Chapter 90 Chapter Four: The Huge Conspiracy in Yangcheng

The black eagle primordial spirit was violently fanning the huge wind, trapping Yi Yangjiu on the spot, but for some unknown reason, the seemingly endless fanning with power gradually stopped. And the eagle-like primordial spirit looked around in a daze as if in a daze. Finally, he stopped his eyes on his uncle Sun Dahong in the distance. The movement of flapping wings stopped, and the black eagle-like primordial spirit turned its beak towards Uncle Sun Dahong in a daze. Then, like a real falcon, the Black Eagle Primordial Spirit seemed to go mad, making a piercing creaking sound, leaving the embarrassed Yiyang Jiu, and rushing towards the tall and strong uncle Sun Dahong at the other end.

And the host of the Black Eagle Primordial Spirit was another general named Yan Zhengshuo. At this moment, he was yelling and cursing, but he couldn't stop the Black Eagle Primordial Spirit from losing control. Not only was there no way to stop it, but he was dragged past it involuntarily. Seeing the Black Eagle Primordial Spirit rushing towards him violently, Uncle Sun Dahong was startled, and instinctively took a few steps back, but his Flame Primordial Spirit was not a fuel-efficient lamp, so he rushed over to block him with a light movement . It's just that such a quick and fast movement caused huge strange noises to be heard one after another in the arena. The screams, chirping, and mourning wailed almost at the same time, which was extremely strange.

It turned out that the black eagle soul and the flame soul collided, and at the moment they collided, the heat of the flame soul burned the black eagle, and because the black eagle was too fast, it happened to rush into the flame soul. Among the embers of the flames, there was a pungent and unpleasant smell of burning. And the Black Eagle Primordial Spirit was more like going crazy, not only was not afraid of high fever, but also opened his huge beak as if he had enmity for a long time, and violently pecked at the Flaming Primordial Spirit, pecking it to scatter the flames. You must know that the primordial spirit and the host are often connected by heart and blood, and the relationship is very close. At this time, the black eagle was burned by the flames, and the flames were pecked by the black eagle. , pecked, and yelled in pain.

"Damn it! You stinking dead eagle, what the hell are you doing?" Uncle Sun Dahong was in pain and anger, and screamed loudly: "Your old man was pecked to death by you, do you know that?" Yan Zhengshuo was covered in flames, he didn't even have the time to slap him, so he didn't have the energy to scold him. Amidst the loud noise of "crack, clap", Uncle Sun Dahong endured the pain, rolled and crawled, turned around and ran, while running back. While yelling: "Don't fucking come here! You bastard! If you come here again, I will kill you!" But I don't know why, but the Black Eagle Primordial Spirit seems to be very interested in the Flame Primordial Spirit, and still chases after him madly. Yan Zhengshuo, who was in severe pain, was pulled by the Primordial Spirit and followed him irresistibly.

The two of them went one in front of the other, their spirits turned on and off, and they started chasing on the plain. After running for a long time, they disappeared among the emerald green trees in the forest. Yiyangjiu and the others were stunned when they saw this astonishing and funny chasing and fighting. Even Confucius, father and son Wen who was lying on the ground with his foot injured, was dazzled by the sight, completely forgetting the situation in front of him. Looking around, the dead bodies of the savages were lying on the side of the road, Confucius, father and son Wen were injured and lying on the ground, and the ice arrow in Yuanshen's hand behind him turned into a waste.

All his men were trapped in the vines, and only faint hums could be heard one after another.And the other two Yuanshen clansmen were like fools, one in the light and the other in the dark, chasing one after the other until they couldn't see anyone. All in all, this was the first official battle between Yiyangjiu and the others after they discovered their primordial spirit ability. They have to wait until they actually fight against others before they know that their soul abilities are really extraordinary. Father Kong and Ziwen sat on the ground, muttering to themselves: "Are these guys human or monsters? Otherwise, how could they be so weird?"

Sangyang Shuyin looked at Sang Yangjing's direction calmly, and found that she had woken up slowly with the support of Sang Yangqing, knowing that she was fine. He glanced at Father Kong and his son Wen with ease, and said with a smile: "This is the real first-class primordial spirit, so as to teach you frogs at the bottom of the well to know that there are many capable people in the world, and it's not like you just use them with a little ability." Scholar, seek benefits." "I know you don't think of me as a good person, but if I don't understand the mystery, I won't rest in peace even if I die."

