"The last wish?" Xuan Cang withdrew his palm, glanced at the young man in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly, and chuckled: "The little brother of the Jiang family is really a wonderful person!

Now, I am not afraid that this young man of the Jiang family will play any new tricks.

Even if there is, Xuan Cang is not afraid at all.

For him, even if he is really like a lost dog and has nothing to rely on, he is still the pinnacle of the Kyushu world.

Now in this river and lake, heaven and man do not come out, even the Dugu Ji who has an iron sword outside the Moon Tower, he still has not taken it seriously.

The two belong to the same generation, and they are old acquaintances, and they know the roots best.

On the "Kyushu Hidden Dragon List" that year, Lonely was only worthy of being in the top 100.

And he, Xuan Cang, the most dazzling Tianjiao of the Xuan Corpse Sect in the past, was the Tanhua on the hidden dragon list in that life, and his formation cultivation was unparalleled in the world.

If it weren't for that life, two demons who should not have belonged to the world were born.

Kyushu is the first hidden dragon, and it may not be unexpected.

Therefore, even if Dugu Ji borrowed Beiliang's thousands of swords to slash out the 'celestials'.

fell in Xuan Cang's eyes, but it was still not enough to see, not enough to really threaten himself.

The formation outside the Moon Tower was just a whim, and he made a temporary move at hand.

What really relied on was the formation of the twelve flags in the house.

Twelve blood-colored array flags, with a good history.

The scarlet red flag is all made by the skin of the sages and heavenly spirits of the former Xuan Corpse Sect who stepped into the realm of the Corpse Emperor, and fused their own three souls.

The snow-white flagpole is also taken from the former sages of the Xuan Corpse Sect, which is the bone of its hand and refined from the seven spirits.

The Corpse Emperor realm is equivalent to an alternative enlightenment, far above the Corpse King Corpse Emperor, his strength is extremely strong, and he is comparable to a celestial man at his peak.

The Xuan Corpse Sect was founded by the first ancestor 'Heavenly Corpse Master', and after 10,000 years, it only refined 12 Corpse Emperor Array Flags.

Turning flags into arrays is equivalent to twelve peak Corpse Emperor realm powerhouses watching each other and forming a formation.

The upper can be a fairy, and the lower can be a demon.

Big, can cover thousands of miles of mountains and rivers without worry.

Small, can be guarded every inch without damage.

The world only knows that the prince of the Yu Dynasty in the Central Domain who was able to cover the sky with one hand raised his hand to break the formation and capture the flag, so he underestimated the power of the Yin Refining Blood Array.

But I didn't know that on that day, when the old sect leader of the Xuan Corpse Sect controlled the formation to defend against the enemy, he was picked up in the mouth of the wild wolf, and the righteous son who was raised by his own hands pierced his heart with a sword, and died and couldn't close his eyes.

The Yin Refining Blood Array has lost its control person, and its power is naturally not one in ten.

It can be said that it was the sudden betrayal of the old sect master's righteous son, who had regarded him as his own flesh and blood all his life, which directly led to the almost annihilation of the Xuan Corpse Sect.

The prince of the Yao family had great intentions, and in addition to the old sectarian son, there were still nearly a hundred disciples of the Xuan Corpse Sect who chose to betray at the same time.

"I hate it!"

Xuan Cang's eyes were red, and his angry hair rushed to the crown, without the slightest previous harmony, like an angry old lion.

Although he is old and his blood is withered, Yu Wei is still there.

The room was cold for a moment, and the candle flames were all extinguished by the sudden cold and evil spirit.

The surging aura made Jiang Xiaoman feel a little uncomfortable, and he was even more overwhelmed, and he shivered for no reason.

I haven't even said this request yet!

I don't know what stimulated this old guy to be so mad.

In the Northern Regions, Hunting Immortal Mountain, there was once a pinnacle assassin who slashed the Qin Emperor, and when he died, he looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, and said a swan song for the ages to the generation of heroes above the tens of thousands of people in the Northern Regions, which is still praised by people.

