soul ferry

"That day Empress Xiao changed her makeup, drove to the gate of the palace, stopped and walked slowly, gracefully, and walked into Danchi, a stone's throw away from the front of the hall. Emperor Yang raised his eyes and saw that there was indeed a woman with a graceful attitude. , the light dust dazzles the eye, slowly walks into the hall step by step, and prostrates himself on the ground. Emperor Yang was overjoyed: "There is such a woman in the harem, hurry up and get flat. "Said it three times in a row, but the woman could not fall down. Emperor Yang stepped down from the imperial seat, and the imperial hand helped her. The woman stood up and stood with her head bowed. Emperor Yang recognized it carefully, and laughed loudly: "It turns out that she is the imperial wife. She is clever and clever. Think about it! "

Official Zhao followed Yang Guang to a mansion, he thought that Yang Guang would go straight to the imperial city, if that was the case, he would wait for an opportunity to attack on the road, who would have thought that Yang Guang actually came to Xingdao in Chang'an City.Zhao Li was suspicious, so he simply followed Yang Guangjing to watch the changes.

"Miniang, Meiniang." Yang Guang stood in front of the gate, muttering to himself.

Seeing the plaque of "Xiao Mansion", Zhao Li understood a little bit, he really didn't expect that Emperor Yang of Sui was still an infatuated person, so he couldn't help feeling a little bit of sympathy in his heart.

It was late at night, and several night watchmen shrank at the door, chatting casually.

"Our master is really amazing. A woman in her 40s can actually fascinate the current emperor, tsk tsk." A servant said.

"That's not true. There were so many beauties in Emperor Sui Yang's harem back then, but this Xiao Mei Niang only favored one person. This woman's methods are not ordinary." Another servant said.

"Let me tell you, this beautiful woman is the reincarnation of a vixen, she's a disaster."

"How do you say this?"

"Think about it, this Xiao Meiniang followed Sui Yang Emperor, and the Sui Dynasty fell; after following Yu Wenhuaji, Yuwen and his son were separated; after following Dou Jiande, Dou Jiande also died."

"Really!"

"That's not!"

Zhao Li turned his head to look at Yang Guang, only to see that his eyes were bloodshot, the hand holding Ming Hong Dao couldn't help shaking, and the hostility around him also increased sharply.Zhao Li was in a bad mood. This was a sign that the ghost was out of control, so he hurriedly stepped forward and pressed Yang Guang's shoulder.

Yang Guang turned around slowly, his pupils had turned black, and black cracks appeared on his face and neck. The cracks meandered down his arms, connecting with the black air of Ming Hong Dao!It turned out that the ancient gods were psychic, and they could become one with people, and the Minghong Sword was abandoned by the Yellow Emperor, so it was full of resentment, which coincided with Yang Guang's resentment for the subjugation of the country, thus producing great power.At this moment, Yang Guang broke free from Zhao Li's control, his eyes spewed fire, and the servants at the door were burned to ashes in an instant!

The ghost killed people and must not stay any longer. Zhao Li drew out his long sword and stabbed Yang Guang, hitting his heart with the sword.Guicha's weapon has aura, if it is an ordinary ghost, it must be wiped out at this time, but Yang Guang has the Minghong knife to protect his body, and he is not injured at all.

Seeing this, Zhao Li quickly drew his sword, took a step back, held the blade in both hands, and recited the mantra while gathering spiritual power, and saw the sword light flying straight towards Yang Guang.

Yang Guang didn't evade, the black energy all over his body radiated outwards, fighting against Zhao Li's sword light.

For a moment, the entire Xingdaoli was covered by dark clouds and the sky was dark. The wandering ghosts nearby couldn't withstand the huge energy impact, and let out bursts of heart-piercing wailing.

Zhao Li couldn't bear the suffering of innocent beings, so he withdrew his spiritual energy and jumped forward to meet Yang Guang.The ancient magic weapon Ming Hong Dao has been cultivated for thousands of years, Zhao Li's sword naturally cannot compete with it, and is gradually suppressed.

Yang Guangguang roared, and the black air in the sky turned into countless sharp knives, all stabbing at Zhao Li.Zhao Li couldn't dodge in time, his body was cut a few times, so he hurriedly waved his sword and withdrew from the formation.Yang Guang didn't press, but entered the house with a knife.It was midnight at this time, and everyone inside was sleeping. If Yang Guangda started to kill, the consequences would be unimaginable. Zhao Li didn't care about the pain and chased into the yard.

Yang Guang realized that waving his hand was just a palm, and Zhao Li had no choice but to accept the palm abruptly, but was shocked by the huge hostility and retreated several steps, his throat was slightly sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted to the ground.Ming Hong's knife buzzed, and a strange laugh came from the knife.

Yang Guang, or Ming Hongdao, has become a demon.

Demonic bloodthirsty, this knife has been suppressed for thousands of years, a bloody storm is imminent!

Zhao Li barely supported his body, stabilized his mind, thought about the matter until now, he had no choice but to use himself as a vessel to forcibly peel off the sword demon from Yang Guang.While Yang Guang was turning around and walking towards the East Wing, Zhao Li used all his strength to slash out with a sword. Hearing a "click", Yang Guang's hand holding the knife was cut off, black air spewed out, and the dark wind howled.

I saw that the black air all over the sky gradually gathered into a ball, which turned out to be the shape of Ming Hong Dao. This knife made of black air seemed to have eyes, and it rushed straight at Zhao Li. Zhao Li felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if It was like being torn apart, and then lost consciousness.

Without the help of the sword demon, Yang Guang, who lost his hand, fell headlong to the ground, muttering: "Miniang, why, why?" The wind blew, and he turned into a puff of smoke and dissipated. ?