A seal of immortality

Chapter 700 Draw a Circle and Curse You

Not long after, the young man in white and the black-faced man came to a stone room at the end of another corridor and knocked on the stone door.

A moment later, with a "bang", the stone door opened, and a man with a round face came out.

"Uncle Eighteen, Uncle Sixteen." The round-faced man saluted the two of them.

"Is there anything unusual?" The young man in white asked casually, and walked in.

The stone room is hundreds of feet in size. On the front wall is a portrait of a young man in white clothes with an elegant face looking into the distance.

Below the portrait is a long yellow wooden table with dozens of silver tablets on it, each with a name engraved on it.

Under the yellow wooden table, there is a white jade table, on which are placed more than a dozen spirit cards with aura, each with a name written on it.

More than a dozen Yang family disciples sat cross-legged on both sides, practicing meditation.

Seeing the white-clothed youth and the black-faced man walk in, everyone hurriedly stood up and said in unison: "Uncle Eighteen, Uncle Sixteen."

"Nothing unusual!" The young man in white nodded and asked casually.

"No, everything is as usual." The round-faced man replied truthfully, he hesitated for a moment, and asked cautiously: "Uncle Eighteen, what's the matter with you and Uncle Sixteen here?"

The young man in white smiled slightly, flicked his sleeves, and the stone door was closed. Immediately after he raised his right hand, three flying knives flashed out, quickly piercing through the body of the round-faced man, and shooting at the other Yang family disciples. and go.

The black-faced man also took out two blue flying knives with dim light, and slashed at his junior.

"Uncle Eighteen, Uncle Sixteen, you..." A middle-aged man's face changed drastically. Before he could finish speaking, his head was chopped off, and a large amount of blood donations rushed out.

There was a scream, and the dozen or so Yang family disciples fell into a pool of blood.

There was a ripple near the yellow wooden table, and Wang Changsheng's figure suddenly appeared nearby.

When he saw the memorial tablets of the ancestors of the Yang family on the yellow wooden table, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Yang Qian, I want you to pay with blood. You ruined my family, and I want you to taste what it feels like to be ruined." Wang Changsheng murmured to himself, his eyes full of killing intent.

After finishing speaking, he took out a heavy storage bag from his arms, and poured it down. After the sun rolled up, a large pile of things appeared on the ground.

Wang Changsheng drew a circle several feet in size on the ground, took out hundreds of mid-level spirit stones, buried them in the circle, and buried materials from the ground around the circle, with the Blood Flame Stone and Wraith Sand impressively inside.

He wants to set up a formation, and use it to use the black witch secret technique to destroy the only remaining Nascent Soul cultivator of the Yang family.

Most of the witchcraft needs the blood or hair of the enemy, but these witchcraft also need Gu insects as a medium. Some secret arts of black witches do not need the blood or hair of the enemy, and the spell of intervening is one of them.

The elemental magic spell requires the cooperation of the blood of the enemy's descendants, using the descendants as the medium to kill the enemy with the help of the formation spell.

In order to set up this formation, Wang Changsheng spent nearly a million spirit stones to buy materials. As long as he kills the only remaining Nascent Soul cultivator of the Yang family, the others will be nothing to worry about. At that time, the people of the Yang family will be on the chopping block The meat of the fish will be slaughtered by Wang Changsheng.

Wang Changsheng has a crazy plan, the premise is that he needs to quietly destroy the Yang family's Nascent Soul cultivator.

It took him half an hour to set up the formation.

"How long will it take you to meet your ancestor?" Wang Changsheng turned his head and directed at the black-faced man.

"About fifteen minutes." The black-faced man replied truthfully.

"Okay, now you go to see your ancestor immediately. Remember, no third person is allowed to be present. If his Nascent Soul escapes from the body, you will destroy his Nascent Soul. Remember not to damage the corpse, bring the corpse back .” Wang Changsheng ordered.

The black-faced man nodded, opened the stone door and left.

After the black-faced man left, Wang Changsheng took out a set of array flags and spread them near the stone gate. After he counted formulas and hit a three-color array board.

With a flash of inspiration, three light curtains of different colors, blue, red and blue, suddenly appeared on the stone gate.

Wang Changsheng nodded in satisfaction, and asked the young man in white to take off his clothes and stand in the center of the circle.

In a certain secret room, a big black-faced man was telling something to the old man in yellow robe.

"Old ancestor, when the grandson sent Senior Wang to Yingxian Pavilion just now, he asked his grandson that there is only one Nascent Soul cultivator in your Yang family! It stands to reason that the Taiqing Palace should know that we only have one Nascent Soul cultivator left. Why would he ask this question? The more the grandson thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, so he came here to report to the ancestor." The black-faced man said every word with a very serious expression.

"He really said that?" the old man in yellow robe said with a frown.

"Yes, I asked the patrol disciple who was in charge of receiving him. It is said that Senior Wang once asked if there were any foreign monks entering our Baiwu Island, but the patrol disciple didn't say anything." The black-faced man nodded and continued.

Hearing this, the yellow-robed old man's face darkened, and he said: "You call that disciple here immediately, and let Tiansheng..."

Before he finished speaking, his face became distorted, and dense blood-colored runes suddenly appeared on his body. He felt that the blood in his body seemed to rush out of his body, and at the same time, an inexplicable energy ran wildly in his body.

The yellow-robed old man's complexion changed drastically, and he shouted loudly, mobilizing the mana in his body to suppress this energy.

Seeing this scene, the black-faced man looked as usual and remained motionless.

On the other side, Wang Changsheng sat cross-legged on the ground, and the naked young man in white stood in the center of the formation.

Wang Changsheng muttered something, and quickly made a formula with his ten fingers. One after another formula hit the formation, and dense blood-colored runes shot out from the surrounding ground and penetrated into the body of the young man in white.

The young man in white had his eyes closed, his face contorted, and his veins bulged, as if he was suffering some kind of pain.

As soon as Wang Changsheng's incantation stopped, several formulas hit the formation.

A ray of blood suddenly shot up from the feet of the young man in white, and a large mass of blood-colored runes surged out from all around, and quickly penetrated into the young man in white.

The body of the young man in white swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye, and dense bloody runes covered his skin.

In the secret room, the yellow-robed old man held his head in both hands, rolling over and over on the ground, his face was distorted, bloody runes were all over his skin, and blood spilled from his mouth, nose and eyes.

The yellow-robed old man only felt that the energy and blood in his body was surging, as if his body was about to burst, a stern look flashed in his eyes.

A miniature baby who looked exactly like him jumped out of his body, holding a yellow throwing knife in his hand, and rushed straight at the big black-faced man.

At this time, he can't care about any family affection.

The moment his Nascent Soul left his body, his body suddenly burst into blood, and a large mass of blood-colored runes gushed out, turning into a large blood-colored net, quickly enveloping him.

The face of the mini Yuanying changed drastically, and he hurriedly took out the yellow flying knife in his hand.

At this moment, two sounds of piercing through the air came, and two blue flying knives flew towards them, piercing through the body of the miniature Nascent Soul.

With a scream, the mini Nascent Soul collapsed and disappeared.

Just as the Nascent Soul of the yellow-robed old man was destroyed, a spirit tablet enshrined in the secret room of the Soul Palace suddenly shattered.

Seeing this scene, Wang Changsheng nodded in satisfaction.

At this time, the young man in white was no longer on the magic circle, and a large piece of flesh and blood suddenly scattered. While killing the old man in yellow robe, the young man in white burst and died first, and the dead could not die again.

(End of this chapter)