The Great Talisman

The murderous intent of the Four Swords of Zhu Xian escaped from his chest, and the void was gradually dyed with frost, making the Eight Prince's face pale with horror, and hurriedly called out: "The Lord is merciful, Xiaolong has something to say."

　　 "Heh! You evil dragon, what are your last words when you die?" Yang Sanyang smiled coldly.

　　 The murderous intent of the Four Swords of Zhu Xian is the purest law of killing in the world. Even if only a trace of it escapes, it still makes people tremble and unsteady.

"The deity's appearance, although I killed Dao Yuan's life, Dao Yuan's body did not actually enter my womb. Xiaolong wanted to use his magical powers and swallow the Dao Yuan body into his abdomen. But who would have thought that when Dao Yuan’s corpse was in my abdomen, I realized something was wrong, maybe that Dao Yuan’s corpse was taken away. Xiaolong always felt something was wrong, because I never learned that I belonged to the Bailing clan. The nourishment of blood" Ba Taizi hurriedly told what happened.

　　 "Oh?" Yang Sanyang's heart was murderous, his eyes flickered, and his heart was inexplicably joyful: "Maybe she didn't die, so she took the opportunity to escape."

　　 "Are you serious about this?" Yang Sanyang stared at him firmly.

　　 "Really! Naturally true! The little **** is willing to swear that if there is half a false word, he will surely die in the hands of the god!" Without hesitation, the eight prince immediately began to swear.

　　 Does he have a choice?

　　 No choice!

　　 If he shouldn't inherit it, I'm afraid his life will not be guaranteed. As for swearing to suffer the retribution of heaven, it is better than dying now.

　　 Yang Sanyang's murderous intent slowly dissipated. To be honest, he was just intimidating the other party before.

　　The Eighth Prince cannot be killed at this time, at least he has to do his luck.

　　 There are things that he knows in his heart, but he just keeps luck in his heart.

　　 Seeing Yang Sanyang dissipate, the Eighth Prince breathed a sigh of relief. This little life was saved.

　　 Yang Sanyang thought in his heart, a gold thread flew out from his wrist, and the Curse of the Ring fell into his hand. I saw him come in front of the eight princes and touched the eight prince's head: "Be good, don't resist, lest you suffer."

　　 The Eighth Prince did not dare to resist, so he could only obediently tie his hands and bind him, letting Yang Sanyang put the Curse on his head.

　　 That tight band curse was so mysterious, it actually fell into the flesh and took root, merged with the soul and body of the Longsan Prince, and could no longer distinguish each other.

　　 The curse turned into a golden thread, like an ornament, hidden in the hair of the Eight Prince.

　　 stretched out his palm, the golden rope flew back, turned into a belt again, and tied it around Yang Sanyang's waist.

　　 At this time, there was a strange color flowing in Yang Sanyang's eyes: "If you are acquainted, stay with me in the mountains in the future and be a servant, it is your good fortune."

　　 The Eighth Prince was free, and suddenly jumped up from the ground, his eyes fixed on Yang Sanyang, showing solemn expression.

　　 After a while, he smiled coldly: "It turns out that it's just an ant who has just proven himself on the Avenue of Heavenly Immortals. It's really a shame that I have a golden fairy who became a prisoner of your rank. Boy, what did you do to me?"

Stroking the golden thread on the top of his head, the eight prince's eyes showed a gloomy look: "If you obediently bind your hands and yield to me, it will be fine. If you dare to resist the slightest bit, this prince will definitely want you to cramp and peel your skin. It's taken apart little by little."

　　 Although Yang Sanyang is only in the realm of heavenly immortals, the eight princes are worried at this time, and there is a dignified look in his eyes, and murderous intent is constantly gathering. Although he wants to slap the ant in front of him to death, he dare not do it at will.

　　 "Oh?" Yang Sanyang just looked at the Eight Prince with a calm expression: "You think I'm a fool. If you don't know everything, how can you loosen the restraint?"

　　 The eight princes suddenly fell emotionally when he heard the words, like a **** that was defeated, lowered his head, hiding the wild light in his eyes.

"Remember, don’t make any small moves in the future. I don’t want to spend my time training you. You should be a smart person. Since you are in my hands, Zu Long cannot save you. You will pass the news. I can't hide my tricks! I am a civilized person, and I hate fighting and killing. You must never force me to do it!" Yang Sanyang slowly sorted out the gorgeous flowers in the flower garden.

　　 "Got it!" The Eight Prince's complexion flushed. Although his eyes were murderous, he still didn't do anything. He just lowered his head and looked at his toes.

　　 If the opponent can catch him the first time, he will definitely be able to catch him a second time. He shouldn't do anything thankless.

　　 Yang Sanyang did not speak, nor paid attention to Ba Taizi, but quietly trimmed and watered the flower garden. There is a great congenital formation here, if the Eight Princes have the ability to escape, then the great congenital formation is not worthy of being called the great congenital formation.

　　 If the Daluo **** does not have a congenital spirit treasure in his hand, how can he not have a congenital formation, let alone a golden monk?

　　 The Eighth Prince was also acquainted, and at this time he took the initiative to use his magical powers to spread the rain and continuously help Yang Sanyang to water the flower garden.

