The Great Talisman

　　 Bai Ze was completely speechless for an instant, and his face was pale for a moment, and he was speechless.

Even though Bai Ze can speak eloquently on weekdays, facing this kind of saying, "It's not your father, of course you don’t need to cry". He can only stand on the side angrily and knock off the sycamore tree. Roots and branches.

　　 The blue bird cried bitterly, and kept spitting on its prostrate, its voice resounding through the 3,000-mile peach blossom forest.

Yang Sanyang waved his sleeves, isolating the contact between Sound Wave and Fuxi and Wa, and patted the blue bird on the shoulder reluctantly: "The deceased is over, you don't want to be sad. After your mother wakes up, you still need your comfort. You are strong. , Your mother can be strong. Since ancient times, it has been known that the phoenix is ​​more in love than gold. One dies, and the other will not live alone anyway. You have lost your father and queen, so don’t you want to lose your mother and queen anymore. Right?"

　　 The blue bird was taken aback when he heard the words, and immediately stopped crying, and looked at Yang Sanyang helplessly: "What should I do?"

"Phoenix clan masters are lost. If you lose your mother's lead, I am afraid that the birds of the world will backlash. Even if your Phoenix clan retains the fire in the hands of the demon ancestor, I am afraid that the birds of the world want to usurp the position of the protagonist and cannot tolerate you!" Yang Sanyang stroked his chin, with a gleam in his eyes.

　　 The blue bird was silent for a long time when he heard the words, and then raised his head and said, "I know how I should persuade the queen."

　　 Yang Sanyang turned to look at Huang Zu, who was still drowsy, and nodded to the blue bird: "Now, you can find a place where no one is there to wake him up, and then... how to tell, you should know better than me."

　　 The blue bird picked up Huang Zu and walked into the depths of Yaoyao's three thousand-li peach blossom forest, leaving Yang Sanyang, Bai Ze and others waiting under the plane tree.

　　 is just tea time, and I heard a crisp and sweet cry of mourning, shaking the peach blossom forest for three thousand miles, and the strong sound wave passed like a landslide and tsunami, all the peach trees were fragmented, and countless peach blossoms fell.

　　 The next moment, I saw a colorful phoenix soaring up into the sky, constantly hovering and flying in the sky, and the voice was full of sorrow, making people cry and sad.

　　 The void seemed to be infected by that tragedy, and it became clouded, and countless birds and beasts in the mountains continued to mourn, and the sound of birdsong spread tens of thousands of miles in an instant.

　　 Half a quarter of an hour later, the sky full of visions abated, Caifeng fell to the ground, and not long afterwards, I saw the blue bird supporting the mournful Huang Zu walking out.

　　 The face that was originally overwhelming, the gloomy clouds at this time, condensed a mass of indispensable sadness, even more thin and pitiful.

　　 "It's you!" As soon as Huang Zu walked out, he fell on Yang Sanyang for the first time. He was taken aback, and his eyebrows gathered murderously.

　　 "It's me!" Yang Sanyang sighed: "The ancestor's day is sad and changed."

　　Ancestor Huang's complexion changed again at this time, looking at the gazes all over his body, but unable to come out, he just snorted coldly: "It turns out that you have been hiding in the Holy Land Fangcun on the Lingtai."

"You already know the situation of the Phoenix tribe, so I don't need to repeat it too much." Yang Sanyang slowly took out a decree from his sleeve: "The four saints have decree. Tinder magma continues to erupt, and amnesty: The Phoenix tribe will suppress Tiannan forever, and if you can’t make a step towards Tiannan, you will be respectful."

　　 The decree spreads out, the holy power flows, and the void continues to fill the sky. Although the holy power is not strong, it is sufficient to show that this decree does contain the will of the saint and cannot be faked.

　　The ancestor Huang looked innocent, and after a long time he smiled coldly: "A saint is a good thing. Just bullying our orphans and widows is truly worthy of being a saint."

"The empress should not blame the saints. In fact, the saints are also good for your Phoenix tribe. The Phoenix tribe has endured such a calamity, and the elites in the tribe have become the secret target of many monks. If you want to take away your Phoenix tribe's vitality, replace it. Not to mention. The demon court is about to be born to govern the Great Wilderness. If the Phoenix tribe continues to operate in the Great Wilderness, conflicts will inevitably arise at that time." Yang Sanyang kindly persuades: "With the decree of the saints, you and other Phoenix tribes occupy the southern part of the sky and suppress the Tiannan area. The earth is the king, fighting for your Phoenix Clan to take a breather. It is also a kind of blessing to your Phoenix Clan, otherwise... I'm afraid the Demon Court will not let you go."

Hearing this, Huang Zu’s complexion changed and changed, and finally took a deep breath: "Today I will spare you, thank you for your life-saving grace, but... the account between you and me will always be liquidated. ."

　　The ancestor of the Phoenix is ​​not knowing good or bad. Although the Phoenix tribe was ordered by the saint to be confined in Tiannan and responsible for suppressing the Tiannandi vein, it was also a kind of protection for the Phoenix tribe.

　　 This three-clan war took place in the southern part of the Zhou Dynasty and affected half of the Phoenix clan's territory. Under the Zhu Xianjian array, the southern earth veins migrated, and the volcanic magma continued to burst. It had begun to show signs of instability, and the Phoenix clan was needed to suppress it.

　　Ancestor Huang took a deep look at Yang Sanyang, and then at the dying sycamore twigs, gave the blue bird a fierce look, and turned around and flew away first.

　　 Blue Bird smiled bitterly when he saw this, then got up and chased it out.

　　 "I think the blue bird must hate you to death." Looking at the backs of the mother and daughter leaving, Lu Xuan suddenly spoke, her voice full of solemnity.

