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Chapter 406 Chapter 24 White Chapter [-] Knowing
"Hao Jianpeng, do you think you can win against this young master with your three-legged cat's kung fu?" Yang Meng looked at Hao Jianpeng who was flying over with a sneer, and said.

"Although I am only the head of the outer sect of the Fahua Sect, I have practiced this kung fu for more than 40 years. Even if you are a young boy, you can't surpass me even if you started practicing from the womb. No more nonsense. , Go to hell with me!" Hao Jianpeng was obviously very confident in himself, or he underestimated Yang Meng.

In mid-air, Hao Jianpeng had already adjusted his posture, his right hand was bent into a claw shape, the pale golden Fa Huazong true energy lingered outside the claw, and the target was straightforward, that was Yang Meng's neck.

Gao Tangchun and the others who didn't understand YangMeng's true cultivation suddenly shouted in horror, "Mr. Yang, be careful!"

With Gao Tangchun's eyesight, it is natural to see that Hao Jianpeng's strength has reached the level of Huajin. Just like what Hao Jianpeng said just now, Gao Tangchun does not think that Yang Meng has the strength to defeat Hao Jianpeng.

"Hmph, you still want to fight this young master at this level? I don't think you are qualified enough!" Facing Hao Jianpeng's sudden attack, YangMeng still had that calm look, and he didn't even look straight at him. Hao Jianpeng, who was attacking quickly, took a look.

It was too late to say, but it was so fast, just when Hao Jianpeng's claws were about to hit Yang Meng, Yang Meng flew up like lightning.

"Oh!"

A figure flew out directly, and hit the snow-white wall heavily. The huge impact directly hit the wall, and there were traces of cracks on the ground.

"puff!"

Suddenly spouting a mouthful of bright red blood, Hao Jianpeng looked at Yang Meng incredulously, and asked, "This, how is this possible? Who the hell are you? How can you have such terrifying strength?"

YangMeng's deep eyes were full of smiles, and he said: "Didn't I tell you just now? My name is YangMeng, and my grandfather was the 'Mr. Longxiao' Yang Zaitian!"

"Impossible, how could you have such a powerful cultivation!" Hao Jianpeng murmured.

YangMeng chuckled, and said: "There is nothing impossible in this world, what is there is just whether you dare to believe it or not!"

"Hey, I don't believe it, I don't believe it!" Hao Jianpeng's eyes flashed a scarlet rage, and he slapped his heart with his left hand. Three times later, Hao Jianpeng opened his mouth wide, and a bell spewed out from his mouth. , he gave Yang Meng a condescending look, snorted lightly, and rang the bell.

The sound of this bell is not like the small bells sold on the market. Not only is the sound not so crisp, but it is slightly low-pitched, which makes people feel dizzy when they listen to it.

"Dementing soul bell, it's a pity that it's just a low-level magic weapon!" Yang Meng was not surprised at all that Hao Jianpeng was able to take out the magic weapon.After all, the ancestor of the Fahua Sect was once a member of the Elder Association, and among the resources he could control was how to refine magic weapons.

He, Hao Jianpeng, is actually the representative of the Fa Hua Sect in the secular world, so it makes no sense not to give him a few life-saving things. If he is easily wiped out, wouldn't the Fa Hua Sect be very shameless?
Therefore, it is not surprising that Hao Jianpeng can take out this Dementor Bell.

"Ring Ling Ling..."

The entire living room on the second floor reverberated with the incomparably weird ringing of the Dementor Bell. Except for Yang Meng and a few other cultivators above the Foundation Establishment Realm, everyone present felt an unprecedented sense of weakness. The depths spread down, making people drowsy.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes lit up, and a vast grass appeared in front of them. There was a rustling sound in the grass, as if something was approaching them.

"Spiritual Illusion? I didn't expect this broken bell to have additional effects, but it's still a trick!"

YangMeng glanced at his surroundings, and found that the vast grass was full of colorful and slender snakes, they kept swallowing their cores, and they were quickly crawling towards him.

"If you're a Huajin master or a pseudo-innate master, maybe you really know your way, but it's a pity that this young master is a cultivator, so you're out of luck!" The seal of his hand, a wave of green true energy, ran down his palm and reached the tip of his toes.

"Break!" YangMeng exhaled, his voice was passionate, and he saw his toes, which contained the true essence of Yuqing, suddenly hit the ground.

The moment YangMeng's toes touched the ground, the grass under his feet suddenly shook slightly.

Immediately afterwards, with YangMeng's body as the center, a cyan fluctuating ring swept away in all directions. Wherever the cyan brilliance covered, it was instantly re-transformed from the grass to the second floor of the Ningjiang City Public Security Bureau. Everything is recovering in an orderly manner.

But in the blink of an eye, the soul-destroying illusion formed by the soul-destroying bell dissipated, and everyone present felt relieved. When they looked around and saw the familiar scene, Xiang Gu was a little dazed.

