surnamed Wang

Chapter 695
"The selection of spiritual sons for thousands of years has all been done by the servants of the Holy Spirit. The so-called test of the Holy Spirit has not given the monk a way out, but is an obstacle."

Hearing the woman's words, Emperor Yang fell into deep thought. If what the other party said was true, it would be a complete joke for Yangcang Realm to send highly qualified monks to the Holy Spirit Realm for thousands of years.

The woman continued:
"Only the Holy Son who bypasses the rules of heaven and earth is the only way to become the Holy Spirit. Yang Jie, do you think that the two realms will always be subject to man?"

The man showed hesitation on his face. He knew what the other party said was right, but if he suddenly broke the balance between the two worlds that had been maintained for thousands of years, God knows what would happen. The other party is so unscrupulous...

After a long time, Emperor Yang finally nodded and said:

"I can help you, but I can't make fun of the countless creatures in the Yangcang Realm. If I fail, I will stand against you without hesitation."

"Worthy of being the son of Yang Chuan, he will never forget his duty."

The woman praised casually, and then her face changed. Both of them turned their heads to look not far away, and a young man stood there at some point.

The person who came was dressed in white, with two swords on his waist. He was the king, but at this moment his expression was no longer cynical, but a condescending murderous intent. He said slowly:
"Master is right. If you turn your back on your bones and don't die, you will become a disaster again sooner or later."

Lifang Taibai was the first to see the clue, and said in a cold voice, "Servant of the Holy Spirit?"

Wang Gangquan was noncommittal:
"You're a smart girl, and you can guess the arrangement of this seat. It's a pity that the Yang family has only produced mediocre people since the first generation. Over the years, many talents have been lost to the Holy Spirit Realm, and some of them may threaten the Holy Spirit." My lord, but they were all dealt with by this seat one by one."

Emperor Yang felt quite uncomfortable when he heard the words, thanks to the fact that the Yang family has passed down from generation to generation, protecting the things left by their ancestors like treasures, unexpectedly it turned out to be a trap.

The young man was not very interested in the empty-headed Yang Jie, so he turned to look at the woman and said:
"The fourth holy son, I was careless. I don't know what Jinyun did to make you survive. Since I met you today, let's call it a day."

"Wang Quanquan" said, and snapped his fingers lightly, several chains stretched out around the starry sky to bind the woman.

……

Half an hour ago, the three of Wang Gangquan confronted Mian Bai.

The other party summoned the retinue of the Emperor Yang, and Wang Pingquan, not to be outdone, directly used the magic weapon of sending messages to summon several helpers, Nie Zhongliang, Xi Hong, Shi Tongtian, Liu Meijiao, Hai and Yue brothers and sisters.

When the matter got to the point where it was too easy to see, there was no need to hide it. Ten people were evenly matched against a dozen or so retinues of the emperor. Take out a steel knife to meet it.

The battle here quickly attracted the attention of the others. The first to arrive was Yang Dingchun. She rushed there with a golden spear, but she didn't know which side to help, and she was caught in a dilemma.

When the battle lasted for a quarter of an hour, Concubine Yang Yanya appeared with her petals all over the sky, and sealed Wang Qingquan and others without any explanation.

Mianbai couldn't give him a chance to talk nonsense, and was impatient to kill him. Yang Dingchun stopped him with a cold and pretty face, and said to Concubine Yang:

"Mother, why don't you listen to what he has to say."

"Huangfei, you have arrested the wrong person, we should deal with Mianbai together." Wang Gangquan seized the opportunity.

Mian Bai hurriedly stepped forward, "Imperial Concubine must not listen to this villain's nonsense, he is the secret agent of the Three Immortals, very cunning."

"Imperial Concubine, Mian Bai just saw His Majesty's power is getting weaker, and he started to plot against him. Before he broke up, he wanted to find another position in the new dynasty, and even threatened to strip you and the princess's clothes and hang them at the door for everyone to watch.

I really couldn't stand it anymore, so I chose to shoot, I didn't want this shameless old man to recruit the guards. "

Wang Gingquan added fuel and vinegar to the words, which made the faces of the two women on the opposite side turn green. Regardless of whether the words were true or not, they had already hated Mian Bai.

It was the first time for Mianbai to meet a guy who was more shameless than himself, and he was so angry that he wanted to kill him with a knife. Unexpectedly, he was imprisoned by Princess Yang the next moment, and the woman said in a cold voice:
"Do you have evidence for what you said?"

"Have."

Wang Gangquan took out a broken stone from his bosom, held it up in both hands like a monkey offering treasure, and presented it to the woman, "This is..."

"Echo Stone." The woman obviously knew the goods, and slowly injected spiritual energy into her hand.

