Chapter 247 Yang Lingyou

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Hearing this sound, Yang Yun's dead face ignited the hope of survival again in an instant. And in the eyes of everyone around him, there was also a look of surprise.

Xiao Heng frowned, and there was a strong murderous atmosphere in his heart. Bing Han's eyes looked at the person like a sharp blade and said coldly, "What's the matter?"

The light of escape dissipated, and a monk who was wrapped in a wide black robe and only showed the dark magic pattern on his forehead suddenly appeared in the escape light.

The breath of this monk who can't see his face is condensed. If you look carefully, you will see that there are more than a dozen faint white lines around him, which is extremely mysterious.

Seeing this, Xiao Heng was slightly stunned. The monk was full of vitality. Obviously, he was not a monk who was about to end his life. But its cultivation is actually at the peak of the Yuanjing, which is only a line away from the sky mirror.

"Senior, the younger generation is Yang Lingyou, the head of the Yangying family. I just learned that the elders in the younger generation had offended the seniors, so I quickly came to have a look and asked them to show mercy." The voice was slightly hoarse, and I couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman. However, the voice is far away, and there is a faint feeling of deterrence. Obviously, he has practiced something similar to Dementor. The monk of the Law. Surprisingly, there is no respect in this person's tone. Although his mouth is called "senior", his tone is as if he is talking to a monk of the same level.

As soon as the dead butterfly saw this person, it immediately gave rise to a strange feeling in its heart, as if it could not see through this person. However, Ling Kudie immediately shook her head. How could it be? How could a monk at the peak of Yuanjing have something that could be hidden under the eyes of the Sky Mirror monk without being seen through?

"Although this person has good talent, his foundation is poor, and his wisdom is even more messy. If you kill it, you will kill it. What's your opinion? At this time, there was a faint flow of colorful colors between Xiao Heng's eyebrows, and an extremely light medicinal fragrance gradually spread.

Yang Lingyou was silent for a moment, and only slowly opened his mouth and said faintly, "The younger generation dare not, but if you must kill Yang Yun, please let me accept his universe ring first. In it, there is the secret of my Yangying family. I hope you can understand."

As soon as this was said, not only Yang Yun's face changed wildly in an instant, but also Yang Chunye and the rest of the thousands of onlookers showed a look of surprise.

A key figure in his family in the middle of the Yuan Dynasty actually said that he would give up. The tone is simple and calm, just like abandoning a worthless turbid jade.

However, Lingkudie and Xiao Heng were stunned at the same time, and they also paid some attention to Yang Lingyou. This person is not simple.

He was surprised, but Xiao Heng still didn't have any nonsense. After all, he is a big family. Anyway, he has a little foundation. He can't make him anxious.

The sharpness in his eyes flashed, and a sharp sword light flashed away. With a howl, a bloody arm also rose to the sky.

At this time, countless people's eyes were all about the dark universe ring on the index finger of the broken arm rising from the sky. In it, there is the secret of the Yangying family. However, at the thought of the powerful power of the mysterious owner of the Yangying family, everyone got rid of the idea of robbery.

As if he didn't see the strange eyes of the magic cultivation around him, there was no strange color on Yang Ling's face. He grabbed the broken arm in the air, and a suction immediately pulled the broken arm over.

After grabbing the broken arm, a big cyan spiritual flame immediately rose from Yang Lingyou's palm. At the moment when the cyan spiritual flame rose out, the broken arm immediately turned into flying ashes. Only a dark universe ring is still floating and rotating in its palm.

After the five fingers put together and took away the universe, Yang Lingyou looked at Yang Chunye and said in a plain tone, "Let's go, there is nothing for us here." In the tone, there was no respect for Xiao Heng and Ling Kudie at all.

Lingkudie's eyes narrowed, and several gray rays flashed in its pupils.

Yang Chunye seemed to be still in a dream, still staring at Yang Lingyou.

A blue light flashed in Yang Lingyou's uncovered pupil and said, "You spoil Yang Yun too much. This is also what he asked for. Let's go, Yangying family, there is no need for the next heir." After saying that, Yang Lingyou was immediately shrouded in a dazzling blue light. With a flash of escape, it shot more than ten miles.

It was not until this time that Yang Chunye suddenly woke up. After turning his head and looking at Yang Yun, he gritted his teeth, sacrificed his escape, and chased him in the direction of Yang Lingyou's disappearance.

And Yang Yun, at this time, was already standing on the spot like a walking corpse.

Withdrawing his eyes, Xiao Heng had a wonderful feeling in his heart about Yang Lingyou. A wonderful feeling that can't be explained. In a faint way, Xiao Heng can also feel that Yang Lingyou's strength is probably not just on the surface.

He looked at the withered butterfly, and Xiao Heng saw the same thing in the eyes of the withered butterfly. After silently nodding his head, Xiao Heng waved casually, and even a wisp of greenness shot out from the sleeve robe neutral.

