General Tianbao was brave and invincible, and the nine-song phoenix wings and gold hammer slashed across the sky, and the golden meteor smashed over, and the air resounded with a roar.

With his own qi and blood, coupled with the official authority of the imperial court and the protection of the Great Sui National Fortune, how can the unopened plague umbrella protect the blue-faced Taoist.

"Ahh ”

The blue-faced Taoist was forced to a dead end, and with a hideous roar, all the red on his head exploded, like a mad demon. He mobilized the evil magic of his whole body, bit the tip of his tongue, spurted out a mouthful of essence blood, and forcibly opened the Plague Umbrella.

The plague umbrella opened, and the blue-faced Taoist was shocked for several feet, and blood spurted out of his mouth. With his Taoism, forcibly urging such a magic weapon will inevitably be counterattacked by Yan zhòng.

Pedal pedal!~~

Even if he is a brave and invincible general, when he encounters an open plague umbrella, it is not enough to see.

The nine-curved phoenix wings and gold pistol did not touch the plague umbrella at all, and Yuwen Chengdu was directly bounced away by a huge force for more than ten zhang, and he stepped back more than ten steps before stabilizing his body with the help of weapons.

Although the nine-song phoenix winged gold hammer stained with the blood of General Tianbao is extraordinary, it is a mortal soldier after all, and it is countless grades worse than the Plague Umbrella. With this slash, the luster corroded by the plague was completely gone, only Yuwen Chengdu's blood beads glowed with a faint luster, like a gem, and the plague could not invade immediately.

Look at the plague umbrella that has been opened, like a huge poisonous mushroom. The tip of the umbrella is bright red and charming, the surface of the umbrella is full of distemper, and the handle of the umbrella is pitch black like a blackened human leg bone, which is not a good thing at first glance.

Around the Plague Umbrella, the plague gas gushed out, spreading rapidly in all directions. Any soldier who is contaminated by the plague will immediately fall to the ground with his neck pinched, foaming at the mouth. Yuwen Chengdu retreated again and again, even he didn't dare to resist this substance-like distemper.

The blue-faced Taoist also got up and ran, obviously unable to control this treasure, and was also afraid of the plague and hurting others and himself.

As soon as the plague umbrella is opened, the plague will overflow, how much disaster will this cause? A terrible plague will spread in Taiyuan City, and I don't know how many people will die, and the disaster will be in chaos.

Yang Guang's eyes widened, and he rushed forward with his big feet, just in time to meet the blue-faced Taoist who rushed towards him, and hit him with a fist.

"Look for death. ”

The blue-faced Taoist knew how powerful he was, smiled fiercely, and shouted viciously.

I saw that with a wave of his arm, a black skull the size of a football flew out of his cuffs, and he bit Yang Guang with his big mouth open, his eyes were blazing with ghost fire, and he roared fiercely, which was very ferocious.

In front of Yuwen Chengdu, the blue-faced Taoist did not dare to perform evil arts, which was boring for himself. But for ordinary people, this is an absolutely deadly threat that cannot be resisted. As long as you are bitten by this skull, most of the essence will be sucked away, and if you don't die, you have to shed your skin, and your longevity will be shortened by ten years.

"Fuck off. ”

What the blue-faced Taoist never dreamed of was that the person in front of him would be the Son of Heaven of the Great Sui Dynasty, the Lord of Kyushu, Emperor Yang of Sui. If he knew Yang Guang's identity, he was afraid that he would rather take a few more punches than dare to perform this evil technique.

Yang Guang's shout, to the ears of the blue-faced Taoist, was a dragon roar, the true dragon's groan of the most rigid and yang, the chant of the true dragon that dominates the world.

The black skull was directly shattered by the roar and turned into powder, not even the scum was left, and the green smoke was not left, and it completely dissipated out of thin air.

