Chapter 709

To the east of the ancestral land of the Yang family stands a palace group second only to the family discussion hall, which is the busiest place of the Yang family now.

This is the residence of Prince Yang liudao.

Yang liudao is holding a grand banquet in his immortal hall. The participants in this banquet are the best people in each room and branch of the Yang family.

The whole fairy hall is beautiful. The dining table, wine utensils and even the futon on the ground are the best fairy utensils. All kinds of treasures are the most precious treasures in the fairy world. They are made into decorative objects to dress up the palace.

The news that the Yang family suffered a great loss in the broken wind city. The closure of the Yang family seems to have no impact on Yang liudao at all. Moreover, he is in the Yang family, and no one dares to take care of him now.

He is the future Lord of heaven chosen by the saint himself. Who dares to control him?

Countless precious ingredients were continuously sent up, and countless precious nectar and jade liquid were sent up. Dozens of national fairies were dancing in the middle of the hall. The hall echoed with strong wine and meat fragrance, as well as all kinds of wild laughter and startling voices.

Yang liudao was wearing a snow-white robe, disheveled and flushed. He was kneading a fairy in one hand and holding a glass of wine in the other hand. He sat on the high throne, as if he had really ascended the throne of the emperor of heaven, with a proud and high spirited face.

The dozens of young people closest to him kept flattering and flattering at his feet, which made Yang liudao feel comfortable with 36000 pores all over his body. The feeling of being immortal was so enjoyable.

Thinking that the whole fairyland was controlled by him alone, that he was the master of the fairyland selected by the sage, and that even the master of the family had to treat him kindly in front of him, Yang liudao could not wait to roar now.

Cool!

This feeling is really great.

His soul seemed to fly.

Think about him before, he was just a trivial existence among the young generation of the Yang family. Although he was also a core clan, the talented people of his same generation have cultivated the three grades of Jinxian. Most of them are congenital or low-level Jinxian. Only he has been the nine grades of Tianxian since he passed the Tianxian robbery.

Even he survived the celestial robbery by cheating.

The only thing Yang liudao could think of was that he would eat and die in the family all his life.

But now, he is different. He is the Lord of heaven selected by the saint.

Happiness came suddenly. He is now the sixth prince, and the gap between him and Yang liudao is almost unknown.

This is a supreme enjoyment.

On Yang liudao's handsome face, bursts of happy smiles appeared again. Looking at his arrogant brother in front of him, he nodded and bowed to himself now. The feeling of being superior made him incomparably enjoy it.

Just as the banquet was about to reach its climax, a man came in slowly from the door of the hall.

At the beginning, no one noticed his existence, but when everyone saw this man, they were scared and dared not speak again.

A tall, handsome middle-aged man was wearing a noble robe, and the jade belt around his waist was inlaid with exquisite gemstones. In the eyes of the middle-aged man, his eyes were like essence. As long as he looked at them, he immediately lost all his courage.

In the hall, the strongest strength was the guards around Yang liudao. These guards knelt directly on the ground when they saw the middle-aged man, and didn't even dare to lift their heads.

The music stopped suddenly, and the dancing fairy crawled on the ground in panic.

All the young people attending the banquet quickly knelt down. Only Yang liudao flashed a disdainful smile on his face, then released the fairy in his hand and slowly stood up from the throne.

He didn't mean to go down to greet the salute, but stood so condescending in front of the throne.

Yang Yanzong slowly walked under the throne and looked up at Yang liudao.

Both of them have a waterfall of long black hair, eyes and looks.

Yang liudao nodded to Yang Yanzong with a hint of grace on his face and said:

"Master, you come to me. What can I do for you?"

There was no change in Yang Yanzong's expression on his face, but there were two more in his eyes, which were extremely disdainful, sarcastic and with a trace of gloomy eyes.

He looked at Yang liudao and said calmly:

"Do you know what happened to the family recently? Do you know why the family declared closure? "

Yang liudao laughed and said arrogantly:

"These things are your business, but not mine. I just need to be my heir to the emperor of heaven. At that time, the whole fairyland will be mine. Can't the master handle these little things well?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, if the owner can't handle the family affairs well, it's better to abdicate and give way to the virtuous! The Yang family is full of talents. They don't lack you. "

Yang liudao looked at Yang Yanzong with a smile:

"I heard that Yang Xiaojun was also expelled from prison by you. Do you want to blame him for this, or do you want to do something to me? I am...! "

On Yang Yanzong's body, the unique authority of Da Luo Jinxian suddenly dispersed. Everyone in the whole hall, including the escort whose strength reached the three grades of Da Luo Jinxian, felt that his chest had been hit hard, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

All the palaces of Yang liudao were turned into powder under his authority. Everything within a radius of 100000 kilometers, including the immortal servants and fairies close to Yang liudao, were terrified.

Yang liudao was grabbed by Yang Yanzong's neck, just like the murderous spirit in essence, which scared Yang liudao out of his wits. His two hands desperately grabbed the hand that Yang Yanzong held his neck. He was only the ninth grade of Tianxian. How could he be the opponent of Da Luo Jinxian.

Feeling that his hands were slowly tightening, Yang liudao was so frightened that he howled miserably:

"How dare you kill me? I am the Lord of heaven. I am the emperor of heaven appointed by the saints. Do you... Dare you kill me? "

Yang Yanzong looked at Yang liudao in his hand indifferently, then ironically shook his head and said faintly:

"Lord of heaven? Emperor of heaven? Hehe, you are just a useless waste. Do you know that Taoist Qiu is the lower bound Yang Qiu, a monk in the Mahayana period, who can make my Yang family suffer such a big loss and cut off a thousand immortal states of my Yang family. Look at the waste like you and Yang Xiaojun, who claim to be a family genius. Compared with Yang Qiu, you are a mass of shit! crown prince? Just like you, you deserve a crown prince called shit? Do you really think it's the saint who took a fancy to a waste like you? What if I killed you? "

Yang liudao was so frightened that he peed in his pants. He really felt Yang Yanzong's killing intention. At this time, a voice sounded:

"Yanzong, stop! Come here! "

Yang Yanzong was stunned. He left Yang liudao in disgust, turned and left:

"If the family holds you up, you are the heir of the emperor of heaven. If the family does not hold you up, you are a pig. For a waste like a stupid pig, you have dirty hands."