jing said frankly. Yang Haoyu is a clansman and an enemy, and Qingshi is a slave and a relative.

Between the people who bullied themselves and the slaves who treated them as their own, Yang Jing chose Qingshi, his relative.

After listening to Yang Jing's answer, Yang Wuxian frowned slightly and said, "This is your choice? I wanted to give you a chance, so let's do it." ”

"Capture it, I'll give you all the corpse!"

"Dreaming!"

"If you don't want to, then die!"

Yang Wuxian's body suddenly appeared on the surface of four rounds of aura, the two-legged goose feather aura, the lower body lotus heart aura, the navel halo that does not fall, and the chest hundred dog aura.

The aura of the goose feather gives the speed of a flying goose.

The lotus heart aura endows the lotus root with a broken thread-like vitality.

The aura of infallibility is given to the body of the infallible.

The aura of a hundred dogs gives a hundred dogs the power of a hundred dogs.

The four rounds of aura rotated, and the spiritual pressure formed by the soul momentum was like a huge mountain above his head, almost lying on the ground.

"Purple Thunder Soul Destroyer, Lead!"

Yang Wuxian stretched out his finger, and a purple lightning bolt fell from the sky and hit Yang Jing's head directly.

Yang Jing's hair stood upside down all over his body, his skin was scorched, and he fell straight to the ground, already dead.

"Magical powers, it turned out to be magical powers!"

Yang Kaihe, who was watching from the sidelines, was so excited that he couldn't help himself. Since the Soul Wheel Ring Method was handed down, various methods of cultivating the gods have been created one after another, but the magical powers that can exert the power of the Soul Wheel Ring are still very rare.

In the Yang's three-door wheel ring method, the purple thunder wheel ring method and the Xuanhuo wheel ring method each have two small magical powers, and the purple thunder soul destroying is one of the two small magic powers in the purple thunder wheel ring method.

Now, this little magic power has been cultivated by Yang Wuxian, which is really the luck of the Yang family. As for Yang Jing, who is dead, no one will care.

Yang Kaihe saluted respectfully and shouted, "Congratulations to the young master for cultivating supernatural powers." ”

"God bless the Yang Clan!"

"God bless the Yang Clan!"

Yang Wuxian rode back, Yang Kaihe looked at Yang Jing's corpse, thinking that he was the same clan and put his corpse into the ground, which could be regarded as the last mercy.

However, the task of digging the pit was usually done by slaves, and there were no suitable tools in their hands, so they had to let Yang Jing's corpse be in the wilderness, and then send someone to bury it when he returned to the clan.

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The southwest of the Mei River is a small mountain range, and its highest peak is called Meishan. There are many plum trees in this mountain, in winter and spring, a mountain of snow color, light fragrance and soft elegance, it is the place where the young generation of Meihe feasts and appreciates the plum blossoms.

In a wooden pavilion called Xuemei Pavilion on the waist of Meishan, there sat a young man with a white face and beard, he was wearing a white robe, and the inside and belt sachet were white. The long jet-black hair is simply tied and fastened with a white hairpin.

This person is called Bai Luoxi, and he is one of the human walks of the Divine Court, and he is dedicated to looking for children and teenagers with the qualifications of cultivating the gods for the Divine Court.

The purple lightning flashed away in the sky, and Bai Luoxi groaned slightly in his heart: "If you can use your little magical powers, you have good qualifications, if you are young and not destined by God, you should enter my Wuxiang Divine Court." ”

Bai Luoxi got up, a white aura appeared on his feet, turned into a pair of white-feathered and black-pupiled eagles, held up Bai Luoxi, and flew towards the purple lightning strike.

After about a stick of incense, Bai Luoxi arrived at the place of the lightning strike, and saw a charred corpse lying on the ground, but what made Bai Luoxi feel strange was that this corpse was shattered, but the body was still alive.

Bai Luoxi patted the sachet on his waist, and something flew out of it, but it was a scroll with gold trim on a white background. The scroll was good in the wind, and it fell into Bai Luoxi's hands in a blink of an eye.

He unfolded the scroll, and saw a white light fly out, sink into the corpse on the ground, and then fly back into the scroll. The scrolls rippled and a few lines of text appeared:

Yang Jing, a native of Meihe, Xuanyu of the Shang Dynasty, was born on March 3, 856 in the Shang calendar, and was a member of the Yang clan, with his biological father Yang Yu and his biological mother Huai.

Since childhood, he was born with divine powers, and he has a huge amount of food, but he can't step into Shinto because his body suppresses his soul.

