Xiao Ziyang's blood surged when he heard this, and he gritted his teeth and said, "So what?

"Therefore the Lord is worthy of you...... Your grandfather was beheaded by my own hands, your mother hanged herself in front of me, and half of the seventy-four members of your Xiao family died at my hands, what are you waiting for...... Hah, you wouldn't be like your timid father who wouldn't even dare to kill...... You're uh......"

Xiao Ziyang suddenly disappeared in place, pulled out a remnant and appeared in front of Jiang He, raised his leg and kicked it, and pointed it on his dantian.

This kick didn't seem to be heavy, and it didn't even make Jiang He take a step back, but after this kick, Jiang He's face suddenly turned pale, and his face showed a look of despair.

"You abolished my martial arts? Ha Luha, you abolished my martial arts! Why didn't you kill me, don't you dare? Ha Luha, Xiao Shouqing! Look, this is worthy of your son, look, look, his cowardice and you are simply printed in the same mold, even if he already has peerless martial arts. ”

Xiao Ziyang stared coldly at Jiang He's madness, and a sneer suddenly appeared on his face, "It seems that you really want me to kill you, for what?"

Looking closely with his spiritual eye, he found that there was a faint blood-red spiritual light shining at the location of Jiang He's eyebrow heart seal hall.

"What is this? a spell? What spell? Forgive me for my shallowness...... It's not recognizable, but it doesn't seem hard to guess......"

Looking at the purple light spewing out of Xiao Ziyang's eyes and the cold muttering in his mouth, Jiang He's heart suddenly became cold.

"I've heard of a demonic spell that once the person under the spell is killed, the spell will be attached to the killer for several years, and the person who casts the spell can easily track down the killer even if he is thousands of miles away. The name of this spell is called the Tarsal Soul Curse, and if my guess is correct, the spell on your body is the Tarsal Soul Curse. ”

Xiao Ziyang sneered, "It seems that your new master has abandoned you! How is it? What does it feel like to be betrayed? What does it feel like to be abandoned like a dog?"

"You're a monk!" Jiang He's voice was extremely dry.

"You see that?"

Listening to Xiao Ziyang's playful answer, Jiang He fell on his back, his face was no longer crazy, and there was only thick despair and coldness in his eyes.

Xiao Ziyang grabbed the Jiang Crane on the ground who was as weak as mud, flew out of the window, and in mid-air, waved his hand and released the spirit boat, a roll, landed firmly on the spirit boat, and rushed to the sky.

Xiao Ziyang drove a boat straight out of Jin'an City, went upriver along the Jiuqu River, flew out more than 100 miles, and came to a narrow place on the river. Both sides of the turbulent river are full of cliffs dozens of feet high.

This river is one of the rare dangerous shoals on the Jiuqu River, and Xiao Ziyang is very impressed.

There was a bottomless crack in the cliff wall on the side of the riverbank, and he drove the spirit boat into the crack.

Entering the bottom of the crack, Xiao Ziyang chose a stone platform, lowered the spirit boat, and threw Jiang He on the ground.

"You don't dare to kill me. Jiang He, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.

Xiao Ziyang waved his hand to accept the spirit boat, turned his head and sneered at him, "I will kill you, but not now, I will take you to the grave of my parents and cut you with a thousand knives!"

"Aren't you afraid of the Tarsal Soul Curse?"

Xiao Ziyang sneered, didn't answer, and stretched out his finger to point at the center of his eyebrows. Purple purple jade mana gushed from between his fingers, instantly enveloping the blood-red spell layer by layer.

Under the inspection of Shen Nian, the red spell was like rock candy entering the water, and it was swallowed and assimilated by the purple jade mana little by little.

With a stick of incense, Xiao Ziyang withdrew his fingers, Jiang He suddenly felt as if something was missing in his body, and he immediately knew that the most important thing to save his life had also disappeared, and he closed his eyes in despair and stopped talking.

Xiao Ziyang moved his fingers like the wind, instantly clicked on more than ten acupoints on Jiang He's body, and took out four pig iron javelins from the storage bag, and nailed him to the stone platform in a large shape. The intense pain made him convulse all over his body, but he couldn't make a sound when his acupuncture points were sealed. Xiao Ziyang sprinkled the wounds on his hands and feet with high-grade gold sore medicine.

Looking at Xiao Ziyang's meticulous movements, steady hands, and calm expression, Jiang He only felt that his heart kept sinking, as if he had fallen into an abyss.

Carefully administering good gold sore medicine to Jiang He, Xiao Ziyang turned around and stepped on the spirit boat, and flew away without looking back.

Xiao Ziyang, who was calm on the surface, was not calm in his heart, he finally revealed his father's past, but the knife-like pain in his heart made him rather not know all this.

Recalling his father's sad face that had never shown a smile for more than ten years, Xiao Ziyang finally knew what kind of torment he was suffering in his heart, and at this moment he only felt a monstrous hatred in his heart.

When Xiao Ziyang drove the spirit boat to approach Jin'an City, which was shrouded in night like a sleeping giant beast, a burst of brilliant spiritual light suddenly erupted in the air near the top of the mountain in the distance. There are powerful monks fighting in the city!

Looking at the direction of the spiritual light, it is the Fuguo Mansion.

Xiao Ziyang pressed the light above a higher wood, flew down on the tallest tree, and looked at the bright spiritual light in the sky in the distance, he knew that the monk of the Murong family had done it.

Half an hour later, the aura in the distance finally gradually subsided, and suddenly a dark light as black as ink shot out from the fighting place like a meteor, and in a moment it had already left the capital, and quickly disappeared into the eastern sky, and a few rays of light only chased out dozens of miles before giving up.

Xiao Ziyang jumped off the tree, and rushed towards Jin Ancheng with light skills, in this eventful night, he didn't dare to fly, so as not to be affected by the pond fish.

The next day, Xiao Ziyang followed the flow of people who were approaching the city in the early morning and stepped into the gate of Jin'an City, and when he came to the gate of the Weiguo Mansion by carriage, it was already full of people, and countless carriages almost blocked the wide street in front of the gate.

But none of the people who were stuck at the ends of the street dared to complain, for the worst of the carriages were also wrapped in a layer of green brocade, and many of them were even covered with gold and silver.

Those who can wrap green brocade in the carriage are at least officials of the fourth grade or above. The silver-clad carriage can only be used by officials of the second rank and above, and nobles above the duke. Gold is the exclusive color of the imperial family.

Xiao Ziyang got out of the carriage, looked at the momentum, shook his head, and reflexively got into the carriage, causing the coachman to go around in a big circle and come to a side gate of the Weiguo Mansion.

This side gate is a place for people to enter and exit, and ordinary guests of status will never walk here.