As soon as the green air came out of the sleeve robe, it immediately turned into countless fine sand. Under the circulation, it quickly submerged the Yangyun that kept screaming and begging for mercy.

As soon as the bloodthirsty sand submerged the clouds, the screams suddenly stopped. After a while, when the Lingsha dispersed, a pale skeleton shelf was revealed. When the wind blows, it instantly turns into powder.

With a flash of his body, Xiao Heng appeared beside the withered butterfly and looked at the blood inflammation that was still breathing in the prohibition. After a moment of meditation, Xiao Heng said, "Let it go. We still need them to provide a place to practice."

Ling Kudie frowned when she heard the words, hesitated for a moment, and then snorted coldly and lifted the prohibition of hematitis.

Xue Changkong breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he wanted to say something thank you, he suddenly raised his hand and pointed to Xueyan.

Xiao Heng smiled bitterly, but did not stop him. The Xuanjing monk annoyed the Tianjing monk. It was a great good thing not to be killed. But the death penalty is unavoidable, and the living crime is inevitable. I saw a faint wisp of black gas, and in an instant, the fingertips of the withered butterfly burst out, and in a flash, it disappeared into the body of hematitis.

The hematitis trembled and then fainted.

"Senior, you are..." Xue Changkong's heart trembled and asked in a low voice.

"In the next 30 years, he must practice every day to refine that wisp of yin qi. Otherwise, the yin qi I left in his body will explode. At that time, even the Daluo immortals can't save him. And you don't want to help him refine. Except for the monks above the Yangjing, the spiritual power of the other monks will be scattered as soon as the spiritual power is poured into it. I believe that this punishment is not too much. Looking at the blood sky coldly, the withered butterfly was extremely impatient.

Xue Changkong was shocked when he heard the words, but he still said respectfully, "It's not too much. If the senior is willing to save his life, it's already a great kindness."

Nodding, Ling Kudie's eyes looked at the elders who rushed to other monk families and said in a flat tone, "Why don't you go? Aren't you afraid of the sudden invasion of the Yecha clan?"

When everyone heard the words, their faces changed, and they turned into Jinghong one by one, cutting through the dark sky.

Seeing this, Xiao Heng couldn't help laughing twice in his heart, but he didn't expect that the withered butterfly would be so frightening.

......

I don't know what kind of material the dark wall is, with silky silver light and a thin layer of white light, which is reflected on this mysterious wall.

This is a closed hall. Above the hall is a bead the size of a person's head, which emits a soft white light. In the center of the hall, there is a large round wooden table, and eight chairs are evenly placed around the wooden table.

Now, a man, a woman and two young monks are sitting on two chairs in the east. Opposite him, there was an old man with a respectful face sitting at this time.

"Two seniors, I don't know what's the matter. Do you have to order me alone?" The respectful monk is the blood sky of the patriarch of the Xueyue family, and it is Xiao Heng and Ling Kudie sitting opposite him. At this time, the blood sky is looking at Xiao Heng and the dead butterfly with a puzzled face, but if you look carefully, you will find that the forehead of the blood sky at this time is constantly oozing a trace of cold sweat. It can be seen that the strong man at the peak of Yuanjing is not calm at this time.

Xiao Heng gently tapped on the desktop and sorted out his thoughts before asking, "First of all, let's talk about what kind of person Yang Lingyou, the head of the Yangying family, is. The more detailed the better."

Hearing Xiao Heng's question, Lingkudie's eyes also immediately flashed a fine light. Obviously, Lingkudie also felt that the Yang Lingyou was a strong man who was deeply hidden.

Xue Changkong frowned when he heard the words and said awkwardly, "Senior, this... This junior really knows very little about it.

"Ty as much as you know." Xiao Heng frowned and said again.

"Yes." After a respectful answer, Xue Changkong immediately began to talk. The Yangying family is a 5,000-year-old family, but it has been hovering between the second-rate monk family and the third-rate monk family. The reason is that there are no powerful monks in his family. It was not until 18 years ago that Yang Yuan, the last patriarch of the Yangying family, suddenly disappeared, and suddenly appeared this mysterious Yang Lingyou to take charge of the family, and the Yangying family began to take off. Not only is this Yang Lingyou's magic power amazing, but even after his appearance, the younger generation in his family practiced much faster. What's more, there are many Yangying family elders stuck in the bottleneck, who have broken through in a few years. Therefore, the Yangying family has become a first-class family in the demon world. As for the rumors about Yang Lingyou, there are countless, but most of them are unfounded speculations.

As soon as his eyes lit up, Xiao Heng quickly asked, "Are there those guesses?"

Xue Changkong took a look at Xiao Heng and continued, "Some people say that Yang Lingyou has always been the real patriarch behind the Yangying family. This time, it's just changed from the dark to the bright side. Others say that Yang Lingyou is not from the demon world at all, but from the ancient wilderness dragon world of the upper three worlds.

"What?" Xiao Heng stared at him and stood up.

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