The Great Talisman

Yang Sanyang looked at Zulong with indifferent eyes: "How did I kill you? Not only your great-grandson was killed by me, but also the flood dragon and the prince. All were framed by me and attracted by the innate formation. Demon ancestor, with the help of the innate spirit treasure's aura, made the demon ancestor suspicious of your dragon clan, and then hit the big prince."

"It's you! It's really you! It's all your calculations!" Zu Long stared at Yang Sanyang with a pair of eyes, his beard and hair were wide, and his anger rose to the sky: "Unexpectedly, all this is yours. Calculate."

"Yes, my calculations are true! It's a pity that the Demon Ancestor still had doubts at the time and didn't kill you, otherwise, would there be today's disaster?" Yang Sanyang scanned the tribe that had turned into powder in front of his eyes, There was a touch of grief.

What can he do?

What can he do?

The tribe is destroyed, he can do nothing!

There was a touch of heartache in the eyes, and then it was replaced by that touch of utter hatred. All of these causes and effects could not be hidden from Amitabha's eyes.

In order to find the talisman, Zulong attracted the gods, causing the barbarians to suffer such a calamity. This hatred is not shared!

"Hand over the talisman, and spare your life! Even if you had conspired the matter of my family's dragon son and grandson, my ancestors and I can write off you!" Zu Long's eyes burned, staring at Yang Sanyang, that unforgettable The hatred was suppressed by it.

At this time, the higher his cultivation base, the more he felt the terrifying talisman!

Moreover, he was even more suspicious that the barbaric in front of him had inadvertently stole the good fortune of the clinging talisman before he could be reborn and make such a big move in the wilderness.

Ask a barbarian to reincarnate and kill the true **** Daluo, and see the mystery of holding a talisman!

"I think your Chaos Bead is good, if you exchange it, you can consider it!" Yang Sanyang showed a mockery at the corner of his mouth.

"Hahaha! Hahaha! No matter how you befriend the saint today, I will never spare you! Never! Even if the saint himself comes, I will have to reason with him!" Zulong suddenly opened his mouth, The chaotic bead spit out, and the chaotic bead passed by, and the void was solidified, and strands of chaotic air flowed on the chaotic bead, suppressing all qi.

A series of terrifying auras in the void stretched out, Yang Sanyang stretched out his palm, and the Tai Chi picture turned into a golden bridge, and went straight into the void: "Ancestral Dragon, if you have the skills, kill me and get the clinging talisman. You use your own selfishness to harm me. My barbarian tribe is torn apart and plundered by all the major tribes in the world. This blood feud will be written down for the time being. In the future, there will be time for you to retaliate."

Yang Sanyang stepped on the golden bridge, a golden light burst from the top of his head, the phantom flickering of the 33rd Xuan Huang Linglong Pagoda, accompanied by the chaos pearls down, saw the 33rd Xuan Huang Linglong Pagoda's congenital restrictions continue to flow, intersecting with the Tai Chi figure under the golden bridge Echoing, the two radiated a group of divine light, and even brushed off the chaotic bead.

Yang Sanyang's cultivation is not as good as the ancestor dragon, so the power of urging the innate treasure is not as good as the ancestor dragon.

It's like the same big sword. A 30-year-old adult and a 10-year-old child dance. Does that feel the same?

Both sides have innate treasures, and Yang Sanyang's cultivation is far behind the ancestor dragon, so naturally he is invincible. But there are many treasures that can't hold him. Although the Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda is a semi-finished product, the innate **** forbidden within it has already been formed under the infinite merits, and it has at least 50% of the power of the real Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda.

At this moment, it merges with the golden bridge of Tai Chi at the foot, exuding the power to suppress the world and the world, and the air machine shoots out in the void, and the time and space continue to be distorted. Once the dragon strikes the sky, it does not wait for it to issue a second attack. Yang Sanyang's figure has disappeared before his eyes.

"What kind of treasure is that? It counteracted the suppression of my Chaos Pearl?" Zu Long looked gloomy at the place where Yang Sanyang disappeared, recalling the falling of the black and yellow air, and the pagoda with layers of radiant light, and a touch of light appeared in his eyes. Killing in the sky: "These opportunities are mine! They are all mine!"

"If it were not for holding the talisman, the little barbarian would not rise. Without his rise, these treasures would definitely belong to me." Zu Long gritted his teeth with hatred, recalling everything in the last million years, and since losing the holding talisman After that, his own bad luck continued, not to mention the loss of one innate spirit treasure, and he had never obtained any innate spirit treasure.

I think that millions of years ago, I held a talisman in my hand, and various innate treasures were like Chinese cabbage. None of the true gods and emperors of Da Luo had a few treasures, but they secretly obtained a few treasures, and even moreover, they had the innate treasures.

The more I think about Zulong, the more I feel that after Yang Sanyang stole the talisman, he took away his own luck. Whether it is Taiji Tu, or other treasures, or even the entanglement with the saint, it should belong to oneself.

Whether it is a man or a god, sometimes he likes to be horny!

