"Someone just left. He must have known we were coming."
Xiang Que said yes and stood outside the ancestral grave with his hands behind his back.
"Pangpang is trapped in here," Xiang Que said, pointing to the empty Yang family ancestral graves with only a dozen lonely graves.
Wang Kunlun frowned and looked at it, then said: "Array? The blinding method blinded our senses of sight and hearing?"
"There must have been a master who made Fatty Wang unable to fight back. Otherwise, with Fatty Wang's ability, he wouldn't have been able to recognize the magic circle in his ancestral grave, let alone rush in stupidly.
It must have been thrown in by someone."
"Can it be broken?" Wang Kunlun asked.
"Yes, but you have to go to the formation to find the formation eye. Do you want to go in with me?"
"You are about to step on the southern sky and shatter the sky. How about I be your thug?"
"Whoa, whoa!" Xiang Que and Wang Kunlun took a step forward without hesitation and stepped into the Yang family's ancestral grave, but they were immediately confused as soon as they entered.
In the ancestral grave, Pang Pang, a shirtless man, was holding a branch with a burned strip of cloth wrapped around it, sweating profusely. Countless corpses in front of him were slowly approaching him, but because of the
All the torches in his hand were blocked one meter away.
"Here he comes? He's very fast. He didn't disappoint you, fat man, and his performance is remarkable." Wang Xuanzhen blinked his triangular eyes and smiled.
Wang Kunlun asked in confusion: "Where is the barbecue? You are so anxious to eat, why are you still shirtless?"
"You eat this stuff? Corpses, they were raised by their mother in the corpses of dead people. The putrid smell is so rotten that even dogs can't eat it. If I wasn't shirtless, I wouldn't even have any bones or dregs left."
Come on, hurry up." Wang Xuanzhen said a little anxiously.
"This formation shouldn't be difficult for you, can't you break it? When did your level drop to such a low level?" Xiang Que asked in surprise.
"I know the formation, and I can break it, but the key point is that the old guy guarding the formation is too troublesome. It's useless for me to do this without him. Why don't you try it?" After entering the Yang family's ancestral tomb these days,
Wang Xuanzhen was not sitting idle. He tried several times to break out of the formation, but the old man blocked him every time. There was nothing he could do.
"What old guy?"
"It should be the gravekeeper of the Yang family's ancestral tomb. It was he who held me down before I could destroy the feng shui of the Yang family's ancestral tomb and forced me to find you." Wang Xuanzhen walked to Xiang Que and said cautiously:
"The old guy is very powerful. I can't even think of resisting in front of him."
First of all, let me tell you that the old people from this kind of family who have lived to this age are definitely old monsters. Maybe they can live for more than a hundred years. I even estimate that even the old man from the Yang Gong family will be able to meet him.
The courtesy of a junior, if you don’t die when you are old, you are a thief, that’s what he is like.”
What Fatty Wang said is not an exaggeration at all. What is heritage?
In addition to historical accumulation, talent is the foundation of the foundation.
Although the second generation of the Yang Gong family, Yang Lao Er, was laid up in bed, and Yang Xiao was not allowed to leave the house, it seemed that this generation had nothing to achieve, but in fact, someone really needs to come to the Yang family to slap him in the face, or the Yang family is about to have a big change.
When the family is destroyed, there will definitely be old guys popping up. Such elderly people have all been in the family.
They hold high positions, but when they get old, they no longer care about worldly affairs. They cultivate themselves until death or focus on cultivation. They even rarely meet their own family members. It is more likely that many people in the family think that they are no longer in the world, but
When the family's survival is at stake, an old man like this may jump out to turn the tide.
Not only the Yang family has this kind of background, but the Celestial Master Sect also has it. The contemporary Celestial Master Zhang Qing is only in his fifties. His elders of the previous generation may only be seventy or eighty years old. The previous generation lived to be over a hundred years old.
It's not impossible.
If Senior Brother continued to have trouble with the Beimang Celestial Master Sect that day and Zhang Qingfang couldn't resist, the Celestial Master of the previous generation might come out.
Why are these great sects able to survive for thousands of years? That’s why, whenever there is a disaster of annihilation, countless old immortals will be born.
"I'm not good at this old guy, and I guess you must be in trouble too. That's why I asked you to come and redeem me on the phone." Wang Xuanzhen pulled Xiang Que's head and said, "It's full of paste, what are you doing?"
You can't understand what I mean. I asked you to redeem people by yourself. Why can't you call a helper?"
"Hey, what are you talking about? I'm not a human being." Wang Kunlun glanced at him unhappily, obviously dissatisfied with being ignored.
"You are a human being, but you are of no use here. There must be big bosses in your sect, Lao Xiang. Why don't you invite two of them?" Wang Xuanzhen asked.
"The bullet has to be in the right place, and the knife has to be inserted into the chest. I just came to Yang Gong Feng Shui to fish for someone, but I have to bring my parents with me? I am an adult, not a child. If there is a fight, the parents have to step in.
, your elders will come forward after you beg, but they will definitely treat you as a child who will never grow up. Everything must be done.
You can solve it yourself." Xiang Que has been out of the mountain for more than half a year. Although his uncle and Lao Dao have helped him, they have all been passive. The only time Xiang Que took the initiative to ask for foreign aid was when he was in Xi'an in order to get Cao Qingdao back as soon as possible.
His body went to the underworld to catch up with him, so he had to summon the gods to summon his senior brother.
Otherwise, with Xiangque's temperament, he would not open his mouth until his own life was at stake.
What's even more damning is that even if Xiang Que opens his mouth, his uncle and Lao Dao may not pay attention to him. On the contrary, the more silent he is, the harder he will resist on his own, and the two of them may even take the initiative to take action.
There are four people in the Gujing Temple, and they all like to make mistakes.
"Forcibly breaking the formation will definitely not work. Since I can't handle the old man holding the formation, I'll adopt a roundabout strategy." Xiang Que smiled slyly.
"What do you mean? We won't be able to get out unless the formation is destroyed or the old man lets go of his own initiative."
"Why can't he let go of his own initiative? Can we force him to let go?" Xiang Que said, tilting his neck.
"Eh? What bad intentions do you have?"
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"You also know where corpses come from. It is extremely difficult to cultivate this kind of thing, especially now that cremation is popular. Where can you find so many corpses to raise corpses? Even if Yang Gong's feng shui is unbearable, he will definitely not go away.
According to the cult's route, these corpses must have been accumulated by them over the years. It was easy to cultivate some in the past few decades, but can they still breed them in large quantities in this era?"
"What do you mean, if we kill all these corpses, the old man will definitely feel distressed?" Wang Xuanzhen was clear about it, and he immediately understood what Xiang Que meant.
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