"Puchi~~~"

In the corner, Hao Jianpeng looked sluggish. The Dementor Bell in his hand was damaged when the Dementor Illusion had just broken. Because the Dementor Bell was refined into a natal magic weapon by him, one of them was damaged. Naturally, Hao Jianpeng also suffered backlash and was severely injured.

"I thought you were so capable. Feelings are just a silver-like wax gun head. Well, you'd better be obedient and grab it!"

Ignoring everyone's bewildered gazes, Yang Meng walked towards Hao Jianpeng slowly. Under his incomparably horrified and fearful gazes, he directly covered his celestial spirit cover with his hands. Guy, YangMeng won't show sympathy, so he directly activates the soul search technique!
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Yanjing, Song Group.

Song Hexuan stood in front of the bright floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the beautiful neon lights below, the traffic going back and forth, and the high-rise buildings shining with all kinds of brilliance, he suddenly had a feeling of controlling the world.

Since he became the head of the Song family, he has never felt this way, because the Song family is originally one of the five great families in China. Whether it is power or wealth, they have all reached the top ranks of the world, controlling the world and even reaching out to grab it. hands.

But since he got in touch with Ying Zheng and knew that there was still a realm of comprehension in this world, he suddenly felt that he could go a step further.

The world that can obviously be controlled by oneself, how can it be distributed to other families?As the saying goes, the general trend of the world, divided for a long time, must be united. Anyway, one of the five great families has been wiped out, so what if a few more are evened out?
"Dong dong dong..."

Just as Song Hexuan was thinking of this, there was a knock on the door.

Turning his head to look at the old-fashioned pendulum placed in the room, he found that it was already 09:30 in the evening, he frowned, he really couldn't think of who would be here at this time, and came to disturb his rest.

Shaking his head, Song Hexuan said, "Come in!"

"Clap!"

The huge door was opened, and a middle-aged man with a dark complexion and a face similar to Song Hexuan walked in.

"Mo Lin, what's the matter?" Song Hexuan asked with some doubts when he saw the person coming.

Song Molin said anxiously, "Dad, did Zihao come to see you?"

"No! What's the matter with Zihao?" Unlike the Yang family, even though the Song family had flourished and had five or six grandchildren by direct blood, among the five or six grandchildren, he liked Song Zihao the most.

Hearing that something might have happened to Song Zihao at this moment, Song Hexuan couldn't help but become anxious.

Song Molin frowned tightly, and said, "Dad, Tian Zihao said he was going to Tiannan Province to relax, so I asked him to report to the Tiannan Provincial Branch. But three days have passed, and he hasn't made a single call. Come back, I wonder if something happened to him!"

Song Hexuan also frowned in thought, and finally said after a while, "How about this, Mo Lin, you can call Zhang Li of the Tiannan branch and ask him if Zihao has reported to the branch..."

"Ring Ling Ling~~~"

Right at this point, Song Hexuan's cell phone rang suddenly, and the two of them were taken aback at the same time.

Guo Song Hexuan quickly took out his phone and glanced at it. When he saw the name on the screen, he pressed the answer button directly, and at the same time his voice became dignified: "Hi, I'm Song Hexuan!"

"My lord, I am Shadow NO.13, and I have important information to report to you!" The voice on the other end of the phone was respectful and gloomy.

"Shadow" is an organization founded by Xu Fu. Its main purpose is to collect information and carry out assassinations. Now this force has been completely under the control of Song Hexuan. Its purpose is naturally to find all the souls on the water blue planet. stone deposits.

Moreover, these 'shadow' people are all controlled by Xu Fu with secret spells, so there is no need to worry about their loyalty.

Song Hexuan hummed lightly and said, "What information?"

Shadow No. 13 replied: "My lord, we reported from the insider of the 'Supervisory Committee' that Dai Changsheng, the head of the Dai family, and three people from the Yang family's direct descendants suddenly appeared in the suburbs of Tiannan Province, and met with Song Zihao, the young master of the Song family, Hao Fei, the young master of the Fahua Group, bet on the race car with the sons of the rich family. What is known so far is that Song Zihao, the young master of the Song family, fell off a cliff and died while racing. Dai Changsheng and several descendants of the Yang family are all in the Ningjiang City Public Security Bureau of Tiannan Province. "

"What did you say?" Song Hexuan's eyes widened suddenly, and he shouted, "Zihao fell off a cliff and died while racing!"

Shadow NO.13 naturally understood the reason why Song Hexuan reacted so strongly. After all, when he heard that his grandson had died, no one's first reaction was much better!

However, facts are facts, and Shadow No. 13 replied in a cold tone: "Yes, the young master of the Song family is dead!"

"boom!"

In an instant, Song Hexuan felt a bomb exploded in his brain, and he was stunned!
(End of this chapter)