Yang Shoumeng turned his head. He saw with his own eyes that a layer of ice crystals had completely covered Yang Xingxia's body. Yang Xingxia's eyebrows and hair had frosted, and her face was pale and had no blood, as if she had been frozen for a long time.

Yang Xingxia's pupils gradually lost color.

"No! No!" Yang Shou Tomb roared loudly, and the sword lights appeared and appeared behind Yang Shou Tomb.

"Brother, this old guy is going crazy!" Quan Dingding looked at Yang Shou Tomb's condition, something was very wrong.

"Xiao Yang, run quickly." The evil god's voice sounded again, "The energy in his body is on the verge of explosion at any time, it is very terrifying. You can't resist it, run!"

The white phantom behind Xiao Yang gradually faded away. The sword just now can be said to be Xiao Yang's strongest move now, and with the help of the fragmented power of the dead inheritors, if he fights with Yang Shou Tomb now, Xiao Yang will definitely not be his opponent, let alone Yang Shou Tomb, who is truly angry, is about to burst out.

Xiao Yang is not a fool. He naturally doesn't want to fight hard in this state of Yang Shou Tomb.

"Don't follow me, go back to the ancestral land by yourself. Yang Shou's tomb will only be me. When you arrive at the ancestral land, please help me find out about my wife's whereabouts. Her name is Ye Yunshu." After leaving this sentence for Quan Dingding, Xiao Yang turned around and rushed into the fog.

Yang Shoumeng waved his arm with one hand, and a ray of energy wrapped around Yang Xingxia's already stiff body. He carried it behind Yang Shoumeng. He pulled out the sword from Yang Xingxia's waist. This was a sword inherited from the Western Xia.

The sharp sword energy continued to spread around Yang Shou's tomb.

"Xiao Yang, I swear to pay tribute to the master with your blood!"

Yang Shou Tomb took a step forward and rushed into the dark mist. The violent spiritual energy was raging everywhere. At this moment, Yang Shou Tomb was already in a state of madness.

When Xiao Yang plunged into the fog, he no longer chose the correct way to break the formation. Now he had no time to break the formation for him, and Yang Shou Tomb was behind him.

"Xiao Yang, this person is very strong. With your current state, it is almost impossible to kill him. Go to the ancestral land of Loulan and swallow the heroic spirit energy there, and you can step into the control of the spirit. At that time, you will never be afraid of that person anymore." The evil god has been passing this message to Xiao Yang.

"Shut up." Xiao Yang shouted coldly.

Obviously, the evil god was afraid of Xiao Yang's threat, so he immediately stopped saying such words, but changed his method, "Otherwise, I can lend you the power temporarily so that you can kill him easily. How about it? If I use my power, you can go anywhere in the world. In this world, you can kill anyone you want."

Xiao Yang had no time to deal with the evil god because Yang Shou Tomb had already come to kill him.

The sword energy in the sky came straight towards Xiao Yang, full of murderous intent, and Yang Shoumeng had decided to kill.

Xiao Yang kept silent and wanted to run away.

Next to the dock, everyone sat cross-legged, chanting Buddhist scriptures, saying that they wanted to do something to salvation.

The seriously injured Xu Huan was tied up by the inheritors. They only had hatred for Xu Huan, including Xu Chan, who had been pressed there by everyone and were beaten up so hard that they could not move.

"Amitabha, donors, please board the boat with the little monk." Quan Dingding stood up.
Chapter completed!