fifth form

"I told you I didn't see anything, but you insist on forcing me to surrender!"

"I don't want to know who you are, and I don't want to know what you are going to do!"

"You can afford to take on the big business of your family, but how can weaklings like us have the strength to do so!"

"If you want to kill us, then don't blame me for fighting with you!"

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In mid-air, Shen Pei was like a rooster with a human being choking his neck.

He didn't expect that when he escaped from Yang Po to inspect the abnormality, someone would actually lock Yang Po.

The noisy voice was accompanied by the blue brilliance that appeared from time to time.

The other party's cultivation level was obviously weaker than his own, but Shen Peigong found that it was difficult for him to move his body and to fly as freely as before. He was even being pulled closer and closer to the other party, and it became difficult to even speak.

There are countless wonderful arts in the world, and he has obviously been hit by an unknown spell right now.

If the opponent carries the Yang Soul too far away from the body, the Yang Soul will completely leave the body and become a lonely soul.

Shen Peigong was immediately anxious.

He didn't come to kill the Empress Dowager. He didn't come here to catch a deserter and be killed.

"Let...let me go!"

Shen Peigong struggled.

He felt as if Yang Po was being pressed up by a heavy mountain. Let alone flying, even taking two steps was difficult.

Being locked up like this, how could he target the Emperor and Queen when she came to Yangling? It was impossible for him to return to his own body.

After calculating everything, Shen Peigong didn't expect that he would overturn so easily.

He desperately struggled to break away from the wrapped Yang Soul, but found that it was difficult to break through the opponent's blockade.

"How can there be monks in this world who specialize in cultivating Yang Soul? I don't accept it!"

Shen Peigong was filled with resentment.

Not only do Confucian monks practice countless things, they at least have a lot of knowledge. The top Confucian scholars know the strange and weird magic techniques of various schools.

But even though Shen Peigong has experienced a lot in the past few decades, he has never been exposed to this kind of technique that specializes in beating Yang soul.

It was normal for one of the students to have diarrhea, but it was abnormal for all of them to have diarrhea. Shen Peigong was just patrolling for inspection and then noticed the noise, and then came over to see the situation.

He never thought he could see such big trouble from the situation.

"Little thief, don't be complacent. When my students come over, I just need to kill you physically... you will definitely die... if you let... me..."

Shen Peigong pulled at his yang soul. He originally wanted to say a few words to force the other party to let go quickly, but under the wash of glory, he felt that he could not hold on any longer.

He felt like he was like a ball of water, and Zhang Xuezhou was a container, holding him firmly in place and unable to move, and constantly pushing him in a state of strangulation and death.

What made Shen Peigong even more frightened was that the other party was wrapping him around and pushing him further away.

Even if the opponent's push speed is not fast, Shen Peigong can guess the opponent's intention.

This shocked him for a moment.

"Let me go, I won't hunt you down!"

"Let me go, I won't pursue this matter!"

"Let me go, I...I will give you a benefit!"

"Let...I...I didn't see anything!"

Shen Peigong shouted repeatedly.

He changed the content of his narration several times before he noticed that his body was slightly relaxed.

"Ah, it's so dark today, why can't you see anything?"

The sound of talking to himself was heard, and Shen Peigong felt that the other party was pretending to be blind to a certain extent.

Since the other party didn't want to wade into troubled waters and didn't even ask about the benefits he offered, Shen Peigong didn't bother much.

Listening to the other party's voice, Shen Peigong could only mutter, 'Why can't I see anything?' For a moment, the two Yang Souls went from entangled to separated, and Zhang Xuezhou took back the Yang Soul into his body and quickly shuttled through the mountains and forests.

Shen Peigong was still in shock, but he could not help but drive his yang soul to fly towards his body in the thatched cottage at the foot of the mountain.

People are divided into two sides, and each has its own escape.