The blue-faced Taoist was even more yelled at by the evil law retrograde, devouring himself and bleeding from his seven orifices. His mind was buzzing, and he didn't have time to think about why, his eyes rolled, and he tilted his head and rolled over.

Isn't it a joke to attack Yang Guang, who is protecting the body of the true dragon's qi with an evil method? He thinks he is the ghost king of Qishan? The blue-faced Taoist is a self-inflicted evil, the evil law is broken, and even if he survives, he will be a half-crippled.

At this time, the plague had spread to a range of several hundred square meters, and Yang Guang rushed straight to the plague umbrella.

The plague umbrella is a magic weapon in the god period, and its power cannot be underestimated. I don't know where the blue-faced Daoist got it, but after he urged it with his essence blood mana, even if no one controls it, the power is not small.

The thirteen Taibao horizontal practice of the golden bell jar, copper skin and iron bones, no poison, no foreign evil. But in the face of the plague of the plague umbrella, it is still far away, this is no longer a mortal means.

But Yang Guangnai is the son of heaven of the Great Sui Dynasty, and he has the true dragon's qi to protect his body, and with the thirteen Taibao horizontal training golden bell jars, he can barely resist the invasion of the plague.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Guang rushed into the distemper-filled area, sealing the 129,600 pores around his body, and his mouth and nose did not dare to breathe, and entered a state of complete breathing.

The plague of the great plague god Lu Yue, even the lord of Xiqi, Zhou Wen Wang Ji, was overwhelmed by the plague back then. Even if there is only one Plague Umbrella now, and it is a Plague Umbrella that is not fully displayed, Yang Guang does not dare to be careless.

The pestilence is like billowing smoke, covering the sky and the sun, and you can't see your fingers. If it weren't for the supernatural power of his left eye, in the thick of the plague aura, I am afraid that he would not even be able to find the plague umbrella anywhere. The closer you get to the Plague Umbrella, the greater the resistance, and the distemper gas beats like waves, and it has a sticky feeling, as if you are in glue.

"Your uncle, no one is so powerful, what kind of strength was that group of beasts back then. Yang Guang gritted his teeth and scolded secretly, approaching the Plague Umbrella step by step.

The plague qi kept burrowing into his skin, which was very uncomfortable, and he had to slow down and use his true qi with all his strength to block the pores more tightly.

With a distance of only a dozen meters, it took Yang Guang more than a minute to finish. Looking at the Plague umbrella suspended in the air, he reached for the handle of the umbrella, ready to take it off and close it.

Unexpectedly, as soon as his hand touched the handle of the umbrella that looked like a black leg bone, a dark yellow electric current suddenly appeared, directly hitting him on the head.

This is the self-defense means of the plague umbrella, and those who have not mastered the use of this umbrella cannot open it at will, nor can they close it lightly. If you forcibly open and close, you will inevitably be attacked by the Plague Umbrella.

"I'm ......" Yang Guang grinned in pain, his entire right arm was numb, and he almost sucked the plague into his stomach.

At this moment, if it weren't for the copper skin and iron bones and the true dragon's qi body, I am afraid that he would be able to directly explode his entire right arm. The power of the Plague Umbrella is too great for mortals to understand.

Crawling up with his left hand on the ground, he knew that the conventional method of collecting the umbrella would not work.

Looking at the plague umbrella suspended on the ground for more than a meter, Yang Guangqi gathered the dantian, squatted on the crotch, held back his strength, and then jumped suddenly.

More than a meter tall, he has no trouble jumping up on weekdays. But in this plague, it had to be brewed for a long time, and all the strength to eat milk was exerted.

I saw him jump over the plague umbrella, crossed his legs and crossed his knees, fell down heavily, and sat on the top of the umbrella.

Of course, in order to prevent the chrysanthemum from bursting, there was a gap between his legs, which allowed the closed Plague Umbrella to pass through.