"When your son of heaven is angry, you can cover a domain, you can shake Kyushu, and you can make these hundreds of millions of miles of mountains and rivers stained with blood. But it is not as happy as my Chu mad slave's anger, since ancient times, the emperor can ambush millions of corpses in anger, but if you provoke my husband's anger, although there is only a remnant of armor, a broken sword, and a remnant of Ge, it will definitely make you win no one within a hundred years and no one will dare to go out of Northern Qin!"

Don't dare to go out of Qin for a hundred years?

What if it comes out?

Naturally, one counts as one, although the blood is only splashed five steps when the husband is angry, but he wants to call the blood of the Win clan, splashed five steps after five steps.

What a big spirit!

That's how the Assassins behaved!

Although tens of millions of people wish to go!

This river and lake, the so-called anger of the husband, is far more than just five steps of bloodshed can be described simply.

The higher the cultivation, the more so.

The emperor was angry and shed millions of blood.

Pifu is angry, but he wants to make Kyushu wind and thunder.

The Chu mad slave more than a thousand years ago was no more than the peak of the God King.

He already dared to be so single and repudiate the remnants of the Emperor, surrounded by millions of armor soldiers, and scolded Emperor Qin like this.

He is Xuancang, and even more god-king.

If it weren't for the only bloodline in the world, when the Xuan Corpse Sect collapsed, he would be angry, and the jade would be burned.

In the final analysis, I still miss this red dust!

Jiang Xiaoman's lips moved, and he said vaguely: "Senior, my mother said that there is no love for no reason in this world, let alone hate for no reason......! I didn't recruit you, if you really want to hate, you have to have a fate!"

was sealed in the acupoint, and even speaking had to use all the strength of his body, which really made Jiang Xiaoman uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

Seeing Xuan Cang's self-conscious roar, Jiang Xiaoman's brows couldn't help frowning slightly, and his voice was a little louder: "Senior, it's not impossible for you to smoke my soul, it's just that this injustice has a debtor and a master, if it is true that the ancestors of my Jiang family had an enmity with you at the beginning, you can't say anything about being angry with me as a junior!"

"Shut up!"

Xuan Cang knelt on the ground, gasping for breath, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead and falling to the ground.

Fang Cai, in the confusion of his thoughts, almost made him fall into a demon.

After a long time, he slowly raised his head, his eyes were like electricity, and he glared at the young man who was still talking like a chatter when he was dying, and said gloomily: "The old decay has no old grudges with your Jiang family in the past, and there is no new enmity in the near future, so you don't have to spend your mind to set the old decay's words." If it weren't for the fact that my grandson was not incurable by the bloodline of the Five Domains Royal Family, the old man would not want to make this mortal enmity with you, the most vengeful Great Xia Vermilion Bird, before he died!"

At this moment, the light curtain outside the house, which was as thin as a cicada's wings but extremely bloody, rippled.

There is a sword aura that reverberates wantonly in the Moon Tower, and it is extremely cold.

The twelve blood-colored array flags trembled faintly, and they were no longer as stable as before.

It is conceivable that the person outside the house who held the sword and broke the formation can be said to be extremely angry.

The long sword in Duguji's hand is like a dragon out of the abyss.

The sword roars endlessly, like a dragon chanting in the sea, and it can move the nine skies.

A sword is faster than a sword, and a sword is sharper than a sword.

Beiliang has a sword, and he is isolated at the top.

It's not just people in the rivers and lakes who love it, it's also true.

"Xuan Cang, if you hate my brother for killing your junior brother at the beginning, you can fight with my Dugu clan in the bright light, and fight for life and death. To embarrass a junior like this insidious, you have to be faceless!"

Dugu Ji's palms trembled slightly, the tiger's mouth was violent, blood was spilled on the ground, and he shouted angrily.

The corners of Jiang Xiaoman's mouth couldn't help twitching, and he secretly slandered this old man for really having an old grudge with the elders in the clan.

The so-called unjust debtor has the owner, and the persimmon has to be pinched softly.

His grandmother was born in the Dugu family, and this old man picked up his soft persimmon to pinch.

Speaking of which, it's really his mother's vision, and it's not the wrong person.

