After rebirth, the Xuanmen Patriarch was forced to be deified

The two dead souls that Qiao Luoyan met in Tanting Jiayuan before said that they had been controlled for a long time.

This also shows that the conspiracy against China's ancient martial arts world has already started.

Yan Ziang's ghost cultivation made her feel puzzled.

Qiao Luoyan looked up at Yan Ziang, and asked puzzledly, "Ghost repair?"

Yan Ziang nodded to her, and said slowly: "If my guess is correct, they are ghost cultivators.

You must know that in this world, apart from human beings, there are other creatures that ordinary people cannot see, such as ghost cultivators.

Ghost cultivators are cultivators of the ghost way. They are formed from the souls of dead people. The strength of ghost cultivators is powerful, very ferocious, and their strength is even higher than that of ordinary ancient warriors. "

Pei Yinan agreed with this very much, with a calm voice, and said in a cold tone: "We have just experienced the strength of those ghost cultivators.

Their abilities are indeed very strong. Patriarch Yan and I have innate cultivation bases, and we almost fell into their hands. Fortunately, Qiao Er was there. "

Yan Ziang was worried, and said in a heavy voice: "Ghost cultivators haven't appeared for a long, long time. The last time they ran rampant in the world was during the Longyuan Dynasty."

Yan Xuyan's focus was peculiar, and he asked curiously, "Are there really ghosts in this world?"

He has never seen the existence of ghosts, and he always thinks that ghost cultivation may be human beings practicing sorcery, which leads to the appearance of neither human nor ghost.

Yan Ziang said to his nephew in a deep voice: "Yes! In the ancient books handed down from the Yan family, it is clearly recorded that the ghost cultivator was born and catastrophe befalls the world."

Although he said this to Yan Xiyu, his eyes were fixed on Qiao Luoyan who was leaning on the bed.

The Man of Destiny came to this world with the power of a Taoist ghost doctor, and he was already doomed to disaster.

Only a sage of destiny can quell this catastrophe.

Only now did Yan Ziang fully understand the heavy responsibility on his daughter's shoulders.

The catastrophe in the world is about to happen, and the eyes of all the insiders in the bedroom are almost focused on Qiao Luoyan.

Qiao Luoyan, who was watched by everyone, had an emotionless arc on his lips.

Her dark eyes darkened, and her voice was slightly cold: "Why are you all staring at me, let me tell you first, ghost repair has nothing to do with me."

Seeing his daughter pretending to be confused, Yan Ziang's majestic brows and eyes softened, showing pampering and helplessness on her face.

He gently rubbed Qiao Luoyan's hair, and said in a gentle voice: "Don't think about anything, some things are predestined, go to bed early, and have to hurry tomorrow morning."

After finishing speaking, Patriarch Yan took Lin Su's hand and led his son and nephew out of the room.

The daughter is unwilling to intervene in these matters, but the Yan family is duty-bound.

In the bedroom, only Pei Yinan and Qiao Luoyan were left.

The two looked at each other.

Pei Yinan stepped forward and pulled up the quilt that had fallen off.

He stroked Qiao Luoyan's face with his warm palm, and said in a gentle voice, "Take a rest, I'll let Ge Meier come up to accompany you."

Qiao Luoyan lay down and asked lazily, "What are you going to do?"

Pei Yinan showed a warm smile, and said softly, "I'm going to Haicheng with you tomorrow, and I have to explain everything in my hand."

"Go ahead."

Qiao Luoyan, who was physically and mentally exhausted, lay on his side and slowly closed his eyes.

Pei Yinan stayed with her in the room for a while.

Seeing that the person on the bed was asleep and breathing evenly, he got up and left.

The second floor.

Yan Ziang stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the house, wearing a casual suit, showing his tall and straight figure, showing a gentleman's elegance in a low-key and calm manner.

His dark eyes scanned the night scenery of the courtyard outside the window, and a heavy low air pressure emanated from his body.

Lin Su stood behind Yan Xiyu and Yan Xuyan.

The faces of the three of them were not very good-looking, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Yan Xiyu suddenly said: "Father, I will not go back with you tomorrow, I will stay here to check for Bazin's trace.

By the way, check how many people are still hiding in the dark in the capital, and there are people like the Shen family who eat inside and outside, and catch them all. "

Yan Ziang looked back and looked at his son with relief.

The lines of his face softened, he nodded and said, "That's exactly what I mean."

Yan Xuyan also stood up, his non-aggressive, gentle and peaceful face was covered with a murderous aura.

He said in a deep voice, "I'll stay and help Brother Yu."

