The Great Talisman

A touch of cold light circulated in Yang Sanyang's eyes, and he saw Yang Sanyang who was angry, Bai Ze crouched in the corner, his voice was full of coldness: "The turtledove clan, it's really tired of life, it's really bullying!"

"Ancestor, you can stop, don't add fuel to the fire!" Fuxi held Bai Ze dull in her arms: "Your old man must not continue like this for fear that the world will not be chaotic. If the brother makes another move, I don't know how much trouble it will cause."

"Old ancestor, I'm telling the truth! The Phoenix tribe is clearly here for us!" Bai Ze struggled hard and broke free from Fuxi's arms: "Whether it is the golden winged roc or the peacock, Feng Zu obviously will This account is on our heads. If he can’t help the Demon Ancestor, he wants to let us out of anger. This is simply a persimmon's special squeeze. If we don’t use the thunderbolt method, I’m afraid this grandson still doesn’t know how powerful we are. ."

"Ancestor, where did my Phoenix tribe offend in the past? Need you to go to death?" A slightly resentful voice sounded outside the large array, but saw the blue bird lotus move lightly and walk into the large array. A pair of eyes looked at Bai Ze with bitterness.

Hearing this, Bai Ze saw the blue bird's curvy figure, as if he was caught by someone as a thief, and said with a stubborn neck: "Old ancestor, I'm just telling the truth. Although your Phoenix tribe offended me back then, then Black Mountain The king chased my ancestor for thousands of miles. My ancestor I almost became a Chinese food in his belly. If it weren’t for my ancestor, I’d be witty, and had some luck, I’m afraid I would have been swallowed. But I am definitely not the kind of person who has a small belly."

Bai Ze is not an ordinary grudge, but rather a grudge!

The old black wind demon was already a million years ago. At that time, Bai Ze was rescued by Yang Sanyang, and only then left the tiger's mouth. At this time, I had a chance, and I didn't forget to add eye drops to the Phoenix Clan to block it.

"Huh?" Yang Sanyang showed a cold gaze in his eyes, staring at the blue bird, "What are you doing? The Phoenix tribe must give me an explanation this time."

The blue bird smiled bitterly when he heard the words: "Unfortunately, even without the two elders, I still can't be the master. I still have my father and mother on my head. But if you want to use thunder, I will support you."

Yang Sanyang turned to look at the blue bird, closed his eyes for a long time without saying a word, and thought to himself: "Five birds and seven fire fans, now we have the hairs of peacocks and golden winged rocs, and the other three are missing. Where is Kunpeng, I would take advantage of it. If he is not prepared, he can pluck a lot of hair. If you count the second ancestor of the Phoenix, it is all!"

"You are here to practice well, the chaos is about to begin, don't walk around indiscriminately!" After the words fell, Yang Sanyang's figure had disappeared.

Tiangong

Although Nantianmen was hidden in the endless void, it was not a secret to him. Nothing can be hidden from the eyes of the saints, especially the eyes of the four saints.

Walking all the way into the South Heaven Gate, into the Heavenly Palace, compared with that day, such as today's palace is much deserted, only three hundred and seventy Qi Machines rise into the sky and permeate the Heavenly Palace.

"You came just right, I'm looking for you." Yang Sanyang's eyes were distorted, and he had already reached the palace, sitting on the top of the palace at the top, staring at Yang Sanyang with scorching eyes: "You have always been so resourceful, what is the future situation in the world? How sure are the three races and the power of the second ancestor of time and space?"

"The Demon Ancestor is invincible! The Zhuxian Sword Array is not the Four Sages and cannot be broken!" Yang Sanyang looked at Taiyi with a certain degree of confidence: "On this, your Majesty can rest assured."

"But regardless of the tribe, if there is a general trend, they will be no less powerful than a saint!" Too hesitant: "Couldn't it be broken."

"Your Majesty simply doesn't understand the meaning of a human saint!" Yang Sanyang shook his head: "One man has a thousand pounds, and ten people add up to a thousand pounds. Can it be the same?"

Taiyi frowned when he heard the words: "No matter what, I am afraid it will be trouble. We still need to prepare early. If the Demon Ancestor is defeated, we should also prepare the means in advance..."

Taiyi said as he walked down the steps slowly and came to Yang Sanyang, with a touch of anxiety in his eyes.

"Your Majesty don't want to move!" Yang Sanyang called out Taiyi.

Taiyi looked puzzled when he heard the words, and as expected he remained motionless, looking at him quietly: "What's the matter?"

Yang Sanyang stretched out his palm pretending to be unpredictable, landed on Taiyi's chest, took three shots, then grabbed his chest and tugged with force.

"Tear~"

The clothes shattered, Yang Sanyang grabbed a hand, and then the broken hair instantly turned into golden light, flaming golden feathers.

"What are you going to do!!!" Taiyi looked at his bare chest, startled a little bit, and the corners of his painful mouth twitched.

Yang Sanyang grabbed the golden black hair, shook it in front of Taiyi, and said blankly: "Your Majesty understand?"

"Understand? Understand what?" Tai Yi's face was dumbfounded, and the chaos of his body fell, covering his chest with the plucked breast.

Those hairs are the essence of my own family, and I don't want to grow out for thousands of years.

