The Great Talisman

Powers from all walks of life have displayed their magical powers, full of mysterious and unpredictable laws, swept across the wild land, and all the barbarian monks where they passed were raided.

The law is dissipating, and various powers have won the barbarian monks. At this time, all of them are constantly using their magical powers to explore the physique, blood, roots, and soul of the barbarian monks.

"Weird, there is not the slightest abnormality, it is an ordinary barbarian, but why is there such an anomaly as Dao Guo suddenly? It seems something is wrong!" Zu Long frowned.

Sometimes it's too ordinary, it's the biggest extraordinary.

Counting the hundreds of wild tribes, even the extremely humble ants still have magical powers, let alone the barbarians more advanced than the ants?

"Bang~"

With a scream, the blood burst open, and only a barbarian monk was seen, turned into powder and dissipated in the void. Feng Zu frowned at this moment and looked at the blood mist in front of him. He kept observing every inch of his muscles and bones. After a long time, he said, "That's weird, there is no such thing as a strangeness."

Looking at the empty ground, King Qilin suddenly said: "Weird, why don't you see the old guy Hong?"

"Hong is cultivating in hermit here, and he personally took Dao Guo away back then. You said, did Hong find something?" The God of Time said with burning eyes.

"Find! Earth-shaking, also find Hong!" The great power kept shouting.

Only Zulong, with a pair of eyes sweeping the ground below, felt the unwilling resentment in the air, the obsession that has not dissipated even after millions of years.

The eighth heir of the Great Prince of the East China Sea is the most outstanding descendant of all dragon races! It is Zulong's heart!

"Xiao Ba has fallen here, I can feel his unwillingness! Then, the talisman should also fall here!" Zu Long came to the place where Yang Sanyang shot the Eight Princes without a trace, and his eyes flickered. . The most outstanding heir suddenly suffered a catastrophe, no matter how he was an ancestor, there was no reason to be quiet.

"Ancestor, revenge for me! Revenge for me!" The obsession of the little eight prince kept roaring in the void, that is the secret information that only the dragon clan can understand.

"Where is the holding talisman? The loss of holding talisman must be related to Taiyi, Lunar, and Dao Guo that barbaric! Xiao Ba's death must be involved! All barbarians should die! All damned! Don't worry, grandpa must I will take revenge for you! Grandpa will definitely take revenge for you!" Zulong felt the unwillingness and obsession remaining in the void, and the blue veins on the back of his hand burst, and his heart was broken.

Numerous laws were all turned into powder and dissipated in the void. The grass, trees, and rivers in the valley continued to shatter, and waves of terrifying laws spread out from Yang Sanyang's body, shattering everything in the valley.

In an instant, the originally quiet land became a mess.

A bright red color appeared in Yang Sanyang's eyes, his fists were clenched tightly, and it was a long time before all his energy was reduced: "It's really hateful! Damn it! Damn it!"

"Junior Brother!" Dao Chuan stood in the distance, looking at the obscure soap-robed figure in the distance, with a touch of emotion in his eyes: "Sorrow and change! The tens of thousands of races in the wilderness are exterminated every day, and there are new races every day. At birth, when you see more of this kind of thing, you get used to it."

"That's not a habit, that's numbness!" All of Yang Sanyang's energy mechanisms have converged, and the crown of his head is slightly scattered, and the scattered hair strands around his ears are dancing in the wind: "That's my race!"

"It is good if it hasn't perished! As long as it hasn't perished, there is hope!" Dao Chuan strolled to Yang Sanyang's side, whispering comfort.

"You don't understand the pain in my heart!" Yang Sanyang slowly closed his eyes.

The country is ruined and your family is destroyed. When your race is enslaved, divided, and regarded as ants, even if you cultivate infinite magical powers, unlimited mana, and have infinite wealth and power at your disposal, you will still not be happy in your heart.

"Anger is useless, what you have to do is to find a way to break the roots of the barbarians as soon as possible, so that the barbarians can embark on the path of practice!" Void distorted, the ancestor descended on the scene, looking at Yang Sanyang, who was disturbed in his body, gently Before patted his shoulder: "Your heart is upset!"

"I don't know what I should do!" Yang Sanyang lowered his head, his eyes revealed a touch of sadness: "For millions of years, I have tried every means to calculate all the opportunities, but I can't improve the roots of the barbarians."

The inability to embark on the path of spiritual practice destined the barbarians to be at the bottom of the Great Wilderness and become the prey of all hunters.

In this fierce competition, not being able to practice means not being able to bear any risks.

"Fortunately, the fire has been left." The Patriarch reached out his hand, and a bubble emerged, and countless barbarians inside it were vivid and clearly visible.

"When no one pays attention in the future, the ancestor is putting it back." Yang Sanyang looked at the bubble with a pair of eyes. After watching for a long time, he seemed to see the thatched house inside the bubble, the familiar path, and the one through the void. Familiar lights, familiar dilapidated thatched houses.