After waiting for more than 20 years, I finally waited for the opportunity to take revenge.

He had a feud with Huoyun Ama Temple for killing his mother, and this feud should not be avenged in vain as a son of man.

Yan Ziang's eyes flicked over Yan Xuyan's body, and seeing his firm expression, there was an endless killing intent in his eyes.

He sighed softly, and said: "I have no objection if you stay. This time, the foreign forces are coming aggressively. Remember, don't be impulsive in everything."

"I see." Yan Xuyan nodded vigorously.

Yan Ziang looked at his son again: "Xiyu, Wu Boshun from the Sitian Bureau called me earlier.

He said that there have been frequent strange murders in the capital recently, and he suspects that these murders have something to do with the Shen family, and he hopes you can help them investigate. "

Yan Xiyu's eyes moved slightly: "I've heard it too, it seems that there are too many missing people, no one is alive but no dead body."

Yan Ziang pursed his lips in displeasure, and said sneeringly, "Sitian Bureau has even used the spirit summoning technique, and there is no clue."

Yan Xiyu recalled the scene at Shen's house where Bazin practiced magic.

He frowned exquisitely, and said firmly: "This matter has something to do with the Shen family in all likelihood. They took away the luck of the living to cultivate, and it is estimated that tens of thousands of people died in their hands."

When Yan Ziang heard this, his face was slightly startled.

He breathed out lightly, and pondered: "If the evidence from the Shen family is convincing, there is no need to wait for a public trial. The inner disciples you brought out this time are enough to deal with them."

It was clearly a refined and calm voice, but it made people hear the murderous ruthlessness.

The calmness on Yan Xiyu's face could not be maintained, and he asked uncertainly, "What do you mean?"

Yan Ziang said in a calm tone: "It should be destroyed, and there will be no future troubles forever."

This is the first time Yan Xiyu has received such a mission to kill so many people.

He frowned, and asked aloud: "There are 18 illegitimate children in the Shen family, including illegitimate children, and a total of 86 people in the collateral line. Kill them all?"

Yan Ziang turned around, raised his head and stared at the starry sky in the dark night through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The sky is not so good tonight, Venus conjoins the moon.

Taibai belongs to gold, and gold dominates warfare, which is a sign of great evil and evil.

The lower half of the chord is light, and the upper half chord is heavy. This star is out of order.

If this were placed in ancient times, it would lead to war and punishment.

And no matter how big or small the catastrophe is, it is like thunder that destroys wood, changing the color of the world.

Yan Ziang's eyes darkened, suppressing the unbearable feeling in his heart.

His words were murderous, and his deep voice sounded from his lips: "The child of the Shen family is innocent, you can let it go. Don't let anyone who knows the Shen family's collusion with the foreign forces be let go."

Before his son could respond, Yan Ziang said again: "Yan Xiyu listens!"

Yan Xiyu subconsciously straightened her waist: "Yes!"

Yan Ziang looked back, staring at him expressionlessly.

He said in an unhurried voice: "Not only the Shen family is not allowed to let go, including those ancient warriors they recruited, those people don't need to be verified, they will all be wiped out, and no one will be left behind!"

Lin Su, Yan Xiyu, and Yan Xuyan's hearts shuddered when they felt the overwhelming threat of killing from Yan Ziang's body.

They all knew the importance of this order.

The Yan family is about to join the WTO.

Joining the WTO means killing.

The Yan family is the sharpest blade.

They will kill all the scum who violate the safety of China's ancient martial arts world.

Yan Xiyu looked serious, knelt on the ground on one knee, arched his hands in salute.

"Take the order of the Patriarch!"

Spit out from his mouth, the sharp and wanton murderous words landed loudly.

Yan Xiyu's body was full of murderous aura, and the expression on his face was eager to try.

When the Yan family joined the WTO last time, he was still young and had never witnessed that tragic battle.

This time, he took on the important task as the young Patriarch, and he was bound to drive out all the forces in the outer domain.

Yan Ziang put his hand on the floor-to-ceiling window glass, his dark eyes were fixed on the stars, his heart kept sinking.

He raised his right hand and waved it: "Act now, go."

Yan Ziang originally wanted to issue an edict to the Yan family to let the world know about the entry of the Yan family into the WTO and a massacre against the Shen family.

Thinking that their daughter was found not long ago, they will set off back to Haicheng tomorrow.

At this time, it is better to have one more thing than one less thing, and enjoy a few days of peace.

Once the Huoyun Ama Temple officially confronts the Chinese ancient martial arts world.

At that time, the Yan family was caught up in right and wrong, and it might be difficult to spend time with their daughter.

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