Regarding Wang Biquan's strange behavior, the three strong men above saw the clues. Yang Jie, who had no sense of presence from beginning to end, said:

"Kill him while he is fighting for his body with the other party."

"No, he has some connection with me in this life."

The first Emperor Yang spoke to stop him. He could not tell that the other party was his grandfather, but the subconscious thoughts could not be erased.

Yang Jie turned to look at Li Fang Taibai and said, "He is a Three Immortal monk, you decide."

The woman hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said:

"We don't know how long his spell will last, let alone whether this young man can take back the initiative. Now is the best time."

Yang Jie, who had long been dissatisfied with Wang Pingquan, immediately rushed downwards. At this moment, the young man was fighting with "roots" in the world of consciousness and had no idea of ​​the external situation.

The next moment, with everyone watching, Yang Jie ripped off Wang Biquan's head.

The white spiritual world turned black in an instant. Wang Biquan looked around and saw that there were still shadows of roots. At this time, a cold voice sounded in his ears:

"Boy, it seems your body is useless."

Wang Pingquan's heart was beating wildly, knowing that he was in danger, so he simply closed his eyes and fell down.

…

A headless body fell from the air and hit the ground heavily. Blood sprayed out for several feet. Seeing this, two women from a distance quickly flew forward. One of them had tears streaming down her face before she got close.

Yang Dingchun, who was still standing on the same spot, subconsciously moved his steps. After seeing the other two people rushing out, he still stopped his impulse. Although his eyes were always cold, his faintly aggravated snoring revealed his heart.

Liu Meijiao was the first to come to the corpse and cried bitterly while she lay on the body. Yan Hong became calmer and put her hand on Wang Biquan's pulse.

Logically speaking, if Emperor Yang took action himself, there would be no chance of his surviving. However, when the other party took action, he still glanced at his daughter subconsciously.

Just as Wang Yijing said, if he really killed this guy, he would probably break his daughter's heart. In the end, Yang Jie only destroyed his body but left his soul untouched.

After a moment, Jiao Hong took back her right hand and said softly: "Don't worry, he's not dead."

Liu Meijiao raised her head, slightly surprised. Just when she was wondering if she had heard wrong, Wang Pingquan's exposed skin glowed with a faint purple-gold light.

After a while, a large amount of granulation, bones, tendons, flesh and skin began to sprout from the broken neck... Under the surprised eyes of the two people, he gave birth to a new head bit by bit.

After the head was completely formed, the man opened his eyes, looked at the two women in front of him, then looked at the head that was discarded by Yang Huang in the distance, and said thoughtfully:

"Whether human beings have consciousness first or body first...this is a question."

As he spoke, he tilted his head, and there was a clicking sound coming from his neck, and he continued:

"Could the real me be dead? At this moment, I am just a copy with complete memory. Or maybe, everything is just a fantasy before I die..."

When the two women saw him chattering away, their eyes could not help but reveal worry. Yan Hong stepped forward and touched his forehead and said:

"Are you OK?"

"It's okay, it's just an expression of emotion. When a person lives to a certain age, he cannot help but think about philosophy."

If there is a philosopher present, you will definitely give him a slap in the face. You have already cultivated, and you are still talking about philosophy?

Wang Pingquan shook his dizzy head and looked up at the people above. The servant of the Holy Spirit had left his body. It was supposed to be over, but Yang and Huang were still frowning, as if they were on guard for something.

Yang Dingchun, who was at the back of the crowd, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the man was safe and sound. But when he saw him behaving intimately with the other two women, he couldn't help but feel an unknown fire.

At this moment, a voice exploded in her head:

"It is said that beauty is a disaster for women, but I didn't expect that the same is true for handsome men."

The woman was startled, and there was a vague feeling that something was wrong. The next second, her eyes suddenly changed, and she rushed up to the sky with a smile on her lips.

…

"If you are a descendant of the Yang family, if you have the ability, you can also twist off your daughter's head."

Yang Dingchun stood in front of the three people with a sarcastic look on his face, looking arrogant. When Yang Jie saw this scene, his eyes were about to burst.

The woman closed her eyes, took a deep breath and said:

"In the entire imperial court, there are at least three people for me to come to. Even if you are willing to kill your relatives out of justice, I can still start over."

After saying that, he opened his eyes, quickly performed several magic spells with both hands, and continued to speak incantations:

"The six directions are sealed, the fierce god descends, and the paradise comes to the world."

In an instant, a purple electric cage appeared in the space where the few people were, blocking their retreat. At the same time, two more space cracks appeared behind Yang Dingchun, and two figures, one large and one small, walked out.

The magical power has not stopped yet, and a peach forest is transformed around them, and a corrosive force is emitted from the forest, assimilating them all the time.

The emperor Yangfu spoke in a deep voice:

"Stick to your heart and don't let him take advantage of you, otherwise you will become part of this peach forest."

Yang Jie, who was still immersed in the pain of losing his daughter, quickly gathered his thoughts. In just a moment, his right leg showed signs of stiffness. He knew that if he wanted to save his daughter, he had to be ruthless.

At this time, the voice of the first Emperor Yang sounded again, but even his remaining hope was extinguished:

"Don't think about how to save her. The purple thunder around her can block the power of heaven and earth. Unless she is killed, she will be consumed to death."

Lifang Taibai had nothing to do with Yang Dingchun, so he decided to take action. Yang Huang immediately wanted to stop him, but was stopped by his ancestor.

"Yang Jie, don't forget your responsibilities, you are Emperor Yang."

The latter was stunned when he heard this, and looked at his daughter with complicated eyes. If he lost this battle, the entire Yang Cang Realm might be buried with him. He, Yang Jie, really couldn't be such an eternal sinner.

…

Li Fang Taibai and Yang Dingchun were fighting together. One of them was holding a sword and the other was holding a sun and moon wheel. It was hard to tell the difference for a moment.

Two armored ferocious gods at the back, covered in black smoke, rushed towards the other two. The one among them was the huge euphorbia ferocious god named "Lu Feng", and the other was petite, and he looked like a woman.

Even if the body is hidden under the armor, it is still difficult to conceal its graceful figure. A soft whip made of an unknown material is so tough that even if a bullfighting sword is struck on it, there will be no trace.

Lu Feng held a heavy halberd and faced the first Emperor Yang. The powerful and heavy offensive could knock the opponent far away every time. The female fierce goddess had a soft whip as flexible as a snake, and her whole body was red with a sharp tooth attached to the end.

The tooth comes from an ancient venomous snake, and its venom is incurable today.

Yang Jie kept dodging the long whip, and the bullfighting sword in his hand was entangled by the opponent from time to time. Recently, the sharp teeth grazed his eyes and flew past him. After a few moves, his breath became thicker and his eyes had an unprecedented look.

Vague.

Among the people, he was the one who suffered the most. While dealing with the fierce female goddess, he also had to keep his ancestor's spirit body alive. He couldn't let go of his daughter in his heart. At this moment, his appearance was obviously a bit older than before. If he thought about it again, he might really become...

The first Shengxu monk to die of old age in history.

While fighting and retreating, a voice sounded in Yang Jie's head:

"Your Majesty, maybe I can drive that guy out of the princess's body."

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Chapter completed!