The sea water and mist mixed together and soared into the sky, like a huge water wall, connecting the sky and the earth. Yang Fanhai's figure appeared in the sea water, and flames flickered around him, turning into a vermilion bird around him, burning the sea water within a radius of 1,000 meters clean.

"ah!"

Yang Fanhai roared to the sky, and the purple spear was in his hand. The true energy was stirred up, and the black tung power, the blue dragon power and the white tiger power were also activated together, turning into black tung. The statues of the blue dragon and the white tiger were hovering around with the Vermillion Bird.

The devouring energy was everywhere, as if a ferocious beast was raging and was about to lose control. A sound of shattering came from his arms, which turned into a terrifying ferocious beast's arms.

"Get back!"

With a roar, Yang Fanhai's face burst, all the blood vessels on his forehead burst, and his eyes were filled with a terrible hostility and a firm will. He actually suppressed the violent evil aura, and made the beast transformation on his arms stop, gradually retreat, and gradually turned into a normal appearance.

"ah!"

Another roar, waved his arms, and stabbed the depths of the ocean with a purple spear. As the gun shadow hit, the four figures surrounding the body each transformed a force into the gun light, tangled and mixed together, making the power of the gun light even more terrifying.

"boom!"

The gun light was like a comet flying over the sea, making waves of roars and explosions, separating the sea and turning into a deep ditch that stretches thousands of meters deep, as if it was to completely divide the blue world.

"ah!"

The sound of pain shook the sky, and Yang Fanhai's regret was endless. He wanted to be a person who would be helpful to the human race, but he never thought about how many people he would kill, but he just wanted to be useful to China.

But this time, he made a huge mistake. The people of the Eighteen City died indirectly at their own hands. The consequences were even more terrible. The deaths of the people of the Eighteen City had completely angered the soldiers on the Nanying front and completely released the hatred.

At this moment, not to mention himself, even Gongsun Xuanyuan could not stop him. The tribe members were massacred for tens of millions. If he, the king, said that he would have restrained and tolerated, he would inevitably lose his heart.

At that time, it will not only be difficult for Gongsun Xuanyuan to convince the public, but it will also lead to the dissolution and disintegration of the human race and the result will be even more terrifying. In this way, even Gongsun Xuanyuan, who is based on benevolence, cannot act tough, at least let the clan soldiers feel that their king and their hearts are together.

In such a situation, unless Chiyou handed over Can Gang, Duan Xiu and Jiufeng could calm the anger of the human race. But would Chiyou do this?

No... Yang Fanhai, don't ask how the witch king with the pseudonym Youshan Chuang would choose.

The human race and the witch clan are not in harmony. It is not only a battle between Jiuzhou, but also a hatred can be traced back to the Xingtian era, because the person who assisted Emperor Haotian of Heaven to kill this witch clan was the human race holy emperor Fuxi.

Once Chi You handed over the three people for this reason, it would inevitably lead to the witch clan's back. The witch clan, which has always regarded the strong as the most respected, may no longer be so convinced by him. Without the help of the 81 gods, Chi You would be pinned by the twelve witch clans, with serious consequences.

Moreover, those three were all Chi You's team for rebellion and were his best brothers. He could not hand over the three people in public or private affairs.

His momentary kindness made the situation in Jiuzhou a deadlock, which made Yang Fanhai’s heart unpleasant. At this moment, he needed to vent, hysterically vent, and emptied his body.

With one shot, another shot immediately. The power of the Four Symbols and the Owlhead Spike Technique operated in the body at the same time, and the power of devouring turned the body into a very strange state. Each shot exploded to the extreme, but because of the effect of the Four Symbols and the power of devouring, it instantly returned to its fullest.

Such a shooting technique is direct and terrifying, just like a lifeless madman, all of whom dies together.

Eighteen cities are like eighteen shackles on oneself, and eighteen mountains blocking the front, blocking the future and blocking everything.

The sea soars into the sky and clouds linger, making the world dark, as if there is nowhere to escape.

"ah!"

After one shot, another shot. Yang Fanhai was almost crazy, and seemed to be dominated by the so-called inner demon and was about to lose himself.

Three shots, four shots...one shot after another, eighteen consecutive shots, shocking the world and turning the rivers and the seas. The power of the four symbols was infused, the Vermillion Bird soared, and the flames burned wildly, as if they were about to burn the sky and boil the seas.

It was a gun of destruction, a gun of destruction, and a gun of burning the city. That kind of hatred was not only for the soldiers on the border, but Yang Fanhai himself was no exception.

The city burned eighteen guns, eighteen cities, eighteen injuries, and eighteen hatred.

When the last shot was stabbed out, the sea was pouring backwards, and the tsunami soared into the sky, condensed in the sky, like a huge mountain pillar that could not fall. A thousand miles away, the sea was boiled by flames and turned into a deserted desert.

As if he had used all his strength, Yang Fanhai fell down straight and lay on the gravel ground, motionless, with tears flowing out of control on his face.