"If you understand, you understand. If you don’t understand, you don’t understand. It’s useless to say more! Your Majesty doesn’t need to worry too much about the tribal war. I will control the overall situation for your Majesty. All saints, at least owe me a favor. When it comes to a crisis, it can also reverse the universe!" Yang Sanyang naturally stuffed Taiyi Feather into his sleeve, and then turned around and left, "Of course, if your Majesty can't rest, it's okay to go out and do something by yourself."

Looking at Yang Sanyang's back, he felt a large piece of feathers missing on his chest, and Tai Yi frowned: "But I can't think of how the three tribes will take care of the feathers on me? Does it matter?"

Tai Yi stood there with a dazed expression.

There are fewer gods in the heavenly palace, and it is naturally easier to find people. When Yang Sanyang found Kunpeng, Kunpeng was sitting on a cliff, thinking about the monster clan's words.

The innate divine writings are too complicated, and few beings in the Great Wilderness are capable of understanding. Besides, now that you have established the Demon Court and separated from the gods, you should have your own words no matter what.

It's a pity that if you want to simplify the innate divine text, it's like turning traditional characters into simplified characters. How easy is it?

"The demon master is exhausted, sitting here, has he ever figured out how to turn the innate **** culture into a demon text? Turn it into a text suitable for all races in the Great Wilderness?" Yang Sanyang came to Kunpeng's side.

When Kunpeng saw Yang Sanyang, his face suddenly became cold. It was really hateful that this kid couldn't save him.

"The meaning of the divine writing is to carry the profound meaning of heaven. More strokes won't work, and less strokes won't work. How can it be so easy to modify?" Kun Peng said in an angry voice.

After all, they are all working under a single account. If it is not too much, I can only deal with it without hurries. Moreover, it seems that this kid is very pampered in front of Taiyi, and his speech is very important, so he should not offend as much as possible.

"Oh? It's difficult to say, and easy to say!" Yang Sanyang said unhurriedly.

"Huh? Do you have any idea?" Kunpeng heard the words and immediately showed a glare in his eyes, staring at Yang Sanyang aggressively.

Yang Sanyang stretched out his hand: "Master, please look at my palm."

Kunpeng looked at Yang Sanyang's palm very seriously, and saw that his palm was like jade, seeming to be born of good luck, one more point would make you fat, and one point less would make you thin.

After a while, he raised his head in doubt and looked at Yang Sanyang: "What's the intention?"

Yang Sanyang smiled softly, his palm stretched out and landed on Kunpeng's shoulder, patted lightly three times, then grabbed his shirt and slammed hard.

"Tear~"

A large piece of clothing was torn down by him, and the shirt fell in Yang Sanyang's hands, turning into a handful of feathers flowing with magical light, pretending to be unpredictable holding the feathers and shaking in front of Kunpeng, and then asked: "Understood. ?"

Kun Peng looked at his bare chest and couldn't help being stunned, his eyes showed a touch of astonishment: "What?"

Yang Sanyang put the Kunpeng feathers in his sleeves without changing his face, and said with his chin held up: "The secret is not to be revealed. I have already told you the trick. Next, you have to understand it all by yourself. I hope you will not let me down. Take a lot of pains."

After speaking, I saw Yang Sanyang carrying his hands on his back, blowing a whistle and walking outside the palace.

Looking at Yang Sanyang's back, Kunpeng stroked his chest: "Why do I always feel that something is wrong? What are the meanings of his previous actions?"

Kunpeng's eyes were full of bewilderment, and he quietly stroked his chest, with a touch of contemplation in his eyes: "I don't know why, I always feel something is wrong."

"Now I have the hairs of the Golden Winged Roc, Peacock, Taiyi, and Kunpeng, and I still miss the second ancestor of the Phoenix!" Yang Sanyang stood on the top of the mountain with cold light and looked at the Phoenix tribe with his eyes: It’s unusual, trying to fool them, but not easy."

With the thoughts in the heart, the incarnation of the Supreme Dhamma came out and merged with it. Seeing Yang Sanyang changed his body and turned into Fengzu's appearance, glanced at Fengzu who was not discussing important matters under the mountain, Yang Sanyang smiled triumphantly, and turned into a streamer toward the south of the sky.

All the way turned into a stream of light, Yang Sanyang fell straight in front of the phoenix tree~www.wuxiaspot.com~ wherever he passed, countless Phoenix tribes respectfully saluted, calling them: ancestor.

"No wonder these guys all want to be respected and ancestors. It turns out that the taste of being complimented by people is really good!" Yang Sanyang came under the sycamore tree and looked at the entire sycamore tree, a little greedy.

"When can I use the magic method to steal this phoenix tree!" Yang Sanyang sighed in a low voice.

The sacred path is incomparable and the art of change is not difficult for the sacred path.

"Why is my husband standing under the sycamore tree and reluctant to go up? Is there something on my mind?" A scent of fragrance came, and with the warm softness falling on his shoulders, Yang Sanyang felt that it was concave and convex, like a warm jade like water waves. The body sticks up.

Turning his head, he saw that Huang Zu had hung up like noodles, and his entire body was pressed against him without any weight.

Yang Sanyang was a violent spirit, and wanted to push Huang Zu away, but he didn't dare to exert his strength, for fear of being seen by the opponent, he could only endure it abruptly.

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