Abandoning concubines and raising children to seize the throne

Ashlan and Ye Zhan also felt uncomfortable. Their breaths fluctuated, obviously affected by each other's aura.

"who are you?"

Hearing him mention the word "小", Ye Jingyu suddenly remembered the jade seal that Yin Qingxuan picked up.

There is also a Chinese character "Xiao" engraved on it.

Could it be that this old man is related to the jade seal of Shengyin Pavilion?

The people in the sky lowered their heads slightly, with arrogant eyes, as if they were looking at a bunch of ants.

"You still have the nerve to ask me who I am? If it weren't you..."

The old man said half-way, then suppressed the words again in his throat.

He snorted coldly and said, "I'll deal with you after I deal with this piece of trash."

With a flick of his finger, the black tube came to his lips. A burst of strange music floated out of the black tube, and everyone suddenly felt a sharp pain in their heads.

Fangruo had been disabled in martial arts and had no ability to resist. At that time, her eyes turned black and she fainted on the ground.

Ye Jingyu and Ye Zhan were also very uncomfortable, so they quickly sat on the ground and used their skills to resist.

I have been sweating for two days, this old guy really attacks indiscriminately.

But there was no difference. The one who suffered the most among these people was Ashlan. Her body felt like thousands of needles pricking her body, and the joints on her body seemed to be connected together by needles and threads, making her unable to move at all.

This is the first time that Aslan has encountered such a thing since she traveled around the world. This is a kind of fear that comes from the soul, and Aslan's scalp can't help but feel numb.

I couldn't help but said sternly: "Who are you? What grudges do I have with you?"

The old man didn't want to pay attention to him at all and continued to play the instrument. Ashilan suddenly trembled in pain and rolled on the ground in embarrassment.

That kind of pain was not a physical pain. If it were just that, Ashlan could bear it.

He has been undergoing inhuman training since he was a child, and he has suffered all kinds of physical and physical pain, but today it is very different.

The pain seemed to pierce into his soul, making him unbearable and he couldn't help but groan.

"Old man, let me go. I'm from the Xiaoyao Sect. If you dare to offend me, I will definitely make you look good."

Ashlan was unforgiving, but every time he spoke a word, he would spit out a mouthful of blood, as if all the blood in his body was rushing to his throat, and he couldn't control it at all.

The land in front of him was soon clear with blood, and the thick smell of blood spread around him.

Ye Jingyu's heart went cold when he saw it. There was such a powerful piece of music in this world. It seemed that this person was indeed related to Shengyin Pavilion.

Ye Zhan was equally horrified.

His master is already considered the best in the sect, but if he can only rely on a musical instrument to torment people to this point, he may not be able to do it.

The uncle and nephew could not help but exchange a look, and at the same time they thought of leaving, but their buttocks seemed to be rooted in the ground and could not be lifted up at all.

In shock, the music stopped.

Ashlan was spitting out blood, and her face was as pale as paper, which was very scary.

The old man flew down from the sky, landed firmly in front of Ashlan, and then kicked him out several meters away.

"The Xiaoyao Sect is just a crooked sect, and everyone will punish it. Since you are from there, you deserve to die even more."

After the old man finished speaking, he kicked out again. Although the distance was far away, Ashlan was kicked a few steps again, and two mouthfuls of bright red blood spurted out. The whole person was like a bloody man, embarrassed and terrifying.

Since acquiring the skill from the old ghost for decades, Ashlan can almost be called an invincible existence among his peers. However, at this moment, he is like a child who has just learned to walk, standing in front of an adult, unable to even fight back. arrive.

Such a blow made Ashlan's eyes bloodshot and terrifying.

"Who the hell are you?"

The old man smiled coldly.

"Haven't you been looking for Feng Yiqin all this time, but you still don't know who I am?"

Ashilan stared hard, like a dying fish. He tried his best to ask, "Could it be that... you are Pavilion Master Xiao of Shengyin Pavilion?"

"Even if you still have some knowledge, then just suffer death!"

The old man took another step forward, and the ground shook slightly with his steps, and the dead leaves on the trees fell one after another.

Ashlan said hurriedly: "Wait a minute, I am not really a member of the Xiaoyao Sect. I still ask my seniors to stay alive."

The old man looked at him coldly and said with a serious look: "Killing you means I have repaid Ye Jingyu's favor. It has nothing to do with who you are."

He slowly raised his hand, and Ashilan suddenly felt as if his head was being pinched by an invisible big hand. As long as the other party squeezed it gently, his head would break into countless pieces.

This feeling made him panic. If his head was gone, everything would be lost.

He used the strength to shout: "Slow down, a dirty person like me is really not worthy of senior's personal action. If senior can trust me, I am willing to kill myself with my own hands."

The old man said nothing, but stood still.

If he personally killed this junior, it would indeed be beneath his status.

Ashlan was quite neat. He took a deep breath, pulled out a dagger from his boot, and stabbed himself in the heart.

Ye Jingyu and Ye Zhan were both stunned for a moment. No one expected that he would be so straightforward and actually commit suicide.

Perhaps he had used some kind of deception. Ye Jingyu stood up bravely and walked to Ashlan to take a look.

I felt his pulse again and found that he was indeed dead and his body was slowly getting cold.

Unexpectedly, this evil-doing bitch could die so easily. He turned around and slightly cupped his hands towards the old man.

"Thank you senior for your help."

The old man slowly turned towards him and suddenly clapped his hands twice.

Ye Jingyu stood on his heels, because no matter what method he came up with, he could not avoid it, let alone block it.

I didn't expect that I would die at the hands of such a madman today. No wonder he was so reluctant to let go of Xuan'er. He must have had a premonition somewhere.

However, he does not regret leaving the palace. Being able to destroy Ashlan should be his last contribution to the Great Zhou Dynasty. He believes that Xuan'er will help him govern the country and will also help him cultivate Zhao'er into a Excellent and good emperor.

Imagining his son wearing a dragon robe and sitting in the Golden Palace, Ye Jingyu raised the corners of his mouth and showed a bitter smile.

The next moment, two screams were heard, and those two little days were turned into pulp by these two palms.

"I will kill the scum of Dongliu every time I see them."

The old man looked coldly at the meat scraps falling from the sky, with a burst of unspeakable hatred in his eyes.

Ye Jingyu suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. A gust of cold wind blew, and he couldn't help but shiver. Unknowingly, his back was soaked.

Just as he was about to say thanks again, the old man stretched out his hand and grabbed his collar.

He said coldly: "I want your blood, this is the only value of your life!"