Grandpa

Anger was churning in his chest, like a boiler that was under too much pressure and was about to explode, He Chongzi gritted his teeth: "Don't forget, the real dragon has a spirit, how could it be so easy for you to plot it!"

Yang Zhao was silent for a while, and the gloomy light in his eyes was even worse: "This is thanks to the great turmoil back then. The social turmoil caused people's grievances to boil, the national fortune declined, and the dragon veins that were born only a few years ago were repeatedly injured. I found a wise man with clear eyes and a bright heart, and stopped the loss in time, maybe it will not be my turn to make a move today, Yang Zhao."

"Even so, this Qinling dragon vein has shrunk for decades. It's like a poor family. You said that after decades of hard work, you can live a rich and comfortable life and directly win the 500 million grand prize to get rid of poverty. Which one would they choose?"

Hearing this, everyone present felt a chill in their hearts.

Is this still an option?

Yang Zhao was even more proud: "So senior He Chongzi, do you think that such a big gift is placed here, and with me, his self-confessed junior, sitting here, would Master Zhenlong really think so much? !"

He Chongzi's pupils tightened, and he followed Yang Zhao's line of sight. The vitality that had almost turned into substance in the pit was getting thinner, and there were waves of pleasant-sounding dragon chants in the air.

He closed his eyes, the veins on his forehead swelled out with his rough breath, and he roared angrily: "Yang Zhao, if you commit such a heinous crime, you will not be afraid of falling into the [-]th hell after death and never being reborn. ?"

"You also said that this will happen after my death." Yang Zhao smiled slightly, and then a fierce light appeared in his eyes.

He unhurriedly took out a wooden token from his pocket, and then threw it into the air forcefully.

A few glaring black lights flashed, and when I looked again, seven ghost-riding ghosts with a faint dragon aura appeared out of thin air.

He Chongzi and the others all turned blank.

As if he knew what they were thinking, Yang Zhao said happily: "Although you are now like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, you can rest assured that I will not do anything to you now." His tone became cold: "At last At least wait until you witness with your own eyes that I have destroyed the Dragon Veins of Huaguo—”

As soon as the words fell, the seven ghost controllers all flew towards a medium-sized safe not far from the pothole.

Yang Zhao turned the wheelchair slowly and followed, with a smile on his face, his tone was cold: "My Lord Zhenlong, I have not only prepared a sacrifice for you!"

While speaking, the medium-sized safe was opened by the leader of the Ghost Rider, revealing seven porcelain bottles the size of watermelons.

The whole body of the porcelain bottle is black, and a yellow talisman is sealed on the mouth of the bottle.

Shao Yunqu had a lot of thoughts in his mind.

Needless to say, the anger Yang Zhao used to lure the real dragon to show up must have been stolen from the citizens of Huaguo through the gang of beggars.

The Dragon Qi was taken from Mr. Ge under his nose, so Shao Yun went to try his best to trick Yang Zhao for it.

Now Yang Zhao can only sit in a wheelchair, which is his proud work.

So what's in those porcelain vases?

Shao Yun was in a state of confusion, and suddenly remembered that after the begging gang incident, He Wei had told him about the stolen corpses of soldiers from country R who were suppressed underground at the Anti-Japanese War Memorial Hall.

His face almost turned purple, and he almost blurted out: "No, he wants to use the fierce souls of the soldiers of country R to deal with the dragon veins!"

Yang Zhao turned his head and saw that it was Shao Yun, the surprise on his face suddenly faded, he said with a sly smile: "As expected of Master Shao, he is smart enough. It's just that it's too late for you to say this now."

While talking, he saw only the seven ghost controllers, each holding a porcelain vase, folded and floated into the pit.

Shao Yunqu's eyes were red, his teeth were numb, he almost reflexively wanted to rush forward to stop it.But he didn't expect that at the next moment, his legs went numb, and the Longwei on his back pressed him to the ground like a heavy burden.

At the same time, Daoist Xu Chengzi and others knelt down with him.

The grandpa of the Wei family was lying on the ground, listening to the gnashing of teeth around him, as if he had finally made up his mind, he smiled wryly, and murmured, "Sure enough, I'm old... it's only so useful!"

As he spoke, he panted heavily, clenched his hands into fists, followed by a flash of white light, and the figure disappeared, leaving an old cat lying on the spot.

It raised its tail, and suddenly there was a looming flame all over its body, and then the whole cat began to inflate like a balloon being inflated, and the orange color around it was slowly fading away.

Seeing this scene, the Patriarch of the Shi Family was horrified, and instantly understood what the Grandfather of the Wei Family was planning, and almost blurted out: "Uncle, you—"

Then it stopped abruptly.

What should he say, to persuade it not to burn the blood of the orange cat in its body in order to become a white tiger?

After all, without the suppression of the orange cat's bloodline, even if it can turn back into a white tiger.But how domineering the blood of the divine beast is, how could it be able to bear it with the body of an orange cat.

Its end will only explode and die.

Just as the Patriarch of the Shi family was in a trance, the old cat's body finally stopped swelling, and a rickety white tiger appeared in front of everyone. It was still lying on the ground, and with all its strength, it raised its head to the sky and roared: "Roar——"

The sound waves spread, and the space distorted for a while. He Chongzi and others suddenly felt their bodies relax, and everything they saw was clear.

He could vaguely see a golden dragon entrenched in the mountains. The golden dragon had five claws, a tiger beard and a hyena tail. It was as long as a snake, with fish scales and antlers. It opened its mouth and was about to receive two porcelain vases from the left and the right.

Probably hearing the roar of the tiger, it turned its head with a dazed expression.

The thing happened so suddenly, at this moment, Yang Zhao came back to his senses, his eyes cracked, "Quick, stuff it in—"

As soon as Jinlong turned his head, he realized that the little ghost with the smell of a cub had stuffed two small things into its mouth.

It's now!

Yang Zhao was anxious, and decided to pinch.

The talisman paper sealing the porcelain bottle exploded suddenly, and thousands of fierce spirits broke through the porcelain bottle, got into the golden dragon's body, and caused chaos everywhere.

"Roar—" Jin Long's eyes turned red instantly, his body twisted into a ball, excruciating pain.It hurriedly mobilized the dragon energy in its body to eliminate these evil spirits, but it didn't expect that at the next moment, the two ghost controllers that were free turned into a stream of light and attacked it.

The lingering Longwei spread again, and this time, He Chongzi and the others were directly crushed to the ground.

With a hoarse voice, the white tiger raised its head to the sky and roared, blocking the messy Longwei for them.

Yang Zhao was so anxious that he frantically commanded the remaining five ghost riders holding the porcelain vases: "Quick, get around, get around!"

But he didn't want He Chongzi and the others to jump up from the ground, with red eyes, he yelled loudly: "Kill—"