Chapter three hundred and seventieth dry, don't hesitate
The old man summoned a dragon energy from the dragon vein under his ancestral grave to condense a dragon shadow, which instantly dispersed the four sacred beasts of Taixuan transformed by the spell.
The dragons in the dragon vein are real dragons. The green dragon, white tiger, red bird and Xuanwu carved by Xiang Que using talismans are just their shapes without a trace of the aura of the holy beasts. How can they resist the dragon that the old man summoned from the dragon vein?
gas.
Wang Xuanzhen is right. In Yangjiacun, in the Xing'anling Mountains, in the ancestral graveyard of the Yang family, the opponent is playing at home. If you just change a player of the same level to fight with them, the old man will have a three-point advantage.
It's a cheating device.
With the dragon vein in hand, he is invincible.
Regarding dragon veins, according to statistics, there should be at least twenty-four dynasties in Chinese history. If each dynasty has one dragon vein, then China has at least twenty-four dragon veins.
The dragon veins of the Yellow Emperor and Shang Tang were in the Yellow River Basin of the Central Plains, the dragon veins of the Zhou Dynasty were located in Qishan, the dragon veins of the Qin Dynasty were in the Xianyang Qinling Mountains, the dragon veins of the Tang Dynasty were in Chang'an, the dragon veins of the Yuan Dynasty were in the grasslands of Inner Mongolia, and the dragon veins of the Qing Dynasty were in the northeast, that is, Xing'an
Ridge Mountains.
As for where the dragon veins in the Chinese capital are now, it is said that few people know about it. Only the leaders of the center know about it. Other than that, no one knows where the dragon veins are. It seems that at the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China, there were several hidden earth masters who worked together.
The dragon veins constructed by hand.
It is said that the origin of China's dragon veins is in the Kunlun Mountains, and then extends outward from the Kunlun Mountains.
To the northwest extends the Tianshan Mountains, the Yinshan Mountains to the Greater and Lesser Khingan Mountains, Changbai Mountains, to the southwest the Tanggula Mountains, and the Himalayas, and then extends in all directions.
When the dynasties were in ruins, the dragon veins were basically destroyed. When the dynasties rose, it was also because the dragon veins were guarded. Basically, a small half of the national destiny of a country's rise and fall was pinned on the dragon veins, so the dragon veins
It's so strong that it can't be defeated at all.
The dragon energy elicited by this old man is only a small branch of the Xing'an Mountain Dragon Vein, and its power is already frightening.
The dragon energy did not dissipate immediately after the blow, but turned into a dragon-shaped circle above the old man's head. It looked extremely solemn and solemn. The old man looked a bit unbearable.
It can't help but make people feel like worshiping.
"What the hell, if this continues, we won't let this old guy eat to death, Lao Xiang..." Wang Xuanzhen gritted his teeth and said, "Give me two minutes, don't let him harass me.
Is that okay?”
"What for?" Xiang Que said without looking back.
"I'll give it a try and fuck him." Wang Xuanzhen took a few steps back and put some distance away from the old man.
Xiang Que took a deep breath and looked at the old man.
"Give me what I want, and I'll beat you back to your original form and let you live," the old man said calmly.
"Return to our original form?" Xiang Que smiled and said, "Do you want to destroy our cultivation?"
"It's good that I didn't kill you." The old man waved his hand slightly, and the dragon head hovering above his head suddenly reached forward and slowly approached Xiang Que and Wang Kunlun.
At this time, Xiang Que suddenly felt a heart-stopping aura burst out from Wang Xuanzhen behind him.
"To hand it over, or not to hand it over?"
"I'll give your father a basket." Xiang Que clasped his hands in front of his chest, and put his index fingers together: "The vast Vajra Mountains are covered with mountains, the infinite light hole of the spiritual treasure shines on the flaming pool, and the sinful souls of the Nine Netherworlds follow...
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Xiang Que retracted his index finger and extended his middle finger: "The demon king ties up his head and guards me. The evil filth dissipates and the energy of the Tao will always remain..."
"The Supreme Being has ordered to search for evil spirits, and the guardian god king will chant sutras for protection..." Xiang Que drooped his hands, with his little finger pointing downward, his ring finger and thumb bent: "Taoist disciple Xiang Que is like a divine help."
The old man squinted his eyes, stretched out his right hand and pressed down, and the dragon head in front slowly fell from the sky.
"Poof!" Xiang Que suddenly protruded a mouthful of blood.
"Kill" punched Xiang Que, and a huge human head condensed on his fist, which looked like a god's palace.
Dao Sect, Summon the Vajra God Spell!
The human head was not afraid of the already lowered dragon head, and it slammed away from Xiang Que's fist with a ferocious face.
"Boom, boom, boom" a muffled sound came from the woods, like a thunderbolt from the blue.
Qi'an, who was walking in the forest, blinked and said in confusion: "Such a big movement, what kind of level is this? Especially just now... I also felt the energy of the dragon's veins, this *** uncle asked me to
Who are you looking for?"
Mr. Yang, who came out of the Yang family mansion, frowned and was stunned. Yang Feier said in surprise: "Second Master, who are you fighting with? You can actually force him to take over the ancestral grave..."
"Shut up," the old man turned around and scolded.
Yang Feier pursed her lips and did not dare to say anything anymore.
Su He and Zhao Lijun looked at each other and asked softly: "Your second grandpa seems to be very powerful."
Yang Feier shook her head, and then said: "My second great-grandfather's name is Yang Zhenghe. If you haven't heard of it, forget it and don't ask anymore."
Zhao Lijun shook his head blankly, and Li Qiuzi remained silent. Only Su Ho's mind was turning over a page and he began to recall the Feng Shui masters he had paid attention to.
Yang Feier smiled speechlessly, and Su Ho suddenly said: "Yang Zhenghe, the one who was hired as the Earth Master of the Republic of China eighty years ago?"
Mr. Yang, who was walking in front, turned around and said, "Not many people have heard of the name Yang Zhenghe. How do you know that?"
"When Yuan Shikai proclaimed himself the president, he invited Mr. Yang Zhenghe. It is said that Mr. Yang was unwilling to serve as Yuan Shikai's local adviser at that time because he had seen that Yuan Datou would step down after he could not proclaim himself emperor for long, so Yuan Shikai invited him several times.
He didn't even agree, but he didn't know why Mr. Yang came out in the end," Su Ho recalled.
"Few people know these secrets. How do you know it? I believe that not many people have heard of the name Yang Zhenghe. My second uncle has always been a relatively low-key person. He has stopped going out since he was sixty years old. He lives here all year round.
On the mountain, even my family members rarely see his face."
Su Ho glanced at Zhao Lijun and said, "You don't remember either?"
"How could I remember? I have never heard of Mr. Yang's name," Zhao Lijun said in confusion.
"Hey" Su Ho looked forward and said softly: "In the past few years, you have forgotten that you are the most talented disciple of Maoshan who is familiar with Taoism."
"I have never lost Maoshan's face in these years," Zhao Lijun said with a frown.
"Kang" At this moment, a dragon roar suddenly came out, and suddenly everyone in the forest felt an aura of vicissitudes of life spreading around them.