Turning around suddenly, Yang Sanyang turned his back to the bubble, his eyes looked towards Bu Zhou Mountain, as if he was escaping from something.

Where is the reality he does not want to face! There are people he failed!

There is his home there!

When the ancestor saw this, he slowly collected the bubbles, and said after a long time: "This matter is left to me. In the future, the three clans will get busy and no one pays attention to them. I will use secret methods to send these fires back."

"You don't have to be like this, as your cultivation base gets higher and deeper in the future, one day the barbarians can rise with you and share your honor and disgrace!" Patriarch comforted.

"I thought I could face everything that was about to happen calmly, and Gu Jing Wubo watched the race being divided, and waited for the future. But when it really happened, I realized that I couldn't do it!" Yang Sanyang suddenly turned around. Taking the bubble back from the hand of the ancestor, his body kept trembling holding the bubble, and there was a struggling in his eyes.

"Oh!" The Patriarch sighed without saying a word: "This is how the Great Wilderness is.

"Is there no way to change?" Yang Sanyang gritted his teeth and said.

"Yes" Patriarch said very positively.

Yang Sanyang was taken aback, and looked at the ancestor in amazement.

"If you become a holy, naturally you will not dare to insult the barbarians," the Patriarch said with a smile.

Hearing this, Yang Sanyang was taken aback, and only smiled after a long time. The smile turned out to be an unprecedented mockery and misery.

"Hahaha! Hahaha!" Yang Sanyang laughed up to the sky, drove the streamer away, and disappeared into Qingming in a flash.

"Master, Junior Brother Dao Guo, is he okay?" Dao Chuan looked at that figure worriedly.

"Rising in the body of a barbarian, and confessing to the demon ancestor, making the three clans hate their teeth but powerless, do you think ordinary monks can do it?" The ancestor quietly looked at Yang Sanyang's away back.

"Um..." Dao's words were stunned for a moment, and his eyes were full of horror: "Master is talking about Junior Brother Guo?"

Void

"Small intolerance leads to chaos. This is what you used to say before!" Bai Ze's head came out of Yang Sanyang's arms: "You have four holy ways, Amitabha has only become a climate now, Yuanshi Tianzun still needs time to accumulate. Both the Taiqing and the Shangqing need you to accumulate slowly. On the basis, looking at the vast world, who can match you? Now that you have the basis and the capital, all you need is time! As long as you get through these years, There will be a day of liquidation in the future."

"I know! I know the truth better than you, but when this thing really happens to you, you will find that all the truths are bullshit!" Yang Sanyang yelled angrily, then slumped on the road, and in a flash, it was already on fire. God's territory.

The gods have retreated, only one figure is still standing in the field, a pair of eyes staring at Yang Sanyang blankly.

"I knew that you will come back! You will definitely come back!" This person stared at Yang Sanyang with his eyes fixedly: "No one can face the tribe being divided up. When the extinction of the race is imminent, you can calm down in your heart. Bad breath."

"Oh?" Yang Sanyang slowly descended to Escape and stood opposite Zulong. The Taiji scroll appeared in his hands: "Oh? You are a good calculation. But, what about it? Do you think you can keep me?"

"Let me ask you, my great-grandson, but you killed?" Zu Long did not respond to Yang Sanyang's words, but changed the subject.

"Your great-grandson? That?" Yang Sanyang raised an eyebrow: "In my life, I have not killed too many people, but not too few, and I will not remember everyone."

"Don't pretend to be confused, hand over the talisman, and spare your life!" Zu Long stared at Yang Sanyang firmly.

"Ah... are you talking about that big carp?" Yang Sanyang asked knowingly, "I know, that carp was cramped and skinned by me, and I made a bow and arrow. It is really good material."

While speaking, Yang Sanyang took out the Tiantian bow and gently plucked the bowstring at Zulong: "I see, this bowstring is made by the tendons of the carp. If the great-grandson you are talking about is him, then I killed him. It's not bad."

"My son!!!" Zulong saw the dragon tendons~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and felt the Qi on the dragon tendons. He couldn't help but let the Qi machine roll around, and couldn't help crying out sadly.

Void wind is surging, lightning and thunder continue.

Yang Sanyang put the bowstring away: "Why, you old loach want to avenge your great grandson?"

"Did the holding talisman fall in your hands!" Zulong's eyes were red, and his body was trembling. The ferocious dragon claws clenched tightly in one place, suppressing his anger forcibly, and staring at him with his eyes.

"Are you saying that the little stone that looks like jade and is carved with mysterious runes? Not bad! It's here! I killed the fish and then the little stone fell into my hand. I thought it was funny, so I took it in my hand. I played around, and then I don’t know where I threw it." Yang Sanyang said dismissively, "Oh, it seems that I was thrown into the river before the entrance. If you want to find it, go and search now, maybe you can find Maybe."

"It's good if it falls in your hands! It's good if it falls in your hands!" Zu Long gritted his teeth when he heard the words, his voice was cold and cold, and the void was gradually stained with layers of frost.

ps: The master of supplementary alliance.

(End of this chapter)