"What are you trying to figure out?" "You guys from the Yuanshen tribe, what are your intentions in coming to Lu country for no reason? Why did my two subordinates suddenly kill each other, chasing after each other?" "Of course there is a reason for this," Sangyang Suyin said with a smile, "If you want to know, just ask my little friend..." He pointed to Yi Ya along the way: "The fact that your two subordinates are madly chasing each other is due to this Yuanshen ability, let him tell you." Yi Ya scratched his head hesitantly and smiled hehe.

"It's nothing! Didn't Senior Sangyang tell me that since the black eagle primordial spirit has the appearance of a falcon, it must still have the memory of being a falcon, because the primordial spirit is the essence of the sun and the moon, plus It comes from people's enlightenment and practice. Although it has the appearance of the primordial spirit now, it still has the instinct of a falcon. So... what do raptors like falcons like best? Of course it is For fresh meat like chickens, my primordial spirit, Pao Ren, happens to be able to transform all things into any smell, sweet and sour, so..."

Sangyang Suyin laughed. "So when the 'Pao Ren' rushed past the body of the host of the flame soul, he transformed into the smell of the flesh and blood of chicks and small animals, which was smelled by the black eagle soul, so of course he wouldn't let him go... ...Hmm! Yi Ya made a big breakthrough in this battle, which is rare..." As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Shu Diao. "Zhu Diao, you did a good job of using 'everything' just now. Although you can only change the things of Xiaozong now, as long as you practice well, you may really be able to use everything in the future."

