() All of them are just evil seeds left behind after Wei Tian stole the world!

Therefore, on the occasion of the 100th anniversary of the founding of the Great Wei Dynasty, the dragon vein suddenly had signs of raising its head, although it was directly suppressed for thirty years, but now it is still riding the wind, and when he saw Wei Xi, the dragon vein immediately recognized that Wei Xi was not flowing with the blood of the Great Wei Dynasty, and in anger, he immediately deprived Wei Xi of the human emperor's breath, making him dying and comatose until now.

Now, it's all over.

The young man sighed in his heart.

In fact, he doesn't want to be an emperor at all, he just wants to live his life of idle clouds and wild cranes, and play with his sweetheart in the mountains and wilderness.

It's a pity that this is an extravagant hope after all.

has the grievances of his ancestors, so he can't hold back, not only young men, but also Fan Yang'a, Wang Bing, Liu Jinkui, Hou Zhao - everyone is not like this. They can't let go, because once they let go, they can't face their ancestors and ancestors under the Nine Springs!

Fan Yang'a also recounted the past grievances to Wei Xi one by one at this time, not to let him die clearly, but to appreciate the little bit of horror and despair that welled up on Wei Xi's face! It seems that there are countless pairs of eyes behind him who are also looking at all this, yes, they are the eyes of all the people who have passed away for generations, and they are all watching this moment!

"Back then, my ancestor, as the commander of Emperor Taizu's close guards, inadvertently noticed Wei Tian's poisonous plan, so he fled with the little prince overnight, and escaped narrowly after nine deaths. Fan Yang'a's face was as cold as ice, and his mouth was full of blood, and he really swallowed the piece of flesh torn from Wei Xi's body!

"Our ancestors didn't want to regain what we lost, and now, we have finally done it!"

"It's a pity that Wang Bing and Hou Zhao are in charge of things in Yongzhou and can't come to Yanjing, otherwise they will be full of joy if they can see your tearful appearance!"

Fan Yang'a finally finished speaking, he breathed a long sigh of relief, finally turned around, and respectfully faced the young man and said, "Young master, you can start." ”

Wei Xi was stunned by Fan Yang's words, originally this was the biggest secret of their lineage, and Wei Zhen would tell Wei Xi personally when he was in the Zen position, so that he would know, but Wei Xi and Wei Xuan were fighting with Wei Xuan at that time, and Wei Zhen died too suddenly, so he couldn't tell Wei Xi this secret!

At this moment, Wei Xi had already forgotten the pain, and his heart was full of the words that Fan Yang'a had just said to him, and every sentence made him chill.

He suddenly thought of the look in his eyes when the dragon vein looked up at that moment!

Those disgusted eyes like looking at a thief!

Wei Xi was still in a daze, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his hands and feet!

"Ahh

Wei Xi couldn't help but let out a hysterical scream, he looked left and right, only to find that his hands and feet were actually directly nailed by Fan Yang'a.

Four black sharp steel nails just pinned him to the ground, unable to move!

The bright red blood accompanied by the thick smell of blood made Wei Xi even more frightened, endless fear, Wei Xi's body was shrouded! He struggled frantically, but the more he struggled, the sharp pain from his hands and feet made him scream even more violently.

"What are you going to do, what are you going to do!"

"No, stay away from me, stay away from me!"

"Go away, go away!"

.........

No one heard his terrible cry, and even the slightly pleading scream turned into a delicacy in the eyes of onlookers, Fan Yang'a and Liu Jinkui enjoyed such a beautiful scenery wantonly, and even slowed down the movements of their hands, almost lingering in it.

Liang Wendao and Chen Ping didn't surround each other this time, but they also looked at everything indifferently, although the hatred in their eyes was not as good as Fan Yang'a and Liu Jinkui, but the sneer on their faces also showed that they were the same dog.

The young man stared at all this coldly like an outsider, and did not say a word.

There was a sudden rush of footsteps around him, and as soon as the young man turned around, a slender shadow fell into his eyes. Holding back the fear and disgust in his eyes, Yinlang quietly retreated to the young man's side. She felt as if everyone around her was gone, and only a terrifying atmosphere spread through the hall, almost making her breathless.

She didn't have any hatred for Wei Xi, on the contrary, if it weren't for her great use in getting close to Wei Xi, I'm afraid she wouldn't be able to appear here!

And now that Wei Xi is dying, she is useless.

So now she has to find a back way, a back road that is enough to make people feel useful without killing them all!

This road is this young man.

"My lord, I have some ...... Afraid. Yinlang tried to get close to the young man, and his eyes flashed with a very touching and charming color: "Can the slave family get closer to you?"

