Yang Guang didn't find out that Yuan Shoucheng had left Chang'an City. Even if he knew, he probably wouldn't take it to heart. Since a traitor has been exposed, there is no need to exist. In the future, as long as there is any demon clan in the Sui Dynasty,
If the spy dies, the blame will fall on Yuan Shoucheng.
"Instruct the city gods in each city to immediately monitor the water tribe in Nanzhan Buzhou and see the changes in the Dragon Palace. I am afraid that someone will fish in troubled waters and take the opportunity to kill the dragon tribe and refine the black and yellow energy." Yang Guang suddenly glanced into the distance.
, there was a little more worry between his eyebrows, and he saw that his figure had disappeared into the space.
"There is someone fighting outside the city. It seems that the power of the stars has been mobilized. It should be Prince Xuan." Di Renjie also noticed fluctuations coming from the northwest of Chang'an City, and the power of the stars poured down.
"Who actually fought with Prince Xuan near Chang'an City?" Lu Miaozi was stunned. He still had a very good impression of Yang Xuan. When Yang Guang was not in the court, Yang Xuan supervised the country.
"Let's go and take a look together." Di Renjie was also very curious.
On the edge of the Jing River, a handsome young man was fighting with a Taoist priest in Tsing Yi with a sharp sword in his hand. The stars on the sword were bright, pouring down from the nine heavens, turning into ten thousand sword energy, piercing the void, towards Qing Yi.
The Taoists swept away.
He originally came to play by the Jing River, but he found that the Taoist in Qingyi in front of him was sneaky, so he was about to go up and ask questions. Unexpectedly, the other party started fighting with him after a disagreement. Yang Xuan immediately drew his sword to fight back.
"Damn natives, how can they control the power of the stars? What is the origin of this guy? It's not that the strength of the cultivation world in Nanzhan Buzhou is very weak. How can such a young man, with a bone age of less than a hundred, be able to enter the immortal way, and what's more, he has
There are many magic weapons." The Taoist priest in Qingyi looked at Yang Xuan, his eyes suddenly flashed fiercely.
"Aboriginal, you can go and die." Taoist Qingyi glanced at Jinghe on the side, and spit out a purple divine light from his mouth. The purple light was like a sharp sword, instantly piercing the void, and disappeared in a flash. When Yang Xuan reacted,
By that time, the purple light had reached the center of my eyebrows.
"My life is at stake!" Yang Xuan's face turned to death.
"Hey! I'm not good at what I do, but I'm quite capable of causing trouble." A familiar voice came to his ears, but he saw Yang Guang standing in front of him. Tens of thousands of golden lamps appeared above his head, and thousands of necklaces hung down, blocking the way.
That purple light was visible to the naked eye, and the light on the golden lamp flickered. The purple light actually penetrated most of the golden lamp, and finally disappeared without a trace.
"Father." Yang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief.
"This move of yours is very powerful. Although it is not a spiritual treasure, it has the power of a spiritual treasure. To be able to have such magical powers, your background is not simple. You are definitely a disciple of a great sect. In Nanzhan Buzhou, the magical powers used by those great sects, I
We all know this, but we have never seen this move before. You are not from Nanzhan Buzhou." Yang Guang looked at the other party.
"How do these little natives know my Taichu magical power?" Taoist Qingyi sneered: "You are the leader of the secular dynasty of Nanzhan Buzhou. I am Meng Zhaojian, a true disciple of Taichu Holy Land. I was ordered to go down the mountain to accumulate external power. I came here and saw this.
There is a lot of resentment in the river, and I am afraid that there are evil people raging. You have come just in time. You can follow me down to the river and kill the evil people. When I go back, I will report it to the leader. Maybe my leader will accept you as my master if he is happy.
How about being affiliated with Taichu?"
Meng Zhaojian was arrogant and looked at Yang Guang and his son with disdain.
Yang Xuan looked at the opponent with disbelief. Yang Guang was a Taiyi Golden Immortal with advanced cultivation, and he had easily blocked the opponent's attack just now. Could it be that the opponent didn't see all this? Now he is still thinking of conquering the unknown Taichu Holy Land.
Daxia? Don’t you know that your teacher is the Great Master of Xuandu? Even if you seek refuge, you will only choose the Human Cult. How could you choose the Holy Land of Taichu?
"The Holy Land of Taichu? Jiang Zixu's territory, I am very curious. If you are not staying in Dongsheng Shenzhou, what are you doing in Nanzhanbuzhou?" Yang Guang looked at the other party, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.
"Do you know the Holy Son?" After hearing this, Meng Zhaojian was stunned, and quickly shook his head and said: "The name of the Holy Son is powerful in the three realms. It is normal for a native like you to know the name of the Holy Son."
Yang Guang shook his head and said: "I once went to Dongsheng Shenzhou under a pseudonym, and I also had contact with Jiang Zixu. Although he was more scheming, he was still a gentleman. But now it seems from you that your saint son
It’s not as simple as it seems.”
"Have you been to Dongsheng Divine Continent and met our Holy Son? Are you a native? Then tell me, what was your name in Dongsheng Divine Continent? How could the Holy Son know someone like you?" Meng Zhaojian listened.
He burst out laughing. He didn't believe what Yang Guang said at all. Jiang Zixu is one of the geniuses of Dongsheng Shenzhou. Although he cannot be compared with the disciples of saints like Yuxu Palace and Bajing Palace, he is not Yang Guang either.
Such natives can be seen.
"I am in Dongsheng Shenzhou under the pseudonym of Taoist Motian. I wonder if any Taoist friends have heard of me?" Yang Guang looked at the other party with a smile.
"Motian? What a good name, Taoist Motian, are you Taoist Motian?" Meng Zhaojian's expression changed drastically after hearing this, and he exclaimed in surprise, how could he not know Taoist Motian? The appearance in front of him still looked like Taoist Motian, but he didn't have it.
I thought that I actually met a real Taoist priest in this place where no one has shit.
Lu Miaozi and Di Renjie, who came after hearing the news, were curious. It turned out that the emperor from home was so powerful and had gained such a great reputation in Dongsheng China. Even the disciples of this great sect had heard of it.
"Taoist Motian." Meng Zhaojian only remembered his mission at this time. Now that he saw Yang Guang, without thinking, he turned around and turned into a stream of light and prepared to escape. However, he suddenly realized that he could not escape at all and could not even move.
Move it.
"Stupid, since I have revealed my identity, how can I let you escape?" Yang Guang looked at the other party with a smile and said: "I now believe that you are related to the Dragon Slayer. You should come to Jinghe.
Come to slay the dragon! It was just discovered by my son, so you wanted to kill people and silence them, but you really didn’t expect that this matter was related to the Holy Land of Taichu."
After Meng Zhaojian heard this, a look of despair suddenly appeared on his face. He did not expect that he had not been discovered in Dongsheng Shenzhou for so long. Instead, he came to the countryside of Nanzhan Buzhou and was discovered by others. And he discovered that his
He is still a true Taoist man.
No wonder in Dongsheng Divine Continent, all the powerful forces of the Three Realms are looking for Taoist Motian, but no traces can be found. It’s not that everyone is incompetent, the other party has long since left Dongsheng Divine Continent and came to Nanzhan Buzhou. Here,