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On August 13, 870 in the Shang calendar, due to the death of the slave Qingshi, he shot out in anger and killed the clansman Yang Haoyu, and then absconded, and was killed by Yang Wuxian outside the Mei River with the magic power of purple thunder.

The soul is shattered but the body is immortal.

He is a prodigy who practices Shinto.

Bai Luoxi put away the scroll, patted the sachet again, and seven flags of different colors flew out of it. The flag became larger in the wind, and was planted around Yang Jing's body by Bai Luoxi, like a whirlpool.

"The soul is terrible, come back!"

"The soul is terrible, come back!"

"The soul is terrible, come back!"

Bai Luoxi twisted his waist, his hands were swinging, his ten finger prints were changing, and his feet were not idle, walking and jumping quickly.

This is a spiritualist dance, combined with a seven-colored spiritualist flag, which can summon the soul of a person who has just died. If the soul has a strong will, it will be able to return to the physical body and return to the world. If the soul wishes to die, it will enter the Nine Hells and be reincarnated.

Yang Jing was unwilling, and after his soul gathered, he burrowed into the flesh and returned to the world.

"The senior's life-saving grace, the kid can't repay it, and he is willing to wait for the left and right, serving tea and water. ”

Yang Jing knelt on the ground and said to Bai Luoxi.

"Just wait, wait for your cultivation in the future, and don't forget the feelings of today's soul summoning. ”

Bai Luoxi shook his head and said.

If Yang Jing does not have the qualifications to cultivate gods, it is okay to keep him by his side to serve tea and water, but Yang Jing can be expected in the future, and staying by his side will only waste his talents.

"Who are you who is using the Thunder Dao Little Divine Power?"

"I used to be a clansman, but now I am an enemy. ”

After Yang Jing's introduction, Bai Luoxi was basically sure that this Yang Wuxian was a person destined by God and could not be provoked for the time being.

After thinking for a while, Bai Luoxi asked, "Do you still have relatives at home?"

"The kid is already alone, I implore my seniors to take him in!"

"Since you don't have to worry about it, go up the mountain with me!"

"Thank you seniors for making it perfect!"

After Bai Luoxi put the seven-colored spirit flag into the sachet on his waist, he led Yang Jing to the northeast.

When the slave who came to bury Yang Jing found that Yang Jing's body was missing, the Yang clan was puzzled for a while, and then forgot about Yang Jing.

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About 300 miles to the north of the Meihe River, there is a stone city, called Guancheng. At this time, two people walked on the official road outside the south gate of Guancheng. The former was dressed in a snow-white robe, with black hair like a waterfall, fixed only by a snow-colored hairpin, and the latter was dressed in red and black, with a thumb-sized white jade fish hanging from his waist, and there were mud and dust stains on the corners of his clothes.

These two people are Bai Luoxi and Yang Jing from Meihe. After the two of them were verified by the Demon Mirror and confirmed that they were not in the disguise of the demons, they successfully entered the city.

On the brick-paved ground, the inhabitants walked in twos and threes, interspersed with several slaves carrying heavy loads. On both sides of the street, there are vendors and shops, and the shouting and chatter are mixed to give people a lively feeling.

Bai Luoxi led Yang Jing into an inn called Wuling and sat down at the window on the first floor.

"Two guests, what would you like to eat?"

"Half a Wuling Mountain pig, three Wuling chickens, three plates of rice, and a few plates of other vegetarian dishes!"

"Well, wait a minute!"

Bai Luoxi and Yang Jing sat opposite each other, both looking at the pedestrians coming and going outside the window, thinking about their own affairs.

At tea time, the guy will bring up the cooked half of the Wuling mountain pig, the golden meat, the fragrance is fragrant, and it is soft and slightly sweet in the mouth.

The meat of Wuling chicken is torn into pieces, dipped in spicy seeds, and sent into the mouth, and the taste buds bloom like flowers.

In front of the food, Yang Jing was no longer respectful, holding a pot of rice, sandwiching the dishes in the dishes, and quickly sending it to his mouth. He seems to have an ability to swallow food that goes into his mouth with just a few chews.

Bai Luoxi stopped and watched Yang Jing wipe out the food on the table like a starving ghost.

The guests at the table next to him and the guy serving the food seemed to have met someone like Yang Jing for the first time, and their eyes were round. Needless to say, Yang Jing will be one of their bragging rights.

Half a boar, three black chickens, and three pots of rice almost entered Yang Jing's stomach, but his stomach was only a little bulging than usual, and he couldn't see that he had a lot of food at all.

After Yang Jing finished drinking the soup, Bai Luoxi went to the counter to settle the bill, and then led Yang Jing away.