This voice immediately attracted the attention of Xiao Yang and Quan Dingding.

What attracted Xiao Yang was the three words Yang Xingxia.

What attracted all the Dingding was the crisp female voice.

"There is a young lady... no, a female donor was killed! Amitabha, monks are compassionate." Quan Dingding put his hands together in front of him, "Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. When you see injustice on the road, I cannot sit idly by and watch. If you are evil, you will take your life!"

Quan Dingding's fat, greasy hands wiped the robe a few times, then took the whisk, jumped in the air, shouting: "Bold monster, I can see at a glance that you are not a human being. Today I will reveal your true form, look at my great power and dragon!"

In the thick fog, Quan Ding Ding had just swung his whisk, but was cut off by a sharp sword energy.

In the oasis, Yang Shou's tomb stood beside Yang Xingxia, carrying his hands behind him. He didn't need to make any moves. The sword energy surrounding him made him rarely have an opponent in the God Fu realm.

Yang Xingxia held the Xixia sword, and now he also had the power to make gods. With Yang Shou Tomb following, Yang Xingxia easily swallowed two small inheritances. At this moment, Yang Xingxia set his sights on the third inheritance.

The history of the hot summer is 5,000 years. In these 5,000 years, countless heroes have been born, and the inheritances left are more than imagined. However, these inheritances are limited in strength and cannot be achieved like the Western Xia inheritance and the Loulan inheritance. They can use heroic spirits to suppress the fragments of evil gods, so it is not just for cognition. In the eyes of many large inheritors, such inheritance is their best supplement, which is their food that can strengthen themselves. As long as they swallow a certain number of small inheritances, they can awaken the heroic spirits of their own inheritance and enter the realm of controlling spirits.

Opposite Yang Xingxia is a pair of combinations similar to the inheritance of Xixia. An old woman with gray hair is wearing a girl. The girl is holding a pink silk fan and wearing a long skirt. She is in her early twenties and is in her prime. At this moment, she is in Yang Xingxia's hands, with blood hanging on the corners of her mouth, looking particularly embarrassed.

The old woman next to the girl was obviously the girl's Taoist protector, but compared with Yang Shou Tomb, the old woman's strength was much worse. After all, a sword at the extreme level was not just a talk.

Previously, Yang Shou Tomb lived for the inheritance of Western Xia. When Yang Xingxia inherited Western Xia, Yang Shou Tomb lived for Yang Xingxia. What Yang Xingxia said was what Yang Shou Tomb wanted to do.

Quan Dingding's appearance interrupted Yang Xingxia's approaching attack on the girl, but it was just interrupting the rhythm. Under Yang Shou Tomb's sword energy, it was obvious that Quan Dingding's great power Tianlong did not play any role.

"Wow! The bold old thief, I see that I have taken you!"

In front of the girl, Quan Dingding burst out with unprecedented courage. He waved his arms and the whisk in his hand instantly rose to more than ten meters long, and wrapped around Yang Shou's tomb.

Yang Shou Tomb stood there, and there was no movement in Yang Shou Tomb. The more than ten-meter whisk broke inch.

"Oh no! I have eaten too much meat recently, and my Buddha is not effective, and the Daluo Mantra has failed!"

Quan Dingding's face became extremely ugly.

"Where did the flower monk come from?" Yang Shoumeng saw the shape of Quan Dingding, and saw that the man was not serious. He waved his hand and ordered Yang Shoumeng, "Kill."

Yang Shoumeng nodded slightly, stretched out his sword finger, and pointed his finger lightly at Quan Ding.

Under Yang Shoumeng's finger, Quan Ding's face changed drastically. He could feel the sharp edges around him. His brave appearance just now completely disappeared at this moment.

"Grandpa, don't kill me!" Quan ding thudded and knelt in front of Yang Shou's grave, "Uncle, are you going to invest? The little monk has some good projects, so you can make sure you make a profit."

The girl originally saw Quan Ding Ding appearing in a huge voice, but she thought that something had turned around, but the monk knelt there less than a few seconds after he appeared.

"Nonsense." Yang Shoumeng snorted coldly, his sword kept pointing, and he wanted to kill Quan Ding Ding.

A cold light came out of Yang Shou Tomb's hand and headed straight for Quan Dingding. Just as the cold light was about to hit Quan Dingding, another cold light emerged out of thin air, directly cutting off the attack from Yang Shou Tomb.

"Sword master!" Yang Shoumeng's eyes instantly looked in one direction. In the direction where Yang Shoumeng looked, white sword lights filled the sky and overwhelmed Yang Shoumeng's tomb.

Yang Shoutu’s eyes showed a serious look, “The sword edge condensed, and it also carries a peaceful artistic conception. In this artistic conception, there is also an invincible belief. Could this sword intent be the legendary…”

At this point when Yang Shou's tomb said, he also emitted countless sword lights.

Just as Yang Shou Tomb fought to the death with the sword lights, Xiao Yang's figure suddenly flashed behind Quan Dingding, carrying Quan Dingding's back collar, "Go!"

"Get the young lady... no, bring the female donor with you!" Quan Dingding still screamed when he ran away.

The old woman beside the girl was not a fool. Seeing that Yang Shou’s grave was restrained, she immediately pulled the girl up and said, “Go away!”

Xiao Yang took Quan Dingding, the old woman and the girl, and the four of them rushed in the same direction in the fog.

"Female donor, please come with me, Amitabha."

This scene is a long story, but it actually only happened in a moment.

When Yang Shou Tomb broke the sword light in the sky, Xiao Yang and the other four had completely disappeared into the fog.

Yang Shoumeng did not rush to chase after him, but looked at the sword energy where it came and said, "Who is yours?"

No sound came out of the fog.

Yang Shoumeng continued to speak: "Your sword intent, I have seen it in ancient books, but I didn't expect it to exist. I wonder who you are from?"

There was still silence in the mist.

"Old guy, what are you doing? Everyone ran away!" Yang Xingxia glanced at the place where the girl ran away, and was so angry that she was so angry.

Seeing that no one replied to the other side for a long time, Yang Shoumeng shook his head and said to Yang Xingxia: "Master, there is a master hiding in the dark."

"A bullshit master." Yang Xingxia looked disdainful, "If she was really a master, she wouldn't have hidden it. You waste, you can let go of all the prey you got. Hurry up and find her! I not only want her inheritance, but also her people!"

Yang Xingxia's eyes were filled with a strong desire for possessiveness.

Yang Shou Tomb bowed, "The old slave is obeying the name of his master."

Yang Shoumeng felt it for a moment and took Yang Xingxia into the fog. These fogs could not stop the existence of Renmao and Pojun, and naturally they could not stop the existence of Yang Shoumeng.
Chapter completed!