"Dugu Ji, let you go, mother's bullshit, the rivers and lakes are dead, my junior brother died in the hands of Dugu Qiu's reckless man, I only blame him for not being good at learning, if he wants to take revenge, he will shoot back then, why wait until now!" Xuan Cang got up, his sleeve robe swayed, and one after another gloomy aura poured out from his sleeves, injecting into the twelve blood-colored small flags scattered around the house, so that the blood-colored light curtain was stable again.

Dugu Ji sneered with his sword in both hands, and said mockingly: "Hehe, who in this world doesn't know which one doesn't know, your Xuan Corpse Sect protects the short and becomes a trend, and the small ones must pop out of the old ones, and they are the most shameless in Kyushu!"

As soon as the words fell, the long sword in his hand swung out again, slashing at the blood-colored light curtain without stopping.

Behind him, the thirteen old clan masters of the Beiliang Sword Sect shot out together and swung their swords out.

For a while, in the Moon Tower, the sword qi and sword intent were staggered.

On the walls, on the floor, on the roof, there were one hideous sword mark after another.

If it weren't for the fact that the materials used in the construction of the Moon Tower were good, it was a thousand-year-old iron and wood, which could not be invaded by water and fire, and would not be corrupt and immortal for thousands of years, and it would have resisted most of the sword intent and sword qi.

I'm afraid that if it is Dugu Ji alone, he can destroy the entire Moon Tower.

Xuan Cang was furious, put his hands behind his back, snorted coldly, and scolded: "Dugu Ji, you bastard, if you want to protect the short, in Kyushu, you Beiliang Dugu dare to call the first, who dares to call the second? If it weren't for the protection of the Jiang family in the Southern Regions, would you really think that your Dugu clan would be able to prosper and survive forever?"

This feud has already been settled and cannot be resolved.

Xuan Cang had already looked down on life and death, and this time he entered Beiliang, just to arrange a way back for his grandson.

As for himself, he didn't plan to get out of Beiliang alive.

Speaking of which, the southern region and the northern cool can be regarded as a good feng shui treasure!

Watch the snow in winter, the flowers in summer, the wind in spring, and the moon in autumn.

Four seasons and four scenes, snow, moon, wind and flowers, the most suitable for burial and long sleep.

simply, even the first ancestor of the Dugu clan who could slaughter immortals was scolded.

With his own life and death, there is hope for the revival of the Xuan corpse.

It's worth it!

The ancestors must not be humiliated, and if they are humiliated, they will not die.

This is true of rivers and lakes or temples.

Sure enough, Dugu Ji had already hit a real fire.

At this moment, his eyes were red, and the majestic aura of his body soared again, which was extremely terrifying.

Since ancient times, there has been a Jiang family in the Southern Regions, and it is said that Dugu is a rakshasa.

Rakshasa and Shura are all famous killing gods in ancient times, and the Lord kills in five directions.

Ignoring the increasingly majestic and domineering sword qi outside the house, Xuan Cang slowly moved in front of Jiang Xiaoman, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, outlining a trace of arc.

With a slight wave of his dry palm, he pointed it in front of the young man's forehead, and lifted the ban, Xuan Cang playfully opened his mouth and asked with a smile: "Boy, let's talk, what are your unfulfilled wishes?"

Jiang Xiaoman raised his hand and rubbed his sour shoulder, smiled, looked at the old man, and said fearlessly: "Anyway, I'm going to die, but I'm afraid that there is no wine on the Huangquan Road, and it's really boring." Therefore, if the younger generation wants to ask for a sip of wine from the seniors, even if it is death, it must be drunk and dream of dying to go to Huangquan!"

Xuan Cang was slightly stunned at first, then nodded, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked the young man in front of him up and down carefully, without saying a word.

After a long time, he chuckled and said: "Unexpectedly, the little brother of the Jiang family is really a man of temperament! It's just that the old man has never drunk alcohol all these years, and he doesn't dare to withdraw the formation to ask the reckless man of the Dugu family outside, so he can only wronged the little brother to replace the wine with tea!"

I saw that his palm was raised slightly, and the white jade teapot on the table had already appeared in his hand.

