Chapter 940 The Statue of the Prince

Yang Gan looked at the two people on the ground, especially the silent old mother's twitching body. He frowned slightly, flashing a hint of worry, and gave instructions to Zhuang Tong who was scratching his head.

"Feed them two pills, and we have to escort them to Beijing. You are a bit too harsh. Don't accidentally get them killed. That will be a bit troublesome!"

Zhuang Tong glanced at the two weak-breathing people, with a hint of complaint on his face. He took out a white jade bottle from his arms, opened the cork, and poured out two round, blood-red pills with a medicinal fragrance. After floating out, Zhuang Tong knelt down, opened their mouths full of blood, and threw a pill into each of their mouths. Their blood energy was replenished, and their faces suddenly became much rosier. But he still couldn't move.

Zhuang Tong then stood up, looked down at the two of them with a curse, and complained.

"What a waste of my best Blood Ginseng Pill!"

Yang Gan saw that Zhuang Tong had finished his work and that the two of them were out of danger, so he spoke.

"You take them two, let's go in and see what's in this cult's lair!"

Yang Qian took the lead and walked towards the house where the two jumped out, strolling leisurely all the way, without any sense of urgency of being in the enemy's nest, like a spring outing.

After arriving in the room, Yang Gan looked at the evil beings from Wusheng Dao and Vacuum Dao who were stunned by him. They fell to the ground in dense numbers, blocking the road. Yang Qian stepped on them without any hesitation and walked towards them. Keep walking inside.

In the center of the room is a special statue of a god, which is covered with the power of faith incense. It is lifelike, like a true god, with a strange light in its eyes.

Zhuang Tong held the two cult leaders in his hands, stood behind Yang Gan, looked at the statue with wide eyes, and said in surprise.

"This statue is somewhat similar to Wangyeyou. Is it possible that the true god they believe in is Wangyeyou?"

Yang Gan turned around and rolled his eyes at Zhuang Tong. Zhuang Tong's brain circuit sometimes really made Yang Gan feel speechless. He glared at Zhuang Tong with disgust, walked around the statue and looked around, and then he seemed to have something to say. Thinking, an unexpected look flashed in his eyes, and he spoke.

"This is the statue of Prince Yang Yuan. Engraved on the back of the statue is Yang Yuan's birthday. We are brothers after all, so it's normal to have similar looks!"

Zhuang Tong suddenly realized and realized that the statue was indeed more like a prince. He looked at it carefully for a moment and then asked Yang Qian for instructions.

"Your Majesty, should we take this statue back and use it as evidence that the prince has evil intentions?"

Yang Gan shook his head, rejected Zhuang Tong's proposal, and spoke directly to the statue.

"Yang Yuan, since your thoughts are pinned on this statue, why don't you take action? Otherwise, I will really bring this statue back to Yujing City. If the world knows about it, the inanimate way and vacuum prevailing in the south The Taoist cult is actually supported by Prince Daqian, so its position will inevitably be unstable, even if the father wants to protect you, there is nothing he can do!"

Zhuang Tong was shocked and threw aside the Wusheng Old Mother and Vacuum Dharma King in his hands, and was about to protect Yang Gan.

Yang Qian stretched out his hand slightly to block him behind him and said.

"Just keep an eye on these two, and I'll take care of the rest!"

As soon as Yang Qian finished speaking, a strong wave of thoughts suddenly appeared in the statue. This thought was different from that of Wusheng Old Mother and others before. It did not give people a cold feeling. The thoughts were pure yang, just like the blood of a warrior. It gives people a masculine and warm feeling. More than ten thousand thoughts flew out of the statue, forming the image of Prince Yang Yuan in the void. He was wearing an imperial robe and a purple gold imperial crown. He was majestic and had divine eyes. Deep as the sea, without any waves, the emperor's mouth opened slightly, and a majestic voice sounded.

"Yang Qian, you are so brave. You actually dare to break into the Inanimate and Vacuum Paths. You will definitely not be able to come back today!"

Yang Gan glanced at the prince Yang Yuan who had the idea, curled his lips in disdain, and sneered with disdain.

"Now you are just a second calamity ghost immortal, your thoughts are shining brightly. The energy, blood and fist intention of ordinary martial saints have no effect on your thoughts. Your strength is pretty good, but you are not yet strong enough to fight against your thoughts. The rampant realm before me!"

Yang Gan's face darkened as he spoke, he clenched his right hand into a fist, and blasted away Yang Gan's thoughts without any trace of energy or blood.

Crown Prince Yang Yuan's expression changed. He didn't expect that Yang Qian could see his own level of strength at a glance, and he was not surprised at all. When he saw Yang Qian taking the initiative, his body dissipated and turned into a huge handprint. The pattern was clearly visible, emitting Buddha light, and a ten-thousand-character Buddha seal appeared in the palm of his hand, faintly affecting the surrounding void. It was more than ten times more powerful than the previous Vacuum Grand Mudra of King Vacuum, and faced Yang Qiang's fist.

"Bo!"

It was as easy as a stone breaking the calmness of the water. Yang Qian's fist directly punched through the large vacuum handprint, turning it into scattered thoughts again. The memory on the thoughts was directly erased, and gradually began to turn into transparent light spots and disappear. In the void.

"However, even the thoughts of a mere second calamity ghost and fairy dare to be unrestrained in front of me. The damage this time is enough to make Yang Yuan be honest for a while!"

Thousands of miles away in Yujing City, in the East Palace Bedroom, Prince Yang Yuan's body swayed, his face turned pale, without any blood. He quickly took out the jade bottle from his arms and poured all the purple ginseng and blood-nourishing pills into his mouth. , then he stopped moving, a trace of blood gradually appeared on his face, he pressed his head with a splitting headache, and said in surprise.

"The tens of thousands of thoughts I placed on the statue were wiped out by others, which greatly damaged my strength. I don't know when I will recover. It seems that the inanimate and vacuum paths are in danger!"

The staff around the prince were shocked when they heard this, and quickly asked worriedly.

"Your Highness, will this affect your practice of the Future Lifeless Sutra?"

The prince's raised eyebrows gradually relaxed, he waved his hand and said indifferently.

"It doesn't matter, I have collected enough power of faith and incense to become the incarnation of the Nine-Dao Doumu Xuanling True God. The Inanimate Dao and the Vacuum Dao have no use anymore. If they are gone, they are gone. I just don't know who they are. The one who took action actually wiped out my thoughts!"

Nine colorful haloes of light suddenly appeared behind the prince's head, which was the symbol of the successful cultivation of the nine external incarnations in the Future Immortal Sutra. Immortal sounds were faintly heard in the void, and the ceiling fell, and the appearance of a true immortal suddenly appeared.

When the staff saw this, they felt a flash of admiration and breathed a sigh of relief. Only then did they start thinking about possible candidates. A domineering figure suddenly appeared in their minds, and they couldn't help but guess.

"Prince, could it be the hand of Jade Prince Yang Gan?"