　　 "Dao Yuan's body is gone? Who stole Dao Yuan's body? Or said that Yuan was not dead at all!" Various thoughts flowed in Yang Sanyang's heart.

　　 There was a mist in his eyes, Yang Sanyang was a little lost, and the eight princes on one side had a fierce light in his eyes, but he was forced to suppress it after all. It is better not to act arbitrarily before you figure out the situation of your opponent.

　　 Yang Sanyang is really too weird, making the Eight Prince a little confused about the other party. Seeing the other party's defenseless appearance, he dare not act arbitrarily.

　　The smarter the person is, sometimes they will scare themselves.

　　 Soon, the flowerbed was trimmed, Yang Sanyang sat in the courtyard and pondered the game of Go. Eight Prince watched for a while, and then saw that Yang Sanyang ignored him, so he quietly touched it into the distance.

　　 There is a chance to escape, of course he will not stay here as a servant.

Seeing further and further away, the Eighth Prince stood up without saying a word, revealing the real body of the Shenlong, and fled away without saying a word, a ecstasy rose in his heart: "Hahaha, bastard, wait for me to escape. , I have to ask a master of the sea clan to smash you to pieces."

　　 just at the same time a sense of uneasiness flowed, and a consciousness rose in the heart: "Just escaped so easily?"

　　 "To be so big, I really thought there was a golden hoop, I wouldn't run away?" The Eight Prince sneered.

　　 flew for three days, expecting that Yang Sanyang couldn't catch up, the eighth prince descended from the clouds to escape, and then he couldn't help stiffening, and there was a touch of disbelief in his eyes.

　　 is still the familiar scenery, and even the footprints of his soaring distance are not different. They were completely overlapped in one place, and they were speeding in the past three days, but for some reason they returned strangely.

"This is the great dust formation of the two instruments of the Taiqing, the universe, the universe, the universe, the earth and the sky, and it is all within a single thought!" Yang Sanyang's indifferent words resounded in the ears of the eight princes. Showing a touch of amazement.

Countless thoughts flowed by. After all, the Eighth Prince was sane, turned around stiffly, with an ugly smile in his eyes, forced a smile, and returned to the courtyard in the mountain, only to see Yang Sanyang playing against an eight or nine-year-old child .

　　 "Your Excellency is really good at it" Eight Prince gave a wry smile.

　　 "Nian Zai'er commits the first offense, just this one time is not an example!" Yang Sanyang dropped a chess piece unhurriedly.

　　 The eighth prince raised his head and scanned the chessboard, and landed on the eighty-nine-year-old boy on the opposite side. Seeing that the other party was also a celestial cultivator, a thought flashed in his heart: "Yes."

"You won!" Suddenly Yang Sanyang put down the chess piece and looked at Fuxi on the opposite side, with a dignified look in his eyes: "Unexpectedly, your innate gossip attainments are even better than mine. Yours. The innate gossip has been innovated, and it is about to open up his own Tao fruit, and Daluo is looking forward to it."

　　 "It's better to be cultivated by the elder brother, and the elder brother is unselfish, so that the little brother can have today!" Fuxi smiled and said: "Now, the little brother has a catastrophe, what does the elder brother think?"

　　 Yang Sanyang was taken aback when he heard the words, and the innate gossip in his hand was circulating, but he couldn't calculate it. After a long time, he said, "Oh, how can I not calculate it?"

　　 Fuxi smiled inexplicably: "That's because my brother interfered with the secret of heaven."

　　 This time, Yang Sanyang was really horrified and moved, with an expression of disbelief on his face: "The virtuous brother's mathematics attainment to such a realm is really amazing."

　　 "Hahaha! Hahaha!" Fuxi laughed: "Little brother has already felt that as long as he keeps walking like this, True God Daluo is watching."

While hearing the words, the eighth prince laughed in his heart: "The cowhide clinking by this grandson ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is nothing more than a mere ant in the realm of a fairyland. I dare to pretend to be able to see the Da Luo Zhengdao. It is simply not knowing the height of the sky. I’m afraid I’ve never seen True God Daluo in my entire life. It’s really funny."

Ignoring the eight princes on one side, Yang Sanyang threw the chess pieces in his hand into the chess basket, with a touch of depression in his eyes: "Who will dare to play chess with you in the future? You have cultivated so much in mathematics, you can be said to be unparalleled in the world. I dare not play chess with you in the future."

　　 While speaking, Yang Sanyang turned around and walked towards the palace behind him. At this time, the eight prince looked at Yang Sanyang's back, and then looked at Fuxi who was finishing the chessboard. He was overjoyed and murderous in his eyes: "Good opportunity!"

　　, the eighth prince stepped forward in one step, and without waiting for Fuxi's reaction, he had already clasped his throat, and said in a high voice, "Fr. Wu Na, stop for your eighth master."

　　Yang Sanyang turned around and looked at Fuxi who was smiling wryly, and looked at the proud Eight Prince, with no expression in his eyes.

　　 Fuxi spread out his hands helplessly: "If you see, I will say, I still have a catastrophe and haven't avoided it."

　　 "Be honest!" The eighth prince knocked Fuxi on the head, then raised his head to look at Yang Sanyang: "Boy, do you know what I mean by Baye?"

　　 Yang Sanyang looked at him blankly, and then said after a while: "How do you want to be?"

　　Ps: So tired, I can sleep...emmm.

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