Regret, pain, sadness... all kinds of emotions intertwined, and finally my mind was blank, as if it was a stone, and I could no longer think about anything.

It seemed as if I had been lying for centuries, and a long time later, I saw a little hand that was whispering to Yang Fanhai's face, and gently wiped it up, messing up the tears on his face.

It was Xiao Qianhuang. At this moment, he did not laugh like usual, but asked unhappyly: "Teacher, you are crying!"

"Well, the teacher is crying!" Yang Fanhai said softly. At this moment, he felt severe pain all over his body and could not breathe.

"Is it painful?" Xiao Qianhuang asked again.

Yang Fanhai raised his hand and pointed to his heart: "It hurts here, but it hurts here in the teacher."

He didn't know that he would answer these things, but he felt that he needed someone to talk to, and there was only one Xiao Qianhuang around him.

When Xiao Qianhuang heard this, he hurriedly placed his hand on Yang Fanhai's heart, gently stroked it, and said, "Qianhuang helps the teacher to touch it and it will no longer hurt. Grandma said so."

When Ziyi took him to play, he often pretended to be beaten and hurt. As long as Qianhuang went up and touched him, he would say it would not hurt. How could this kind of game method be useful? Xiao Qianhuang kept touching him, and Yang Fanhai's tears were still flowing.

Seeing that this method was useless, Xiao Qianhuang became anxious and staggered and roamed around Yang Fanhai. He didn't know what to do, so he said anxiously: "Teacher, teacher, don't cry, don't cry!"

Yang Fanhai looked at the sky in a daze. After a long time, he came to his senses. Looking at Xiao Qianhuang who was jogging around him, he finally wiped away the tears from his face and sat up, hugged him.

He stretched out his hand and wiped away the tears from Yang Fanhai's face. Xiao Qianhuang said lightly: "Teacher, don't cry, Qianhuang will help you."

"Well, the teacher doesn't cry!" Yang Fanhai nodded gently, wiped away the tears from his face, and then stood up with Xiao Ganhuang in his arms. He looked around and walked inward.

I have seen the situation on the border and the situation on the Eighteen Cities. As Gongsun Xuanyuan said, I should give him an explanation and it is time to go back.

Instead of flying, I walked back with Xiaoganhuang. Whenever I went to a place with few people, I would speed up and slow down whenever I went to a place where people lived.

I don’t know what will happen if I go back to Zhengcheng like this. Yang Fanhai feels that since he becomes a teacher, he should do something.

Ziyi asked himself to be a teacher of Xiaoganhuang, not to teach him abilities, but to learn how to be a human being. Yang Fanhai didn't know how to teach, so he could only teach in the way he thought he could.

Walking along with the little guy in his arms, watching along the way. Let him see clearly the people living in China and the tribesmen he will lead in the future. Let him experience this most ordinary life and let him know that there are not only practitioners in this world, but also so-called mortals.

But Xiao Ganhuang seemed to have no interest in playing. He often looked at Yang Fanhai with a worried look, as if he was afraid that the teacher would cry again. He just did whatever Yang Fanhai asked him to do. Other times, it was very quiet, just sitting and waiting.

After about three months, I returned to Zhengcheng. As soon as I entered the city, I saw Ziyi coming over.

Yang Fanhai relaxed Xiao Ganhuang, knelt on the ground with his legs, and kowtowed three times: "See the Queen!"

Xiaoganhuang ran towards Ziyi in small steps, hugged her calves, raised her head and said softly: "Grandma, the teacher is crying, he said it hurts!"

Ziyi picked up Xiao Ganhuang, looked at Yang Fanhai and sighed: "You go see Xuanyuan. What we need for this matter is not a sorry, but something you want to do for this matter."

After saying that, he hugged Xiao Ganhuang and left. After his back disappeared, Yang Fanhai stood up and headed towards the palace.

Instead of entering directly as usual, he informed the gate and waited until Gongsun Xuanyuan allowed it to let the internal affairs officer take him in.

As Gongsun Xuanyuan said, he was a little arrogant before, so he despised the rules and skipped the laws of the country, which led to such a result.

The three words "sorry" can only express apologies, but they cannot make up for anything. I have to change many things in the past.

Following the Interior Officer to the study, Yang Fanhai half-kneeled at the door and said softly: "My minister Yang Fanhai is asking for a visit."

"Come in!"

Gongsun Xuanyuan's voice came from inside, neither surprised nor happy, nor happy, but it made Yang Fanhai feel even more uncomfortable. He pushed the door and walked forward three meters in front of Gongsun Xuanyuan. He bent his knees, knelt in front, and then buried his head on the ground without saying a word.

Gongsun Xuanyuan didn't say anything, but continued to write memorials on the table. Yang Fanhai didn't speak either, but just knelt on the ground and didn't move. The two of them were in a stalemate.

The sun sets in the west and rises again. After eight hours, when the morning light is dawn, Gongsun Xuanyuan finished the memorial and looked at Yang Fanhai and said, "Are you unwilling to accept it?"

Yang Fanhai said softly: "Yes!"
Chapter completed!