Xuanzhen felt that Emperor Yang's claws were like iron hoops, tightly slinging his neck, as if they were suppressed by the law level. No matter how hard they struggled or slapped, they could not get out of it. What made him even more frightened was that the essence of life was being continuously extracted.

"Master Xiao, save the old monk quickly. The old monk is willing to fight against the evil corpse with you. The old complaints will be eliminated. From now on, you will be the most honorable guest of my Buddhism!"

Xuanzhen asked for help sadly.

Xiao Ye didn't say anything, Quan Zhu didn't hear it.

"Miss Purple, save me!"

Xuanzhen asked Zi Gu for help again.

Zi Gu also said nothing.

By the way, Xuanzhen was also uneasy. As long as he opened his voice, he would reveal his breath and could attract Emperor Yang's evil corpse. How could he deceive people with such a trick? What's more, Xiao Ye is not a good person. Xuanzhen died if he died. What's the matter with him? He is still waiting to pick up the corpse.

A Buddhist golden elixir must have a lot of good things on it.

As for Zi Gu, she cannot be regarded as a human being, and there is no mercy. Xuanzhen's life and death are like flowers blooming and fading, and the cause and death are the most normal.

"Your Majesty, you and I have no grudges or grudges, why bother to make things difficult for the old monk? Those who really want to harm you have someone else!"

Xuan Zhen was so angry that he went to the doctor, and actually told Emperor Yang the evil corpse.

Obviously, there would be no effect. Xuanzhen's essence passed quickly, his thinking gradually blurred, and finally his neck tilted, his energy was gone, his body was dull, and it was clear that his essence was exhausted.

Looking at Emperor Yang again, his gray and shriveled skin actually had a little blood color and was a little full.

Then Emperor Yang stretched out his hand and leaped straight to the lower abdomen of Xuan Zhen's body.

"No, he wants to dig out the golden elixir and stop him quickly. Once he takes the golden elixir, he will probably turn into a corpse. No one in Jiangdu City can survive, and you and others will also bear heinous sins and will never be restored. Damn, I understand what my calamity is, it is a corpse disaster!"

Zi Gu's expression changed drastically, and she didn't care about being exposed, and showed a reminder of the Dharma body.

Emperor Yang slowed down and turned his head to look at Zi Gu.

Zi Gu waved her sleeves, and a cluster of colorful pollen sprinkled out of her sleeves, turning into crystal light spots, attached to Emperor Yang's corpse. In an instant, light was made into a masterpiece, and a trace of gray air filled with it, obviously purifying the evil corpse.

"Ao!"

Emperor Yang let out a painful howl and pounced on Zi Gu!

"Where to go!"

Xiao Ye stepped forward and then turned into a sword and slashed away!

When dealing with evil corpses controlled by dragon energy, true qi is not very useful, so Xiao Ye uses his talent when he comes up.

The talent cannot be seen with the naked eye, but the dragon energy can be sensed. In Emperor Yang's dark eyes, the brilliance was shining, and he opened his mouth and let out a dragon roar!

The dragon was originally an ancient ferocious beast. It did not care about magical powers, and compared with other ferocious beasts, it was nothing special. However, it was bad. The first generation of human emperor used the essence of the dragon and the power of sentient beings to refine it into the dragon energy, and since then it gave the attributes of dragon and totem.

The emperor's descendants are called Long Zi Long Son, and ordinary people are called Long Successors. After countless years, this concept has been deeply implanted into the bloodline, causing the dragon to have a natural pressure on humans.

Zi Gu's Dharma body was disillusioned and almost roared away.

Qiao Niang has talent to protect her body and official energy to suppress her. She is a little better, but thunder explodes one after another in her mind, showing a look of pain.

Just now, Xuan Zhen couldn't get rid of the hand that was choking, and she was restrained by the dragon energy and died in a frustration.

However, Xiao Ye also has dragon energy. Although his dragon energy was sealed, Emperor Yang's dragon energy could not control him. It was not a big deal except for the stinging pain of the roar of his eardrum.

He shouted loudly immediately, using the volume to hedge the volume, and at the same time, the sword was still extinguished and slashed down violently!

This sword sank from the top of his head and dissipated into the corpse. On the surface, the corpse was not damaged, but the sword light exploded in Emperor Yang's body, like a peacock spreading its tail, killing the dragon energy with one sword after another. Only through the energy can one sense the blood light of a yellow dragon being killed splattered everywhere, scales fell, rolling and roaring.

Of course, Xiao Ye's consumption is also huge. After all, this is not a python dragon, but a real dragon.