Brush!~~

The ass of the real dragon is naturally able to close the plague umbrella. Even the Great Plague God Lu Yue himself, I am afraid that he would not expect that someone would close his magic weapon so much.

Shout!~

A strange umbrella with a red top, a yellow body, and a black handle burst out from the sunshine with his legs crossed, and was successfully caught in his hand.

The moment the plague umbrella closed, all the distemper energy around it was instantly included in the umbrella, leaving no trace behind. After all, this is a magic weapon that no one controls, and the release of the plague is entirely due to its own material problem, not intentional killing.

Ma Li put the plague umbrella into the Qiankun bag, this is really thirsty, someone sends water, sleepy someone sends a pillow, Mrs. Xuanhua's life is saved. Life is always more important than appearance, isn't it......

"Who are you who dare to trespass on the execution ground?"

Just when Yang Guang got the magic weapon and felt good in his heart, Yuwen Chengdu came to his side, raised the gold pistol of the nine-song phoenix wings, pointed at him and asked. He didn't show any gratitude for solving the blue-faced Daoist, and it could be seen that as long as Yang Guang's answer didn't satisfy him, he would be taken down immediately.

"Hmph, Baolong General Mu Yi. Yang Guang snorted coldly and threw the gold medal to Yuwen Chengdu.

"You're Mu Yi?"

Yuwen Chengdu's pupils shrank and asked.

His brother Yuwen Chenghu partnered with a mysterious person named Mu Yi to open the Las Vegas chess and card room in the imperial capital. Almost everyone knows that Yuwen Chengdu, who is a brother, has naturally heard the name of Mu Yi.

General Baolong, he also vaguely heard Yang Guang mention it. It's just that he didn't expect that Mu Yi was actually a general of Baolong. With his ability to obtain the plague umbrella by entering the plague qi just now, Yuwen Chengdu was also ashamed of himself and did not dare to underestimate it.

"That's right, the blue-faced demon path will be handed over to General Tianbao. With that, Yang Guang took back the gold medal from Yuwen Chengdu and turned to leave.

Looking at Mu Yi's departing figure, Yuwen Chengdu only felt that Yang Guangyue was mysterious. There were masters like Mu Yi who followed him all the way, and he didn't even show up. At the same time, this Mu Yi also gave him a familiar feeling.

In any case, the affairs of His Majesty are not his responsibility. Yuwen Chengdu will only do what he should do, and will not think much about the rest.

Tying up the blue-faced Taoist, Yuwen Chengdu ordered someone to report the matter to His Majesty, and then continued to execute Uncle Ma.

At this moment, Uncle Ma's voice was already hoarse, covered in blood, and his eyes were full of resentment and ferocity. The blue-faced Taoist is his biggest hole card, and he has no hope for this rescue failure.

General Tianbao was imprisoned, and every time the executioner cut a knife, he was extremely careful, and he didn't dare to have more or less, and the score was exactly the same.

In order to allow Uncle Ma to receive sufficient punishment, the sharp knife used in the execution had to be changed in turn for salt water, spirits, old vinegar, chili water, and pepper oil after each cut......

Ma Shumou's eyes were red, almost bulging out, and he had already lost his human form in pain.

He can't die even if he wants to die now, and Uncle Ma's mouth is stuffed with a whole thousand-year-old ginseng. In this way, hang his life, save his vitality, and let him enjoy this pain.

This qiē is all ordered by Yang Guang, this kind of beast, such a punishment is light.

Although Uncle Ma experienced the most cruel pain in the world, the fierce light in his eyes was undiminished, and even the executioner did not dare to look at him. Such a murderous person is rare in the world, but fortunately he did not become a climate, otherwise it would have been a catastrophe.

Uncle Ma's hatred was monstrous, almost condensed into substance. Like a master like Yuwen Chengdu, you can see that Ma Shumou's whole person sprays blue and black silk threads straight out, which is the condensation of hatred, the silk of hatred, and the hatred is boundless.

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