"Why did that old man talk so weirdly? He seemed to beg for mercy after a while. Is he out of body to find out our whereabouts? Will we be captured?"

Stumbling in the darkness, especially the discomfort caused by the eyes turning into darkness when the light of the Golden Crow Emperor's feathers extinguished, Zhang Xuezhou and Shen Peigong fought for nearly two minutes, and Yi Yan had not yet reacted when he ran for his life.

Of course, the distance she drilled out was not too far, just less than twenty meters.

"Don't ask so many questions, just keep digging forward!"

Rong Tianding murmured in dissatisfaction, and he breathed a sigh of relief when Zhang Xuezhou caught up with him again.

"Cousin?"

"Can't get him!"

Zhang Xuezhou shook his head.

His Yang Soul level is high, but confining and kneading invisible objects is equivalent to punching the air.

Zhang Xuezhou repeatedly tried to pull Shen Peigong away from the village, but just as it was difficult for him to move the heavy body of Rong Tianding after spreading his wings, Zhang Xuezhou could not pull the yang spirit of a great cultivator like Shen Peigong away from his body.

He has some pretty good abilities, but his abilities are a little lacking.

Zhang Xuezhou finally had no choice but to give up and let Shen Peigong go after he bowed his head.

Shen Peigong can be beaten to death by others, or he can beat others to death, but he cannot be pulled by him and do nothing.

If Shen Pei's plot fails to succeed due to the timing, the other party will definitely come to seek revenge on him when angry.

But even if he knew the other party's possible behavior and did not create any obstacles for him at this critical moment, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but feel a little heavy in his heart.

His front foot felt that Shen Peigong could deal with whoever he wanted, but his back foot also felt that he had to pay attention to the basic situation to avoid being affected by the other party.

"If Mr. Shen Pei wins, as long as the other party is generous, I can still be considered a useful talent. Maybe he will be recruited by the other party. If he loses but is not dead, he will probably think that we are tipping off the information. If he loses and dies, , then there’s nothing to consider!”

Zhang Xuezhou thought for a while, and under many circumstances he could only rule out the fate of Shen Peigong winning and then dying, similar to the outcome of researching explosives.

Of course, winning and dying would have less impact on Zhang Xuezhou.

As long as Shen Peigong does not assassinate the current His Majesty, Shen Peigong killing anyone will not interfere with him in the slightest.

"Who are you targeting with your life skills?"

He looked back at Yangling. There was still a sea of ​​red lanterns in Yangling. The light shone so brightly that the patrol sergeant could almost be seen in Yangling.

When looking at Chang'an City, Zhang Xuezhou saw that Chang'an City in the distance was completely dark, and it was difficult to see any light.

"Let's go to Wei Shao'er's thatched cottage to spend the night first!"

Zhang Xuezhou could not lead people into Chang'an City, so he had to call the black and white horses on the hillside.

After reaching out to fish it out, Yiyu was carried on the back of a black horse traveling at night, and she was able to get on the white horse again.

"Where did the horse come from? The horse can still run in the mountains!"

"The unbeautiful woman has no experience. She has never even seen a mountain horse!"

If it was not necessary, Zhang Xuezhou would definitely not have taken out these two Lingbao demon horses near Chang'an City. Rong Tianding thought to himself, only to feel that he had dug around with Yiyu and dug up a lot of trouble.

He muttered something, and then he was already riding his horse down the path trodden by pedestrians in the mountains like the wind.

"It's the Queen Mother!"

The demon horse was only halfway through the attack, so Zhang Xuezhou quickly turned around and rode towards the mountainous area.

In the distance, endless torches were strung together into two long lines with no end in sight, illuminating the dark night brightly.

The sounds of cavalry and carriages shook the earth like muffled thunder.

The red flag with white letters made a strong crackling sound in the wind, and the white letter "Dou" on the flag was extremely obvious.

Mrs. Dou would not be so high-profile in Chang'an City. Only the Empress Dowager had such a guard of honor.