Dragon King Hall

Chapter 1351
Yang Shoumu turned his head, and he saw with his own eyes that a layer of ice crystals had completely covered the surface of Yang Xingxia's body. Frost had already formed on Yang Xingxia's eyebrows and hair, and his face was pale without any blood, as if he had been frozen for a long time.

Yang Xingxia's pupils gradually lost color.

"No! No!" Yang Shoumu roared loudly, and those sword glows flickered behind Yang Shoumu.

"Brother, this old guy is going crazy!" Quan Dingding looked at the state of Yang Shou's tomb, and it was very strange.

"Henry Zhang, run." The voice of the evil god sounded again, "The energy in his body is on the verge of erupting at any time, it is very terrifying, you can't resist it, run!"

The white phantom behind Henry Zhang gradually faded away. The sword just now can be said to be Henry Zhang’s strongest move now, and with the help of the power of the heroic fragments of those dead inheritors, if he fights with Yang Shou’s tomb now, Henry Zhang is definitely not The opponent, not to mention Yang Shou's tomb who was about to explode in real anger.

Henry Zhang is not a fool. With Yang Shoutomb in this state, he naturally doesn't want to be tough.

"Don't follow me, you go back to the ancestral land by yourself, the target of Yang Shou's tomb will only be me, when you arrive at the ancestral land, help me find out the whereabouts of my wife, her name is Sylvia Lin." Henry Zhang left such a sentence for Quan Dingding Then, he turned around and rushed towards the mist.

Yang Shoumu waved his one arm, and a beam of energy wrapped around Yang Xingxia's already stiff body. He carried it behind Yang Shoumu's back, and he casually pulled out the sword from Yang Xingxia's waist, which was a sword inherited from Xixia.

The whole body of Yang Shou's tomb was filled with sharp sword energy.

"Henry Zhang, I swear, I will use your blood to pay homage to the master!"

Yang Shou's tomb took a step forward and rushed into the dark mist. The violent spiritual energy raged everywhere. At this moment, Yang Shou's tomb was already in a state of madness.

When Henry Zhang plunged into the fog, he didn’t choose the correct way to break the formation, and now he has no time to break the formation for him, and Yang Shou’s tomb is behind him.

"Henry Zhang, this person is very strong. In your current state, it is almost impossible to kill him. Go to the ancestral land of Loulan and swallow the energy of the heroic spirit there, and you will be able to step into the spirit control. When the time comes , no longer fear that person.” The evil god kept sending such messages to Henry Zhang.

“Shut up.” Henry Zhang snorted coldly.

Obviously, the evil god was very afraid of Henry Zhang's threat, so he stopped saying such things immediately, but changed his method, "Otherwise, I can temporarily lend you my power so that you can kill him easily, how? If you use me In this world, you can go wherever you want, and in this world, you can kill anyone you want."

Henry Zhang didn’t have time to deal with the evil god, because Yang Shou’s tomb had already been killed.

The sword energy all over the sky came straight to Henry Zhang, full of killing intent, and Yang Shou's tomb was determined to kill.

Henry Zhang kept his head silent and wanted to run.

Beside the dock, Quan Ding Ding sat there cross-legged, chanting Buddhist scriptures, saying that he was going to do some kind of salvation.

Xu Huan, who was seriously injured, was tied up by those inheritors. They only had hatred for Xu Huan, including Xu Chan, who had been held there by everyone and beaten so hard that he couldn't move.

"Amitabha, all benefactors, let's board the boat with the little monk." Quan Dingding stood up.

At this moment, no one dares to be disrespectful to Quan Dingding, let alone how tyrannical Henry Zhang is with Quan Dingding, the appearance of Quan Dingding alone has made them feel grateful. Everyone has become Xu Huan's ration.

Everyone boarded the boat, and under the leadership of Quan Dingding, they crossed the lake.

"Master, Brother Zhang, is there anything wrong with him?" Wei Lan looked at the thick fog with a worried expression.

"Amitabha, if the female benefactor has any concerns, the monk can take the female benefactor to bathe and change clothes, and pray sincerely." Quan Dingding looked righteous.

"I don't think sincerity should be shown in practice. I will start praying for Brother Zhang now." Wei Lan sat cross-legged on the boat, put her hands on her chest, and prayed for Henry Zhang.

The dense fog in Loulan has lasted for more than ten hours. People with poor strength have already died in some death formations, and those with strength have also found a solution within these ten hours. The methods of the mist are all headed towards the ancestral land of the Quan family, the island in the middle of the lake.

The way the lake water flows is very unique. It is not a short-term thing to want to go to the island. It was not until the sky became bright and the thick fog began to disperse that the inheritors who were with Quan Ding Ding saw the one in the center of the lake. The boat under their feet did not go straight to the island in the middle of the lake, but drifted sideways to the island in the middle of the lake, drifting in another direction, and it would take a certain amount of time to land on the island.

More than 2000 members of the whole family gathered on the island in the middle of the lake. In front of an ancestral hall, the clan elders finished offering incense.

"If everything is ready, let's start." The clan elder turned around, leaning on a cane, "This is the general trend, and our Quan clan can't just hide and endure blindly. The inheritance is broken one after another, and our Quan clan has to do it." There has been a change, is there any news about Ding Ding?"

"He's already on the lake," a Jeon member replied.

"Get ready. Once Ding Ding appears, let him inherit Loulan's will and accept the inheritance! Let the formation be dispersed, and let Ding Ding land on the island quickly."

"clear."

A gust of wind swept across, the dense fog on the island suddenly dissipated, and the irregular water flow on the lake also became calm.

"The fog cleared!"

"It's gone! Great!"

"You can land on the island!"

"Go to the island!"

Similar voices sounded from all directions in the ancestral land.

Outside the ancestral land, in a piece of yellow sand.

The ancient attendant wearing a black robe, and Lan Yunxiao looked at the direction of the ancestor.

"The formation in the ancestral land is scattered, shall we go in?" Gu Shi asked.

Lan Yunxiao shook his head slightly, "Don't worry, we'll talk about it after it's fully opened. Is there any news about Lord Evil God?"

"Not yet." Gu Shi replied.

Lan Yunxiao frowned and said nothing.

It was eleven o'clock in the noon, and the first group of people had already boarded the island in the middle of the lake. They were not Quan Ding Ding, nor the Shenyin Society and the Ancestor Alliance, nor the major clans, but the nine groups led by Zhao Ji. Next to Zhao Ji, there is another inheritor. This inheritor is obviously different from Xu Huan's group. He is with the Ninth Bureau, and it seems that he is very familiar with Zhao Ji.

"I'm starving to death, I'm starving to death, is there anything to eat, Mrs. Quan should be very hospitable." Zhao Ji started screaming as soon as he landed on the island.

"Welcome all the adults of Bureau Nine to come to Quan's. The food has already been prepared, please." A person from Quan's came out to greet him.

On the edge of the island in the middle of the lake, Quan Dingding touched his bald head, and said to himself a little embarrassedly, "I don't know if Xiaohua likes monks or not."

(End of this chapter)