"Although tea is not like wine, it can leap a thousand sorrows, but for people who want to drink, whether it is white water or hot tea, they can still drink the taste of wine. Little Brother Jiang, drink slowly, and when this pot of tea is down, it will also be the moment when the souls of you and my poor grandson will merge. Handing it to Jiang Xiaoman's palm, Xuan Cang looked at the young man with a smile, with a sense of flavor in his voice: "When that time comes, my poor grandson can use your Jiang family's Vermilion Bird as a furnace and melt his soul into one." ”

"Ding Furnace?" Jiang Xiaoman's face was pale, he faintly guessed something, and scolded angrily: "You old immortal want to take away me?"

"Snatch it, sort of!" Xuan Cang stroked his beard, stared at Jiang Xiaoman with a kind smile, and said indifferently: "It's not your Jiang family's style to speak disrespectfully to the elders, but the old man is in a good mood today and doesn't care about you, hurry up and drink this pot of tea and go on the road with peace of mind!"

Jiang Xiaoman's pupils shrank slightly, and he said softly: "I'm a little curious, even if you can really let your grandson succeed, aren't you afraid that my clan elders will find out afterwards?"

"Hehe, little brother Jiang, you really have a lot of questions!" Xuan Cang sat cross-legged, pulled the sluggish little boy, took him into his arms, stroked the little boy's pale cheeks, and said with a smile: "Okay, just let you be a clear ghost! Later, the old man will first draw your three souls and seven spirits to merge with my grandson, and then use my sect's secret technique of borrowing corpses to return souls, and my grandson's main soul will enter your body, and wait for your memory and body, for little brother Jiang, it is not a real death." As for whether it will be detected, when the technique is completed, the old man will destroy my grandson's original body, and then fight with that Dugu Ji for a while, and sell a flaw to die in the hands of the Dugu family's iron sword. When that happens, who in the world will be able to perceive it?"

"When that time comes, when your grandson wakes up, he will think that he is Jiang Xiaoman!" Jiang Xiaoman suddenly smiled, shrugged his shoulders, and said softly: "And I, the real Jiang Xiaoman, I'm afraid I don't even have the qualifications to enter reincarnation!

"You are very smart!You are also very good at disguise, you know how to hide tricks, you are not as scheming as you are on the outside!" Xuan Cang's eyes flashed, pinched the cold face of his grandson in his arms, and said in a low voice: "That's right, the Jiang family's Suzaku should be like this." That's why I say that wisdom is bound to hurt, and most smart people have a short life. ”

After a pause, he raised his head, there was no trace of cloudiness in his eyes, black and white were clearly faintly flickering, staring at the young man and smiling: "It's a pity, you guessed wrong." My grandson has not only obtained your identity as a Vermilion Bird of the Jiang family, but when the time is right, the memory I have sealed in his soul will awaken, and at that time, my Xuan Corpse Sect will definitely be re-established at the top of this Kyushu in his hands. ”

"The predecessors are really good means, no wonder the world says that trees become spirits when they are old, and people become demons when they are old. This sentence is not nonsense at all!" Jiang Xiaoman lowered his head, as if resigned to his fate, and muttered softly.

Xuan Cang didn't care at all, over the years, he had heard less than these ugly words.

Speaking of which, this young man from the Jiang family is much more pleasing to the eye than the kid from the Northern Qin winner he met outside Vermilion Bird City earlier.

If you have no choice, you are really reluctant to take him as your grandson's furnace to take away!

Before he came back to his senses, he saw the young man of the Jiang family take out a white jade wine jug from his arms, which was exquisite and simple, and had a rich taste of time.

At first, Xuan Cang thought it was an ordinary wine jug.

I just felt that the young man was greedy for a cup and carried good wine with him, and he knew that he couldn't escape, so he simply drank it and forgot about it.

But when Jiang Xiaoman opened the lid of the pot, thousands of rich evil qi spewed out.

The Great Elder of the Xuan Corpse Sect in the past, this is the change in complexion.

If you want to hide, it's too late.

"I'm sorry seniors, the juniors haven't lived enough! I don't want to be a furnace for others!"

Jiang Xiaoman held the white jade wine jug in his hand and slowly retreated to the wall, smiling brightly, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

"The last wish that the younger generation made to the seniors is to ask the seniors to go to Huangquan first to see if there is really that reincarnation in this world!"

The name of the pot can also kill immortals.