Unfortunately, before she could take a step closer, a trace of disgust flashed on the young man's face, although he did not speak, but the attitude was very obvious!

Yinlang's steps froze in place for a moment.

At this moment, a faint fluctuation began to spread through the main hall, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

A white-haired old Taoist walked slowly from outside the main hall with the support of the Taoist Tong, and it was the master who had done it in the Yuanji Phoenix Pillow Building.

The old Taoist has the demeanor of a master of the immortal family, with a long white beard, white eyebrows and a compassionate color.

But he was such a worldly master, but he walked on a blood-drenched avenue, surrounded by corpses, and he turned a blind eye to this blood-drenched man, as if his eyes were not aware at all.

It's a stark contrast that is impossible to describe in words.

Lao Dao walked up to Wei Xi and glanced at him, as if he was sighing, but in the eyes of the young man, it had already turned into indifference.

Wei Xi was already weak, and the assassin had lost too much blood and was already in a blur. His eyes were in a trance, and he even thought that the Taoist in front of him was an illusion.

He pleaded with all his might: "Save me...... Help me......"

Lao Dao was unmoved, but just signaled to the boys around him, and those boys nodded in unison, quietly arranging the magic weapons and pieces of scriptures in their hands in an inexplicable position, like a formation.

From beginning to end, no boy looked at Wei Xi, who was dying on the ground, as if this was not a big living person, but a dead livestock.

Or rather, not even livestock.

The magic circle was set up, the old Taoist muttered, and then a gust of yin wind blew into the hall from outside the main hall, and even circled around Wei Xi, letting out bursts of whimpering, like a ghost crying.

Wei Xi felt that his eyes were getting heavier and heavier in this whimpering surrounding, as if he was about to fall asleep, he Nu

Li opened his eyes, but his eyes still began to blur involuntarily.

Wei Xi suddenly saw the figure of the young man.

At this time, he was already sitting cross-legged on the side of Wei Xi's head in the support of Fan Yang'a and Liu Jinkui, with a blank face.

At this moment, a sharp pain suddenly hit Wei Xi's body, even if he was so weak, he was stimulated by this sharp pain and suddenly screamed!

It's like an inexplicable force crushing back and forth on his **, the internal organs are churned back and forth under this power, and the muscles and skin of the whole body seem to be torn apart, which is more painful than a thousand cuts!

Wei Xi's body was stimulated by this sharp pain and tensed up at the moment, like a full bowstring, which was already so tense that it could break at any time!

The four steel nails were almost unstable, Fan Yang'a and Liu Jinkui hurriedly made a move, slapped out with both palms, and fixed the nails down a few points again.

Wei Xi's screams stopped abruptly, because as the severe pain continued, an inexplicable aura began to accumulate in his heart. This thing seemed to be squeezed out of the internal organs of his body by this inexplicable force, and it was blocked in Wei Xi's chest!

More and more, more and more!

Wei Xi's throat was blocked by this thing, and he couldn't howl at all, so painful that he couldn't help but struggle, but to no avail!

At a certain moment, as if he had broken through a certain limit, Wei Xi suddenly began to vomit, but nothing came out.

No, he vomited, and he felt that inexplicable thing gushing out with his vomit, as if he had found an outlet and kept gushing out of her mouth.

With the beginning of catharsis, Wei Xi felt as if his last vitality was being stripped out with such a thing, and he knew in his heart that when such a thing was completely lost, he was afraid that he would also die.

But now he not only did not lament, but also had a touch of happiness in his heart.

Finally going to die.

Wei Xi opened his eyes in a daze, wanting to see what this thing was, his body told himself that this thing was very important to him, and he couldn't lose it, he couldn't lose it!

The focus of his eyes gradually became clear, and it was a golden mist that suspended over the entire hall, reflecting the hall as bright as a starry sky.

A faint dragon-shaped phantom wandered in it, although it was still mighty, but it could not hide the tiredness in its eyes.

And little by little, these breaths began to merge with the young man, although the speed was very slow, but as time went by, it seemed to fit naturally, faster and faster, faster and faster!

Wei Xi suddenly realized that this was his own human emperor's spirit.

What they want is their own human and imperial spirit!

Wei Xi subconsciously wanted to struggle, but completely dispelled this idea in an instant. He understood that this young man was probably the descendant of Emperor Taizu of the Great Wei Dynasty, the true Wei family bloodline who escaped under the protection of Fan Yang's ancestor.

They want their own emperor's temperament because they want him to regain the throne and restore the rivers and mountains of their Wei family.

But what does this have to do with me?

I'm going to die.

Wei Xi's eyes blurred for a while, and at the last moment, he only saw a weak dragon shadow, which quietly integrated into the young man's body.