Chapter 1149: Opportunity (subscription)

Years are like a shuttle. √
Yang Junshan has been returning from Yanzhou for more than two years.
The "Devil's Blood" war is carried out in a "fighting fire", and I don't know when the factions will be able to die. However, the Ziyuan Taoist people seem to be addicted there, and the Xishan Yang's monk has rotated two in Yucheng. Hey.
In the past two years, Yang’s family seems to have no major events, retreats and retreats. The only new thing that people can hang on their lips is that they are pregnant with the wife of Junshan Dazu.
This is already the third sect of Junshan Dao, and the Yang ancestors have been passed down to the fifth generation for more than 100 years.
On this day, the dawn of the sky broke the calm of Xishan Yang’s for a long time.
Xishan Yingbin Cliff, Yang Junshan looked strangely at some people, smiled and said: "Sang predecessors, rare customers, but look at the old thirteen? The old thirteen is now retreating, the seniors are waiting, the younger generation and go Summon the thirteen brothers and sisters to bring you to see you."
However, the sullen face of Sang Wuji is that Yang Junshan soon realized that he might not come to visit relatives and friends.
Sure enough, Sang Wuji waved his hand, his face looked a bit ugly, saying: "Don't call them, this time the old man just came to you."
"Find me?"
Yang Junshan was first stunned, and his face became serious. After he introduced Sang Wuji to the gazebo and served the spirit tea, he said: "I don't know what the predecessors told me?"
Sang Wuji closed his eyes while tea-teaching. After a while, he sighed a little, saying: "Blue sunflower is dead!"
"died?"
Yang Junshan was a glimpse, followed by a change of look, whispered: "What did the predecessors kill?"
The grievances between Sang Wuji and Lan Kui have been entangled for hundreds of years. Yang Junshan naturally knows some of the reasons. Therefore, at the moment of hearing the news, the first reaction is that Sang Wuji shot.
The Blue Kwai Dao is the head of Ling Yizong. He is the sect of the top sect of the cultivating world. His fall is not a trivial matter. If it is not good, it will be an extraordinary storm. With his relationship with Sang Wuji, In addition, Yang Junshan and Sang Yuer's family, Yang Junshan is even pondering how to deal with the massive retaliation of the next Ling Yizong.
Unexpectedly, when Yang Junshan’s body had already murdered his mind with his heart, Sang Wuji’s words turned his face into a mistake:
I didn’t kill it. When he crossed the thunder, he didn’t pass. It’s dying.

After a pause, Sang Wuji added another sentence: "The fly is gone!"
Yang Junshan had been stunned for a long time. First of all, he was a little crying and laughing. He finally convinced his emotions. This is doubtful: "The head of the Tang dynasty is full of ancestors, and there are ancestral ancestors under the control of the monks, and the support of the monks under the door. At the end of the year, there are hundreds of years of cultivation and accumulation. How can it be that even a thunder has not passed?"
Sang Wuji took a look at him and said: "Boy, do you think that crossing the thunder is as simple as eating and drinking? Which one is not going to be a dead life under the thunder?"
Yang Junshan smiled, but there was still doubt in his heart.
Sure enough, Sang Wuji sighed a little, saying: "It’s not difficult to say that it’s going to be a thunderbolt. It’s strange to blame him for being too greedy. I always want to press me and want to build it through thunder. Ranked 24th, the sacred magical powers, but unexpectedly failed to succeed, under the thunder robbery into gray."
Yang Junshan was shocked and said: "He wants to go the way of the golden body?"
Although Yang Junshan was shocked by the Blue Kwai Dao people, but from the perspective of Sang Wuji, it is obvious that he brought too much pressure to the Blue Kwai Dao people, which made him take risks and, in this way, the death of the Blue Kwai Dao There is no such thing as a sinless calculation.
Just to make Yang Junshan even more shocked is that Sang Wuji gave the blue Kwai Dao to the head of the imperial spirit, the winner of the Zongmen fight, what kind of pressure, let him have In the case of Zongmen as a reliance, it is also adventurous to condense the sacred magical powers in the thunder.
Is it true that Sang Wuji’s own way is also the path of Jin Sinxian?
This is indeed a very possible thing. It is necessary to know that the inheritance of Sang Wuji himself is not related to Ling Yizong. He mainly inherits the inheritance of the Tianxian Taoist people. Therefore, he continues to embark on the path of Jinshenxian. Not impossible.
Seeing the sorrowful look of Yang Junshan, Sang Wuji’s old man became fine, and he didn’t understand what he thought, so he simply said:
The old man is not going to walk through the golden body.

