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's tomb's condition, something was very wrong.

"Zhang Xuan, run."

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

Zhang Xuan is not a fool. He naturally doesn't want to fight against Yang Shou Tomb in this state.

"Don't follow me, you 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 Lin Qinghan."

After leaving this sentence for Quan Dingding, Zhang Xuan 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.

"Zhang Xuan, 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 Zhang Xuan 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.

"Zhang Xuan, 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 again."

The evil god has been conveying such a message to Zhang Xuan.

"Shut up."

Zhang Xuan shouted coldly.

Obviously, the evil god was afraid of Zhang Xuan's threat, so he immediately stopped saying such things, 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 this world, and you can kill anyone you want."

Zhang Xuan 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 Zhang Xuan, full of murderous intent, and Yang Shoumeng had decided to kill.

Zhang Xuan 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.

At this moment, no one dared to disrespect Quan Dingding anymore. Not to mention how powerful Zhang Xuan was when he was with Quan Dingding, the appearance of Quan Dingding alone had already made them cry. If these two people had not arrived just now, everyone would have become Xu Huan's food rations.

Everyone boarded the ship and, led by Quan Dingding, crossed the lake.

"Master, Brother Zhang won't have anything to do, right?"

Wei Lan looked at the thick fog with a worried look on her face.

"Amitabha, if the female donor is worried, the young monk can take the female donor to take a bath and change clothes and pray sincerely."

All Dingding looked righteous.

"I think sincerity should not be reflected in the practice. I will start praying for Brother Zhang now."

Wei Lan sat cross-legged on the boat with her hands on her, praying for Zhang Xuan.

The thick fog in Loulan has been covered with thick fog for more than ten hours. People with poor strength have long died in some death arrays. People with strength have also found ways to crack the fog within these ten hours, and all headed towards the Quan family's ancestral land, the island in the middle of the lake.

The way the lake water flows is very unique. It is not a matter of time for a while to land on the island. It was not until the sky was getting dark and the thick fog began to dissipate. The inheritors who were with Dingding saw the island in the center of the lake. The boats under their feet did not go straight to the island in the middle of the lake, but drifted in another direction. It would take a certain amount of time to land on the island.

More than 2,000 people from the Quan family gathered on the island in the middle of the lake, and in front of a ancestral hall, the clan elders finished burning incense.

"If you're ready, then start."

The clan elder turned around and leaned on a crutch, "This is the general trend. Our Quan family cannot just hide and endure it. The inheritance is broken one after another. Our Quan family is going to make changes. Is there any news about Dingding?"

"He's already on the lake."

A member of the Quan family replied.

"Be prepared. Once Ding Ding appears, let him inherit Loulan's will and accept the inheritance! The formation will disperse and let Ding Ding land on the island quickly."

"clear."

A strong wind swept through, and the thick fog on the island suddenly dissipated, and the irregular water flow on the lake also calmed down.

"The fog has dissipated!"

"It's broken! It's great!"

"It's time to land on the island!"

“Go to the island!”

Similar sounds were heard in all directions of the ancestral land.

Outside the ancestral land, there is a piece of yellow sand.

Gu Shi in a black robe and Lan Yunxiao looked at the direction of the ancestral land.

"The formations in the ancestral land have scattered. Are we going to go in?"

The ancient servant opened his mouth.

Lan Yunxiao shook his head slightly, "No hurry, wait until there is completely opened, will you tell me if there is any news about Lord Evil God?"

"not yet."

The ancient servant replied.

Lan Yunxiao frowned and said nothing.

It was eleven o'clock in the afternoon, and the first group of people had already climbed to the island of the middle of the lake. They were not all Dingding, nor were the forces of the Shenyin Association and the Ancestral Rebellion Alliance, nor were they major clans. Instead, they were members of the Ninth Bureau led by Zhao Ji. There was also a inheritor next to Zhao Ji. This inheritor was obviously different from Xu Huan's group. He followed the Ninth Bureau and seemed to have a very familiar relationship with Zhao Ji.

"I'm starving to death, starving to death. Is there anything I can eat? The Quan family should be very hospitable."

As soon as Zhao Ji landed on the island, he started to scream.

"Welcome to the Quan Family, all the 9th Bureau, the meals are ready, please."

A Quan family came out to greet him.

At the edge of the lake island, Quan Ding Ting Ting Ting Ting his bald head, and said to himself a little embarrassedly, "I don't know if Xiao Hua likes monks."
Chapter completed!