　　 "I may not hate me, but the resentment in my heart, I am afraid that it will not be resolved in this life" Yang Sanyang sighed helplessly.

　　 Yang Sanyang trapped the blue bird here. Although she saved her life, Feng Zu died, and he failed to ask the saint to save him in time. I am afraid that this knot will not be solved in this life.

　　 "Why do you want to do so much?" Bai Ze hummed and jumped from the tree: "I see the Phoenix Clan, there will be twists and turns in the future."

　　 "How do you say?" Yang Sanyang was taken aback.

"Do you think?" Bai Ze turned his head and looked into the distance: "Under the whole world, it's the king's soil. Between the Phoenix tribe and the heavenly palace, or between the three tribes and the heavenly palace, sooner or later they will get dirty. Although due to the majesty of the saint, The three clans dare not make trouble in the face, but they can still do it by secretly making trouble."

　　 After hearing this, Yang Sanyang carried his hands on his back: "Lin King and Ancestral Dragon are a disaster after all. It is okay for Lin King to have Hou Tu staring at him. But Ancestral Dragon..."

"Don't worry about him, you have already given Taiyi an unprecedented advantage, and the entire prehistoric land belongs to him. If he has the ability to hold on, he is naturally a born emperor. If he can't hold on, hehe, he is worthy of his virtue. Bit. Let me say, your kid should be the most supreme position, you have the support of four saints, who is your opponent?"

　　 was talking, and suddenly I saw the colorful light lingering outside the Lingtai square inch of the mountain, and an auspicious energy rose.

　　 Yang Sanyang couldn't help but his eyes lit up: "It's the Patriarch who has returned."

　　 After speaking, he walked out of the gossip array and came outside the mountain gate, standing respectfully.

　　The colorful light came, and I saw the ancestor taking fine steps, followed by the Taoist and the boy, standing at the foot of the mountain and looking at the stone monument.

　　 Millions of years have passed, and the wind is always blown away by the rain and the wind. The Buddhist scriptures on the stone tablet have also become blurred a lot, with pits and bumps on it, full of traces of the wind.

　　 "Disciple Daoguo, pay homage to the patriarch. Wa and Fuxi are still cultivating, and they can't go down the mountain to meet them. I hope the ancestor will forgive me!" Yang Sanyang pulled up his robe and fell to the ground respectfully.

　　 The ancestor retracted his gaze upon hearing the words, then lowered his head and looked at Yang Sanyang: "Dao Guo, you are in big trouble."

　　 Yang Sanyang smiled bitterly: "The disciple knows."

　　 "Since you know, are you still messing up?" Patriarch said in an angry tone: "Can you convict?"

　　 Yang Sanyang rubbed his nose helplessly: "The disciple is guilty."

　　 "You are afraid that you don't know where your guilt is at all." Patriarch said grumpily: "Since you know you are guilty, let's talk about where the guilt is?"

　　 "..." Yang Sanyang chuckled: "I also hope that the ancestor will make it clear that the disciple is willing to accept the sin."

"You have become an ominous person if you are contaminated with such killing, robbery, cause and effect. If you are not protected by the ultimate treasure, even if you are in the great blessing source, you will be swallowed by this karma and died instantly on the spot. Such a deep karma, I am afraid that only a saint can resist. Although you have the treasure in your body, you are not enough to rely on it. You are the direct disciple of the teacher, and I am the only true teacher of Fangcunshan in my Lingtai, and I have cultivated Fangcunshan Dadao on my Lingtai. If you have one Three long and two short, won't my lingtai Fangcunshan orthodoxy be lost?" Patriarch's expression was unprecedented serious.

　　 Yang Sanyang looked ashamed when he heard the words, and kowtoed on the ground with horror, his forehead touched the ground, and he dared not get up: "The disciple is guilty, willing to be punished."

The Patriarch heard the words and meditated for a while, and after a long time he said: "You have treasures that can withstand the karmic backlash~www.wuxiaspot.com~ You can withstand the internal calamity, the only thing you fear is the external calamity. Although I don’t know you and What kind of bargain does the saint have, but the saint is aloof and regards life as ants, it is better to be less involved, so as not to suffer backlash. You will retreat in the Lingtai Fangcunshan in the future, and with my protection, that external calamity can take your life? You work hard for one thing. In such a situation, I think Taiyi is definitely not a ruthless and unrighteous person. If you dare to embarrass you on the face of the great famine, I am afraid that you will not. As long as you stay in the mountains, you will not be disturbed by the calamity."

　　 "Disciple..." Yang Sanyang was moved when he heard the words: "The causal karma of the disciple, the disciple knows nothing more, staying in the mountains, I am afraid that it will harm the teacher, hurt the fellow brothers, and involve everyone."

"Oh, nonsense, if you are afraid of trouble, how dare you give the demon ancestor a ruler behind your back?" The patriarch interrupted Yang Sanyang's words: "When the heaven is born, it is the time when the calamity is settled. You can stay in the mountains with peace of mind. Troubled the upper body and was killed."

　　 The Patriarch said so, what else can Yang Sanyang say?

　　 "Today is the day when my Lingtai Fangcun Holy Realm was rebuilt, but I don't know how many disciples remain in my Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, who can survive the calamity by luck!" The Patriarch's expression was emotional, and a touch of remembrance appeared in his eyes.

　　 I saw the ancestor's whole body dreaming upside down and hazy, and a domain spreading around his body, but in an instant, it had already covered the holy realm of the spiritual platform.

　　 With a flick of the finger, the grass and trees in the mountains migrated, and there was a twist and change, and the terraces and pavilions appeared one after another, which was exactly the same as when Yang Sanyang first entered the mountain gate.

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