Before the magic weapon could work, Mianbai was already squatting on the ground with a face ashen. He didn't expect that someone would carry such a useless thing with him, but it just happened to be this garbage magic weapon with no lethality, and now he could take it his life.

……

"One day when the power is in my hands, I will kill all the dogs in the world, and the mother and daughter of the Yang family will sleep together, strip them dry, wash them and hang them on the wall."

Mianbai's obscene voice came out of the Echo Stone, and it was a jingle. Concubine Yang's face turned extremely ugly in an instant. Mianbai, who was about to wake up and was dying, sat up in shock, staring and shouting:
"That's not what I said, that grandson slandered me."

"Mianjin, don't struggle, do you dare to say that this is not your voice?"

Wang Gingquan squinted his eyes, with the attitude of "I'm the one who cheated you".

Echo stones are not complicated, and anyone with a little knowledge of refining can make them. This kind of thing has been the same for thousands of years, and I have never heard of it being counterfeit.

Concubine Yang smashed the stone into pieces, and Wang Gingquan next to her was bleeding faintly in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it on his face.

Ordinary craftsmen can't play tricks on the Echo Stone, but Lingyun Sect has a craftsman genius. This thing came from the hands of the master of Qitang, Jilu, and it was only used for entertainment. Wang Bingquan came over and developed a new usage.

Concubine Yang looked at Mianbai coldly. As a woman, she had long been dissatisfied with the behavior of this close minister who was highly appreciated by the Emperor Yang, but because of the Emperor Yang's favor, she never took him seriously. Hitting himself and his daughter on the head, I believe that even if Emperor Yang was present, he would never let him off lightly.

Wang Gangquan leaned forward again like a dog's leg, "Wait a minute, imperial concubine, don't let this shameless person dirty your hands, the little one is willing to do it for you."

The woman glanced at him, and said in a cold tone, "Don't let him die too comfortably."

After speaking, he waved his hand to remove the seal on the other party's body, Wang Gangquan lightened his whole body, grinned and said:

"Just watch."

As he said that, he pointed at Mianbai's eyebrows.

The man's eyes gradually became dull, and after a while, puzzlement and panic appeared on his face. Wang Gangquan slowly withdrew his fingers, but at this moment the man fell to the ground with a scream, and then tears and saliva flowed together, and his mouth couldn't stop. Saying "don't".

Mianbai's screams became more and more intense, and the lower body couldn't restrain the excretion of filth, and the scene suddenly became stinky. Wang Gangquan retreated slightly, shook his head and sighed, and Wang Yijing couldn't help asking in a low voice:

"Grandpa, what did you do to him?"

"You're still young, I'm afraid you won't be able to accept it."

"Let's hear it."

"So curious, let me show you directly."

Wang Gingquan showed a malicious smile, which made the opponent's heart skip a beat, and then decisively pointed at his forehead.

The young man was taken aback for a moment, then his complexion became more and more ugly, and finally he couldn't hold back and vomited - he only had a glimpse of what happened to Mianbai.

Wang Gangquan raised his index finger with a smile on his face, and met the strange eyes of the people around him and said: "If anyone is still interested, I can let him see it."

Everyone turned their heads away, pretending not to hear, Yang Dingjun thought for a while, but finally couldn't hold back his curiosity, he leaned over to Wang Yijing, who was still vomiting, and said:
"What exactly did you see?"

The young man wiped his mouth, forced himself to stand up, looked at his grandfather fearfully, and said with lingering fear:

"Even for Mianbai, it's still too cruel."

Speaking of this, he paused, "Everything you can think of in this world is in it."

"Huh?" Yang Dingjun was even more confused.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the man on the ground was dying, but the man who did all this was chatting and laughing with the woman like nothing else.

When Mianbai was completely like a puddle of mud, Wang Gangquan looked at Liu Meijiao and said, "Do you want me to help you?"

The woman shook her head with firm eyes, "No, I will do it myself."

When she came to Mian Bai's side, she stabbed the weapon in her hand without hesitation, and the burst of spiritual energy directly shattered the opponent's soul. Not only did the man's face not show the slightest pain, but there was a hint of relief on the contrary.

Just when everyone was happy, Wang Gingquan's expression suddenly changed, his whole body exuded an aura that didn't belong to him, and he murmured "This is not what I want", and his figure rushed into the air.

……

A gleaming golden circular magic weapon made clanking noises from time to time as it swam. It was the sun-moon wheel that Wang Gangquan had used before. One glance, and I couldn't help trembling all over.

Wang Gangquan stretched out his hand, and the sun and moon discs were entrenched in his palms. The two swords around his waist were inserted into the scabbards from beginning to end, and the sun and moon discs were actually the real thing from the Holy Spirit Realm.