Just like now, Ancestral Dragon is clearly stuck in obsession. The mystery of holding amulet has already been sensed by Ancestral Dragon. With his cultivation base, he broke through the magical realm of Daluo. When I recalled all kinds of things back then, I felt more and more. Zhu Fu is extraordinary.

It's like a believer who has lost the things that he claims to bring him good luck. The kind of obsession, regret, and shock can be imagined.

The more I think about it, the deeper my obsession, the more I want to take back that treasure!

"That's a treasure related to the aura of my dragon clan. How can it be left out? I really think you can escape?" Zulong's face was cold, and a touch of coldness appeared in his eyes, and then he rose up in the next moment and turned into chaotic light directly. Up.

He has now fallen into paranoia, and has fallen into a heart failure. If he can't take the sticking talisman back, this obsession will inevitably haunt his xinxing, making him unable to get rid of it, sleeping and eating day and night, and being unable to improve his cultivation.

Soon after Zu Long left, a qi in the sky fluctuated, and Yang Sanyang, dressed in a gray soap robe, appeared in the field.

At this time, Yang Sanyang's qi in his body converged to the extreme, and all the qi in his body remained undiminished. Yang Sanyang's eyes scanned the uncultivated land, the messy hometown, and he remained silent for a long time.

The delicate and white palms stretched out, and an illusory foam appeared in his hands.

I saw Yang Sanyang sighed, and the Three Treasures flew out. I saw the divine light flowing in it, and the mountains under his feet vibrated, and the five large congenital formations had overlapped and merged in one place.

Amitabha's figure appeared beside Yang Sanyang, and he waved his big sleeves, his rosary turned into infinite cause and effect, and fell towards the innate great array. Accompanied by the entanglement of cause and effect, the entire large array gradually disappeared in the void, and the big thousand world no longer saw the slightest energy of the several innate large arrays.

One last glance at the bubble in his hand, Yang Sanyang then tossed it, and all the buildings and countless tribes in the bubble fell into the innate formation.

Amitabha smiled, his body dissipated into the void, turning into Buddha's light and sinking between Yang Sanyang's nose and mouth.

"This place has been watched by the gods, why did you relocate the tribe back?" Bai Ze drilled a head from the collar of Yang Sanyang's back, looking at the innate formation that was constantly concealing, a touch of puzzlement appeared in his eyes. .

"The most dangerous place is also the safest place. Besides, here I have deployed five large congenital formations, and Amitabha personally blessed them. If they can be easily found by people, they are not worthy of a saint's action. "Yang Sanyang showed a faint mockery in his eyes.

"Don't go in and take a look?" Bai Ze asked tentatively, looking at the shadowy figures in the large array in the distance, watching Yang Sanyang carefully with his eyes.

"It's all a bunch of strangers, what's so good about?" Yang Sanyang lowered his eyebrows, covering the sadness under his eyes: "Yeah is dead, and Yong is also dead. The female leader is dead long ago. Even if I go back, What can be done? I can't find a way to resurrect them. After I go back, I just get confused."

"The world is safe and secure. If you didn't leave in the past, you will only be the same as Ye, Yong, and the female leader! If you leave and get the opportunity to transcend, they will have that ray of life in the dark! The entire barbarian tribe will have that glimmer of life in the dark!" Bai Ze lay on Yang Sanyang's shoulders: "I know, leaving that year, the female leader died in the tribe, is your biggest regret. But. There is no way. It was a fluke that you were able to leave that year. Dao Yuan and Patriarch will never bring a second ape."

"Besides, they don't have your spirituality. Even if you take them out of the tribe, they will not be able to learn God's words, and they can only be used for ancient times!" Bai Ze whispered: "So, you don't have to blame yourself, regardless of you No matter how you choose, the final result is doomed. Only you can get that ray of life! They are just a foil after all. If you can one day practice a way to resurrect the dead, that will be their first ray of life."

"You don't have to comfort me, I know the truth!" Yang Sanyang lowered his eyebrows.

It's like two relatives and friends on a fishing boat, and the fishing boat can only carry one person. Either two people drowned together, or one of them was pushed into the sea to feed the fish.

How do you choose?

Even if you really push it into the sea and get a chance to live, but you see your relatives and friends drowning in front of you like that, you might be glad that you escaped a ray of life, but will you be happy?

Not necessarily!

Not necessarily as happy as imagined!

"Really don't go in and take a look?" Bai Ze stared at Yang Sanyang~www.wuxiaspot.com~ no more! "Yang Sanyang sighed: "Go back!" If I can't find a way back to life, I will never go back. "

"You are stunned, you always deceive yourself and dare not face reality," Bai Ze muttered.

"I have seen too many tragedies, and I can no longer tolerate any sorrow." Yang Sanyang turned around and stepped away from the tribe. At that moment, time seemed to look back. He saw himself full of hope and hope, holding A basket of wild fruits, constantly jumping in the mountains and forests, pretending to be cute.

Who knows, how much sadness is in that cuteness? How much helplessness does it contain?

Sweeping dignity, leaving the homeland, heaven and man are forever separated, would he not understand?

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