Fantasy: The opening pushes the ages

The two looked at each other and shook their heads tacitly.

Such a powerful existence can destroy the Cangyu Holy Land with just one breath.

In Chen Tai'er's eyes, not to mention Yang Zhifeng, the entire Cangyu Holy Land was nothing more than ants, and he wouldn't even notice it.

Don't say it wasn't done by Chen Tai'a, even if it was true, what can they say?

revenge?

Don't even think about it, if you don't beg Chen Tai'er to be merciful and spare the Cang Yu Holy Land, it would be considered decent. If Yang Qiu offended Chen Tai'er without knowing the severity, and Chen Tai'er was implicated in the Cang Yu Holy Land in a fit of anger, it would be a great deal for them It is undoubtedly a catastrophe.

Thinking of this, with Yang Zhifeng's disposition, cold sweat broke out on his back.

He said: "Don't mention these things again...don't mention them again."

Yang Hao understood what Yang Zhifeng was thinking, nodded, and immediately said: "Then old ancestor, do you need to explain this matter to the elders?"

Yang Zhifeng glanced at him and said: "If you are not afraid of offending Mrs. Chen, then go ahead and do it. The old man doesn't care about you, but if it involves Cangyu Holy Land, then don't blame me for being ruthless."

Feeling the murderous intent, Yang Hao couldn't help swallowing, lowered his head and said, "The villain knows how to do it."

After he finished speaking, he strode back out.

In a certain place, that Chen Tai'a who was always missed by the elders of the Cangyu Holy Land stood in front of the window and sneezed several times. He didn't know how many scapegoats he had on his back, and thought he had a cold, so he hurriedly pulled the old man on his body. clothes.

Inside the hall

After Yang Hao left, Yang Zhifeng went to the ancestral hall.

When the elders saw Yang Zhifeng coming, they greeted him one after another.

Before he could speak, Yang Zhifeng said first: "The most urgent task is to select someone to preside over the overall situation. In the huge Cangyu Holy Land, there cannot be no leaders."

Someone was very good at seeing colors, and quickly knelt down and shouted: "I hope that the old ancestor will come out of the mountain and take up the post of Holy Master again, so that we, Cangyu Sheng, can safely get through this difficult time."

Seeing this, the people at the side knelt down after a little hesitation.

They all knew in their hearts that in this situation, only Yang Zhifeng had the prestige and ability to control the situation.

Yang Yunjie's death has not been investigated clearly yet, the Holy Master Yang Qiu died in Tianfeng Pavilion in a strange way, and it was still under the personal protection of a saint and strong man.

In this way, it is inevitable that people will panic.

Even if the Elders Council appeared in time to curb the spread of rumors, the news was still unavoidable.

Although it was already midnight, it was still known to everyone in just an hour.

Whether it is the disciples of the Cangyu Holy Land, or the forces attached to the Cangyu Holy Land, there is no sleepiness at all at this moment.

They knew in their hearts that such a big commotion in the Cangyu Holy Land might be fatal.

Yang Zhifeng kept a cold face and didn't answer for a while.

Not to mention the advanced age, considering the current situation, he is not sure that Cangyu Holy Land can survive safely. After all, their opponent is Chen Tai'a, the number one expert from the Great Qin Region.

Seeing that Yang Zhifeng did not speak, everyone panicked.

Someone said loudly: "Old Ancestor, when my Cangyu Holy Land is in danger, if the Ancestor does not take the overall situation into consideration, it will be in danger of being overthrown immediately. I hope the Ancestor will think twice."

"Grandfather, think twice."

……

Yang Zhifeng sighed helplessly, and said: "The old man is old, so he can only live behind the scenes, and someone has to come out on the bright side."

At this time, someone said: "Hey, I suddenly remembered that the Holy Master has a cousin..."

"Yang Hao..."

Everyone looked at each other and said in unison.

Immediately, there was a sound of agreement.

In the end, everyone's eyes focused on Yang Zhifeng. After a little hesitation, Yang Zhifeng nodded and said, "It's okay for Yang Hao...I'm afraid that's the only way to do it."

The moon is dark and the wind is high.

Yang Hao stood on the top of the highest mountain in Cangyu Holy Land.

The cold wind blows on the body, and the biting cold hits the skin like steel needles.

He was condescending and looked down at everything below, and in his eyes that had always been forbearing, an uncontrollable look of ecstasy appeared at this time. Seeing that there was no one around, he looked up to the sky and laughed, tears and snot burst out together, which was a bit disgusting.

But at this time, he didn't pay much attention to these things. After cleaning his face with luxurious clothes, he lowered his face slowly and whispered: "I have finally waited for this day. God has eyes, Yang Qiu. You are finally dead, and when you die, my day will come."

He, Yang Hao, is the cousin of the contemporary Holy Master Yang Qiu.

That is to say, the person who served as the younger brother of the saint.

However, the difference is that because the father of the previous Holy Master, that is, Yang Qiu, was the only son, and his father was picked up by the older generation, in order to give him a legitimate identity, he was made an adopted son. Although he is a few years older than Yang Qiu's father, he still made his father his younger brother.

Yang Qiu's father and his father had a very deep relationship, but unfortunately, Yang Qiu's father died too early, and Yang Qiu took over his father's class when he was just ten years old, so that the relationship of the older generation had not had time to transition to They are the younger generation.

No one thought that Yang Qiu would fall down at such a young age.

Then according to seniority, he, Yang Hao, is a well-deserved heir besides Yang Qiu.

Therefore, after Yang Qiu died, Yang Hao was the most qualified candidate to be the Holy Master.

Even the ancestor Yang Zhifeng couldn't give a reason to object.

At this time, behind him, there was suddenly a strong wind blowing, mixed with a murderous aura of three or three li.

Yang Hao's eyes narrowed, and as he waved his palm, a sharp knife appeared in his hand. He looked at the dark area with a full face of wariness, and said, "Who?"

In the darkness, a person came out slowly.

This person was shrouded in darkness, as if he had merged with the darkness. In addition, his vision was already dim. If he didn't identify it carefully, he would never have guessed that there was a person there.

"Who are you? I don't know you. Wait, you don't seem to be from my Cangyu Holy Land. How did you get in?"

After Yang Hao took a look, he scolded loudly.

At the same time, he had made plans to escape in his heart.

The Hushan battle is still going on, that is to say, if this person has the ability to hide from the Hushan formation, it is definitely not something he can deal with, but fortunately, it is not very far from the ancestral hall. The elders in the ancestral hall will rush over as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, his heart is also at ease.

"It doesn't matter who I am, you just need to remember that today next year will be your death day."

Under the mask, came a gloomy voice, which was even more trembling than the cold wind on the top of the mountain.