Yang Jie's pupils shrank involuntarily. Although the opponent's body exuded fluctuations in the stage of transformation, he felt that he was no longer a fish that was slaughtered by others, but a danger from the soul.

Lifang Taibai also frowned slightly. It is rumored that the servant of the Holy Spirit has no entity, not even a soul. He is just a will, which can silently descend on a specific person, but this is the first time he has appeared outside the realm of the Holy Spirit.

I don't know how long the other party has lived, maybe it has existed since the creation of the Holy Spirit. To deal with this kind of old monster, you must be full of energy.

Seeing their nervous looks, Wang Gangquan smiled and said:
"Girl, Lord Holy Spirit is supreme, don't try to replace him, will you end it yourself, or will I help you?"

Hearing "kill yourself", Emperor Yang's face immediately became a little ugly. The ancestors of the Yang family committed suicide for no reason back then.

Wang Gangquan saw his thoughts and said bluntly:
"This seat can come to any monk who has been to the Holy Spirit Realm, and your ancestor is no exception. At that time, he knew a secret that he shouldn't know. The deity gave him a ride out of helplessness."

Speaking of this, Wang Gingquan's face was slightly regretful, "It's a pity that a good seedling was lost, I still like that kid, I can only blame him for being born in the wrong era."

"Do it!" Lifang Taibai said at the right time. She has been planning for thousands of years, how could she fall short?
Yang Jie was also really fired up, crossed his thumbs together, and the aura rushed out, displaying a supernatural power that he had never used against Taibai.

……

"My ancestors help me!" Yang Huang shouted.

Wang Yijing below raised his head upon hearing the sound, and before he could ask "how to help", he rolled his eyes and passed out.

A golden soul floated up from the top of the young man's head, and the majestic spiritual energy from the Emperor Yang merged into the soul, and a figure was quickly formed visible to the naked eye. Wang Qingquan on the opposite side watched this scene quietly, as if he had no intention of stopping it.

After a while, a man who looked very similar to Wang Yijing appeared in front of everyone, but his cultivation reached the holy fairyland, which was the peak state of the ancestors of the Yang family.

The man turned his head to look at Emperor Yang, and said flatly: "You called me out?"

"The Yangcang Realm is in a life-or-death crisis, please help the ancestors." Yang Jie said respectfully.

"Do you know the price?"

"Returning to the ancestors, if monk Yangcang is oppressed by the Holy Spirit, he will not be able to truly live the same life as the sky. What's the use of keeping longevity for unfilial descendants?"

"it is good."

The man nodded, and glanced at the woman next to him. There was a hint of surprise in his eyes, but it was only a glance, then he looked away, looked at the servant of the holy spirit who possessed the power of the king, and said:
"Maoshi, long time no see."

The latter smiled and said with a little emotion:
"In my era, how could there be so many cursing people around? Your kid laughed at me as a stone in a latrine. I haven't been able to understand the meaning for a long time. I only know that it is not a good thing."

The ancestor of the Yang family was silent for a while, and asked:
"How long?"

"Seven thousand eight hundred and thirty two years."

"Looking at the situation, I was indeed right."

"Even if another 1 years pass, I will still be me."

The two conversed like a riddle, and the tacit understanding was like best friends. They were indeed friends for years, but they only existed thousands of years ago. After learning that they were cheated, the two could only be endless enemies.

……

Thousands of years later, after a brief exchange of greetings, the servant of the holy spirit picked up the sun and moon wheel in his hand, and the magic weapon struck it. The first central emperor picked up the bullfighting sword, blessed his soul, and slashed out a strong sword like a rainbow.

The servant of the holy spirit named "Spear Shi" did not dodge or dodge, and stepped forward to catch the terrifying sword energy. With a little force, he crushed it with his bare hands.

With a crisp sound, Maoshi laughed loudly and said:

"Yangfu, have you forgotten who taught you your sword skills? Even your sword was given by the deity."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand and shook it, and the long sword in the hand of the first generation of central emperor immediately disappeared.

"Maoshi, you should know that I've always been worried about what others give me."

The man's tone was calm, and he raised his hand to grab the central palace not far away, and then the highly exaggerated palace shrunk a little in the eyes of everyone, and finally turned into a golden fairy sword and flew into the hands of the first central emperor.

"Every brick and tile of the Yanghuang Palace comes from Yangcang. This sword represents the imperial power of my Yang family. I wonder if I can compete with your star-forged bullfighting bull?" Yang Fu said calmly.

"Of course you can." Mao Shi replied, holding the bullfighting sword in his hand.

The two rushed forward again, their weapons collided, the sound was deafening, and several houses in the imperial city that was about to be tossed to pieces immediately collapsed.

This battle is no longer something ordinary monks can participate in. Everyone retreated one after another, and a few worried eyes looked into the air.

……

(End of this chapter)