Now Xiao Ye is already a ninth-grade talent, and he swallows the Pill of Mind Power, and his mind increases greatly. Compared with the small underworld, although his talent has not changed much, the power of the Talent Qi-turning Sword has at least doubled.

The pressure of the corpse weakened, and the dragon roar disappeared invisibly. Qiaoniang and Zigu both took a breath.

Xiao Ye was overjoyed. Just as Yi was waiting for Yi to chase the enemy, another dragon roar in his mind made him stagger and almost kneel down. Looking at the four-phase dragon lock formation on his body, the monkeys rose and rabbits fell one after another, and the four ferocious beasts seemed to be alive, all showing ferocious faces.

This is not a good thing. The seal was activated, so it can only be said that the dragon seed had a change.

Indeed, in Xiao Ye's sea of ​​consciousness, four ferocious beasts transformed into true forms and roared at the golden dragon, and the sound waves covered the waves.

"not good!"

Zi Gu's face changed: "I still underestimated Emperor Yang's dragon energy. The dragon roar just now was mainly to awaken the sealed dragon seed in Xiao Lang's body."

Qiao Niang said inexplicably: "Empress, isn't the dragon energy unique and domineering? It will awaken Xiao Lang's dragon seeds into two dragons fighting each other. What's the use for it?"

Zi Gu said: "There can only be one real dragon in the world. It wants to devour Xiao Lang's dragon seed. Only by summoning it out can it be devoured. Unexpectedly, this dragon energy lurks in Emperor Yang's body, and he has learned a bit of cunning."

As he said that, he stretched out his hand and pointed, and the divine power turned into a bright light, landing on Xiao Ye, strengthening the seal.

Xiao Ye was yelled with stars. He knew that if this continued, Emperor Yang would take his life first without solving the dragon seed. He immediately endured his discomfort and said, "Qiao Niang, let go of his talent and recite poems with me."

"Um!"

Qiao Niang nodded.

Xiao Ye chanted loudly.

"The bottom of the pen is made of sweet beans, but the beans are not yet yin and are fun to wear."

When the sentence was recited, Qiao Niang followed her and the two of them were in harmony. In the tomb, there were invisible sweet bean trees rising up from the ground, green trees were shaded, and white flowers were filled with wind. The wind gently brushed by, taking away strands of pollen and spreading all over the space.

Gantanghua has the effect of helping the right and expelling evil spirits. It was originally used to cure diseases, but in its talent, it was infinitely magnified, and the tomb chamber was covered with a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere.

"The moon, the boat, the piano and the crane are all together, and the west wind is fighting with one sword."

Suddenly, the lake and mountains appeared again, making people yearn for it. The restlessness of the dragon seed gradually weakened, and Emperor Yang also showed a look of nostalgia.

"Life is easy to disperse love like the sea, and things will be endless and not frosted."

"Don't use the dragon-slaying hands to kill dragons and fish in the Canglang."

These two sentences are recited one after another. The whole poem is actually not a fighting poem, and it has no lethality. It just produces a distant and peaceful artistic conception. Combining with talent, it can allow the creatures in this situation to forget the struggle and develop a heart of retreat.

The author of this poem is Zhao Bixiang, a native of the Song Dynasty. He once conscripted Wen Tianxiang. Of course, not everyone is as righteous as Wen Tianxiang, and he is afraid of evil like enemies. He cannot demand everyone according to Wen Tianxiang's standards.

After the fall of the Song Dynasty, Zhao Bixiang lived in seclusion, and his poems often expressed his intention to retire. In fact, as an ordinary person, Zhao Bixiang did a very good job. At least he did not become a military officer or an official in the Yuan Dynasty.

His poems teach people to let go of disputes and their intention to retire is strong, especially in the last sentence, I even put down my hand of slaying dragons and killing dragons. I would rather sail in the waves, what else can you let go?

This is the artistic conception, the artistic conception that comes from personal preaching, and the entire space is shrouded in the artistic conception of retirement.

But Xiao Ye’s original intention was not to resign from the dragon energy. After all, the dragon energy could not resign from the sky. After a brief confusion, it would still rise. He just wanted to paralyze it. Taking advantage of the opportunity of Emperor Yang’s confusion, he suddenly kicked his feet and kicked Emperor Yang’s right elbow hard.

"Bang!"

Emperor Yang was caught off guard, swung his elbow upwards, slapped his palm on his right face, covering his right eye.

He remembered that when he was in the coffin, Zi Gu asked him to cover Emperor Yang's eyes with Emperor Yang's hand.
Chapter completed!