Feng Wushuang fulfilled all his promises to him. Not only did he pay a huge price at the last moment, he also used the return wind and fire that surpassed the grade, but he also protected the old man and the others.

"You, your wound..."

After changing his clothes, Yang Yu had no external injuries, but the old man smelled a very strong smell of blood.

A warrior cannot control his own blood and energy. How can he not know what this means?

"It's good that you're fine."

Soothing the frightened mother-in-law, Yang Yu's heart was filled with gloom. Even though he was seriously injured, he felt very peaceful.

"It's the seal of sacrifice again..."

Silently letting go of his hand, Qin Si's forehead was sweating and her face turned pale:

"How could there be such a powerful self-sacrifice seal?"

Holding her warm little hand with her backhand and not allowing her to try in vain, Yang Yu comforted her softly:

"Let's talk about it when we go home."

"Um……"

Even though he was extremely worried, Qin Si still nodded obediently, without saying much, but just followed him, silently tried and thought about the solution.

For others, the inability to solve the problem of sacrificing one's body seal will surely die in extreme suffering, which is naturally nothing to her.

Using magical powers, she can even turn harm into benefits, transforming the huge energy in the seal of sacrifice for herself and helping those in the seal of the seal to break through the realm.

only,

This seal of self-sacrifice is really powerful beyond imagination.

If the body-sacrificing seal that Yang Yu Zengzhe, that was just a drop of water, then at this moment, it was like a river of heaven rolling and a vast ocean.

With her magical power level at this time, she was unable to reverse it...

But if it turns around...

...

...

Huh!

The cold wind blew, and heavy snow fell into the empty city.

The joy of family reunion turned into depression under such dead silence. Looking down at the city walls through the window, Yang Yu was speechless.

"There is a magical illusion under Dingyang City, which is suspected to be left by Taizu Zhang Yuanzhu. The old witch sacrificed the entire city with blood, which is also related to this illusion..."

Wang Muzhi put down the document and sighed:

"There are only more than 10,000 people living in a city with millions of households, and most of them were not in the city that day..."

silence.

Behind the cold words on the file are millions of deaths. Whether it is Yang Yu, Wang Muzhi, Qi Daoguang, Yu Baimei, Lu Qingting, Jiang Wuyang and others who are in the room, they all feel depressed.

"Old thief, damn it!"

Qi Daoguang couldn't suppress his anger, but he had nowhere to vent, so he only made the "crack" of Fang Tian's painting halberd.

"She should have died long ago, but..."

Yu Baimei sighed:

"But she is probably not dead yet."

"None dead yet?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the room had their expressions changed, Jiang Wuyang and Lu Qingting were even more shocked.

"She is not dead."

Yang Yu turned around, looked at everyone, and told the "Nine Generations of Fighting Immortals".

"impossible!"

Qi Daoguang's complexion turned blue:

"It is impossible for her to have eight such powerful incarnations. Even if she has lived for three thousand years, it is impossible!"

"good."

Yu Baimei nodded, he glanced at Yang Yu, who was pale and talked about the secrets in the door:

"More than a thousand years ago, in order to kill this beast, the ancestors traveled all over the world's famous mountains and rivers. They met in some illusion, Bodhidharma..."

Pingdu Mountain?

Yang Yu's eyes moved, but he didn't speak.

Everyone in the room also thought patiently and listened to Yu Baimei's talk.

“…According to the ancestors, the old witch was once one of the three thousand alchemists sent by Emperor Qin to the sea, and gained luck on the East China Sea.

No one knows what she got. Perhaps it is what Yang Daxia said to fight for the Nine-Year Immortal..."

Organizing the language, Yu Baiyue looked calm:

"The ancestor met Bodhidharma, and after talking to each other, they found that although they both met the old witch, they were not alone!

The ancestor later visited famous mountains and confirmed the words left by many ancestors..."

"She really has nine incarnations?"

Jiang Wuyang's heart was trembling.

In the battle yesterday, his energy and spirit were almost destroyed, and the old witch's mighty power had already surpassed Zhang Xuanba.

What's even more terrifying is that under the Taoist technique, a group of people could not be hurt at all except for being beaten.

This is because the person is not good at attacking and killing Taoism. Otherwise, they would probably have been wiped out without waiting for Yang Yu to arrive.

If there are nine such incarnations...

"She is indeed not a single body, but no one knows how many she has. According to the ancestor, the old woman will be born every few hundred years, and will even marry and have children. In the end, she will kill her parents, brothers, husbands and children and return..."

Yu Baimei's expression is complicated:

"For thousands of years, I have been scattered in the world and are also related to it... In the past thousand years, I have discovered three suspected old witches who have lived in the past..."

Speaking of this, he paused slightly and looked at Yang Yu:

"The last time she was born before was probably about a hundred years. The one she chose that time should be..."

"Taoist Zhenyan!"

Yang Yu spoke indifferently, but guessed this.

"good!"

Yu Baimei was a little surprised, but she didn't ask any more questions and continued:

"So, this old witch may have several bodies, but it is impossible for them to be so powerful. At least, there will be no incarnation within a hundred years!"

Yu Baimei was very sure of this sentence.

"What we saw yesterday must be the original deity of the old witch three thousand years ago, otherwise, it would be impossible to be so powerful!"

"That's the case..."

At this point, the expressions of the people in the room were relieved.

"It's true."

Yu Yang couldn't help but nod.

If the old woman's incarnation was as powerful as yesterday, Dao Ren Lin would never be able to retreat from Dayan Mountain.

He doesn't have to wait until the Zhenyan Taoist is seriously injured before he launches a sneak attack and captures it.

"Even so, this old thief must die!"

Qidaoguang said in a deep voice:

"I will return to my family immediately and mobilize people to search for the traces of this old thief. If you find it, how dare you kill this thief together?"

Inside the house, there was a brief silence.

Jiang Wuyang's breathing was slightly stagnant, but he still gritted his teeth:

"Before the change of heaven, if you can't kill this thief, I'm afraid that we will die at his hands. Mr. Jiang, do it!"

fear.

He was naturally afraid. After the war yesterday, Wulongsheng, Cheng Yiyuan turned around and left, not daring to stay for a moment.

How can he not be afraid?

But he understood even more how terrifying it would be if this old guy lived until the sky changed...

You must know that the one that restricts Taoism has always been spiritual qi!
To be continued...