He narrated patiently like a good teacher who is persuasive and persuasive, and looked at Yiyangjiu while talking. Yi Yangjiu didn't do much just now, apart from surrounding Confucius, Father and Ziwen's men with trees and vines, he suffered a big loss in the battle with Yan Zhengshuo. Therefore, the way Sangyang Suyin looked at him was a little harsh. "As for you, Xiao Jiu, you haven't made any progress at all. You must know that your primordial spirit has the most potential among several people, but if you can't develop it, even if you have the ability of Da Luo Jinxian, it will be futile. Such a Entering the country, let alone rescuing your wife, even being able to leave the country of Lu is a question!" Yi Yangjiu scratched his head in shame, knowing in his heart that although Sangyang Suyin's words were harsh, they were well-intentioned and absolutely true. Because he once said that the abilities of the Yuanshen tribe that he will encounter here are ever-changing, powerful and terrifying, if he can't enter the country more by himself, it will indeed be very dangerous. Speaking of this, Sangyang Suyin knew that although the red-haired young man was reckless and self-willed, he was an intelligent and outstanding person, as long as he said the words last time, there was no need to say more, so he just nodded, then turned around and walked slowly towards Sang Yang Jing and two sisters. At this time, Sang Yangjing had already woken up. Although she was knocked unconscious by Sang Yangyin, after Sang Yangqing explained, she also knew that it was this carefree middle-aged man who saved her life. A person who has been sad all his life, but the resentment has been reduced a bit, and he doesn't want to insult him anymore. Sangyang Suyin walked up to the two of them and said softly, "Does your head still hurt?" Sang Yangjing snorted, but didn't answer, but Sang Yangqing who was at the side forced a smile and shook her head. "Sister is probably fine." Sangyang Suyin took a deep breath, but her voice was trembling. "You said just now that your father passed away. When did it happen?" Sang Yangjing was startled, but she was unwilling to answer, her pretty face turned like frost, and she didn't hear anything. Na Sang Yangqing was more easy-going, her eyes turned red, and she said softly: "It happened nineteen days ago." The complex expression appeared on Sangyang Suyin's face again, as if recalling many past events... Quiet water patterns, falling flowers. That youthful naked body, delicate and beautiful face. A vow of eternal life. "You can't compare to me! You can't compare to me in anything! Why can't I get anything?" The eyes full of blood and resentment, the roar of fury and despair, the light of a knife like electricity and fire. Also, in the early morning many years ago, when I left Yangcheng alone, I looked at the iron-gray city gate for the last time... The wind of time blows quietly in the sky. After a long time, he came back to his senses, only to find that several young people around him were staring at him blankly, but no one dared to ask him what kind of ancient memories he remembered. Sangyang Suyin looked at the two girls from Yangcheng quietly. Sangyang was quiet and arrogant, and Sangyangqing was playful, but there were shadows of many members of Sangyang's family in their eyebrows. Some parts are like the younger brother Ziyu. Some places are like himself. Some even look like grandparents. However, that delicate and slender face is more like a person. A person who he always misses in his heart day and night. Thinking of this, Sangyang Yinyin sighed: "Your father and I were born of the same mother. He passed away. I am more sad than anyone else." There was deep fatigue and helplessness in his voice: "The previous generation No matter who is right or who is wrong, it shouldn't last until your generation, you know?" Sang Yangjing was a little stunned, stared at him for a while, then frowned, turned away, and ignored him. Seeing her rude actions, Yi Ya couldn't help but whispered: "Look at her being so rude, she wouldn't be like this when she is a younger sister, don't you mean twins? Why are there so many differences in personality between the two?" Although his voice was low, it reached the ears of sister Sangyang. Sister Sangyangqing was startled, but she just shrugged helplessly and smiled sweetly at Yi Ya. But Sang Yangjing ignored it and simply closed his eyes. She just fell and fainted. Although she was not seriously injured, she was still in a daze. At this moment, she still couldn't stand up, so she sat on the ground and rested lightly. Sangyang Suyin looked at her back, suddenly his heart moved, and he asked Sangyangqing: "Wait, how did you know that I returned to Lu country this time? Lu Guo will definitely go to Yangcheng?" Sang Yangqing glanced at Yi Yangjiu unconsciously, with a puzzled expression on his face. "Didn't you send the news?" She frowned, her expression was not the same as Sang Yangjing's indifference: "So the uncles are still retreating to discuss countermeasures! They said...they said..." Sang Yang Yin smiled lightly and said: "They said that your father just passed away, and the dragons in the city have no leader. You need to be careful not to let me take advantage of the vacancy and snatch back the throne of the Lord of Yang City, so they sent you to pick me up, lest I sneak into the city , causing trouble, didn't it?" Sang Yangqing nodded. "yes." Sangyang Suyin smiled helplessly, and said in a low voice: "They still don't understand, and they still don't understand... I said no, and I will never ask again. Is this truth really so difficult to understand?" His thoughts turned in his mind countless times, but amidst these wild thoughts, a doubtful question gradually emerged. After pondering for a moment, suddenly a thought flashed through my mind like lightning. Thinking of this key point, Sangyang Suyin's expression suddenly changed color. "No!" His eyes were wide open, and his expression was dignified amid doubts: "The whereabouts of Yangcheng are so mysterious, and the death of the city lord is even more important. He has only passed away for ten days. This person..." He pointed his halberd aside. Confucius father and son Wen looked at him and said sharply: "How do you know this?" Father Kong and Ziwen glared at him, but did not speak, with a stubborn expression on their faces, obviously unwilling to speak out. Sangyang Suyin didn't want to entangle him any longer, he turned around and strode towards the capital of the Lu Kingdom with an anxious expression on his face. Yiyangjiu and others have been with him for a long time, and they have long been used to walking with him. Now when they saw Sangyang Suyin walking fast, they followed him one after another. The two sisters, Sang Yangjing and Sang Yangjing, saw that everyone left as soon as they said, and they didn't delay any longer. After Sang Yangjing woke up, her footsteps were a little sloppy, so she asked her sister to support them, and the group hurried to the destination: "Yangcheng". However, Confucius, father and son Wen, who broke his leg, was ignored by no one. He has been in battle for a long time. People are not cruel and ruthless people who leave as soon as they say, not only did they not kill him, even when they were arrogant and arrogant just now and refused to answer Sang Yang Su Yin's question, Sang Yang Su Yin also turned around and left. Nothing hard for him. However, looking around, the scene in front of me is also strange like never seen before: the army of nearly a hundred people was densely packed by trees, vines and giant trees, and many people were blindfolded, yelling "uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" non-stop. It seems that it will take a lot of work to "dig" them out. Not to mention his two generals, the barren hills are silent at this moment, the two of them were chasing after each other just now, they have already run a long distance, and now they are still nowhere to be seen. Thinking of the primordial spirits of those young people just now, Father Kong and Ziwen couldn't help but look back at the Bingjing primordial spirit behind him. After a long time, he sighed dejectedly.