"Oh." Yang Junshan whispered.
However, the voice followed by Sang Wuji rang again: "But the old man condensed two sacred magical powers and a life-threatening magical power in the breath of the thunder, and if the old man can condense the fruit in the future Xianxian, at least have the confidence to achieve two sacred sects."
Yang Junshan heard very clearly, and Sang Wuji said that he was "at least", and immediately exclaimed, followed by the following: "Bao Shuo Shen Tong? Predecessors in the process of thunder robbery actually condensed the life of the magical magic?"
Sang Wuji glanced at him and said: "Is it worth it?"
After saying that Yang Junshan nodded, he explained: "The top 30 supernaturals on the list of the magical magical powers are close to the magical powers in power. This is because some of them were originally directed at the beginning. The magical gods went through, but for a variety of reasons, they did not reach the Taoist ranks. However, some of them have the qualifications to achieve the magical magical powers after the fusion with the Taoist magical powers!"
Sang Wuji said that the sound was paused here, and Yang Junshan, who was full of horror, was given a big surprise: "For example, the 17th place in the treasures of Shenbao is the Tianxian finger. The 61st-ranked yin and yang index on the list, and the 100th-one 乾 指 指 融合 融合 融合 融合 融合 融合 融合 融合 融合 融合 融合 融合 融合 融合 融合 融合 融合 融合 融合 融合 融合 融合 融合 融合 融合 融合 融合 融合 融合
Yang Junshan heard the heart and swayed, and finally took the photo, this is the way: "Blue Kwai Dao people die, the predecessors can be regarded as a big hatred, should be a happy person to get what they want, how can the seniors see now Going up is a bit frowning?"
"Hey, think about me and the blue sunflower... Hey, forget it, don't say it."
Sang Wuji put his hand on the road and said: "The old man took a break from his life and avoided many years abroad. He had a good practice. Returning to the inside 6 was to report hatred, a heart, and now the enemy is dead. The old man is a time. Lost the direction, hehe"
Yang Junshan heard the words suddenly, and said: "Previous generations, blue sunflowers are dead or awkward, but to say that the predecessors have reached the point of today, relying on the desire of a slap in the face, the younger generation is not convinced.

Yang Junshan’s voice just fell, and Sang Wuji’s sudden
haha
laughed and said:
You are a shrewd boy, you know that you are not, or the old man will tell you. After the death of the blue sunflower, there was a ancestral predecessor who came forward and asked the old man to return to the sect.
"Zongmen predecessors?"
Yang Junshan was shocked. Sang Wuji himself was a monk of Lei Lei. If Ling Yizong had his predecessors, he could be hesitant to say a word. It must not be a rogue, even if it was the same. Robbery and Huang Ting may not be in his eyes.
Yang Junshan’s eyes turned and said:
When the predecessors were blinded, can there be a ancestral ‘predecessor’ for your predecessors?

Sang Wuji pointed to Yang Junshan and laughed again. He said: "The old man thinks the same way, but this predecessor is no more than other people. According to the seniority, he is the master of the old master. When he was born, he was born. The elderly are far away from the outside world, but they are powerless and powerless. Moreover, the old man was only a real person, and he was admitted to the old man’s eyes."
Yang Junshan secretly: Yes, it is possible to have a fairy ancestor in the burning gate, and even the spiritual ancestral sect of the top sect is even weaker, and where can it be weak? Who can be sure that Ling Yizong does not exist like this?
However, he said in his mouth: "When the generations were not eye-catching, they are now eye-catching, hehe!"
There is no provocation in the tone.
Sang Wuji took a shot of his thigh and said: "The old man is also thinking like this. Why, when the old man is rare?"
It can be random and it is a sigh. "Unfortunately, I have to bow my head under the eaves. The predecessor was with me. I said that it was just an unintentional move. He did not care, but there is grace. Well, let alone, hey, the immortal can make the old man dare not?"
Yang Junshan suddenly understood, but he still had doubts in his heart, so he asked: "So what did the seniors come here?"
Sang Wuji said: "The old man understands that the reason why Ling Yizong wants to welcome the old man to return, and is willing to turn over the case for the year, except that the blue sunflower is dead and useless, and the old man is a thunder robbery, and the old man may be plotting. The inheritance of the heavenly Taoist people."
"Hey, the old man can return in order to repay his honour, but the inheritance left by the patriarch of Tianxian is not related to Ling Yizong. Therefore, the old man is here to leave this inheritance. If you have a shackle in the future, you will find the old man." A suitable successor."
Something Yang Junshan couldn't believe, said: "How does this make it happen? And the thirteen younger siblings are here..."
Sang Wuji waved his hand and said: "My daughter, I understand that the inheritance of Tianxian Taozu can't be inherited. Otherwise, how can the old husband cheapen his daughter to your silly brother?"
Yang Junshan hesitated: "There are also three children from the younger brothers, Yang Lan, An Zhen, Sang Liuli."
Yang Junxuan, the three surnames of the three children, inheriting the ancestral veins of Yang, Anshi and Sang, respectively, is also unique.
Sang Wuji's face is even worse: "He is not a child, he is with him, the other two little guys have not grown up, the old man can not have so much time and patience, the old man is acting, but by heart, you have to say more Is this something you help with?"
Yang Junshan was a little bit screaming and screaming. He was about to talk. There was a sudden temperament on the top of Xishan Mountain, and then the rich aura of Xishan was swept away most of the time, but some people just hit the bottleneck at this time and repaired it as a breakthrough.
"Hey, this wooden line is still very strong, and the cultivation is still the practice of the spirit of the sect, ah? Lively, good and pure vitality, haha, a good opportunity, the old man inheritance will fall on this person!

Sang Wuji suddenly stood up and didn't even wait for Yang Junshan around him. He walked toward the place where the air machine was just.
Among the pavilions, Yang Junshan was so stunned that he had been laughing for a long time. He said: "This is indeed a coincidence. The ten sisters have a good chance."
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