Zhou Yue stretched out his hand and told Shang Ying to stop his excitement: "It's useless!"
Shang Ying gritted her teeth, snorted, but obediently stopped attacking.
After a while, Shang Ying suddenly switched to another emotion and said with a sad face: "It turns out that he is under control, no wonder he would do that kind of thing."
Zhou Yue did not give a good look: "The head of the family who is a descendant of a grand master and a master in the master realm has actually become a puppet of the shadow. This is harder to be forgiven than if he directly surrendered to the shadow. The fate of your merchants has long been known before Shang Mengyang was killed by the shadow.
When the shadow takes control, it is doomed."
Shang Ying glanced at Zhou Yue and said quietly: "You also saw that it was Youying? The Immortal Organization knows so much."
The white light around the statue suddenly converged.
The woman with curly hair who had always had her back to Zhou Yue and Shang Ying turned around after completing the ceremony, with a charming smile on her face.
Zhou Yue and Shang Ying looked up and were both startled.
The woman's appearance is very similar to that of Shang Mengyang, but she has an extra exotic feel.
Zhou Yue instantly understood that this woman was not only a close relative of Shang Mengyang, but also the woman who the informant Ah Hui said was controlling everything behind the scenes.
Since they are close relatives, they will definitely not be too defensive.
This may be one of the reasons why Shang Mengyang became a puppet.
Shang Ying let out a sigh: "What a bad fate."
The woman in the center of the altar bowed to Shang Ying. After she stood up, she smiled broadly and said, "It's not only a bad fate, but also a bad debt. Descendants have seen our ancestors."
Shang Ying asked quietly: "Who are you?"
The woman smiled and said: "Returning to my ancestors, I am Shang Yonghe, the daughter of Shang Mengyang. Of course, I don't like this name very much, especially this surname. I also have another name called Rose."
Shang Ying suddenly became irritable without warning: "Rush? What a nice name? Shang Rou? Are you kidding me? My family doesn't give you meat or something? Shame on you! What a fucking embarrassment to me!"
Shang Rousi... Shang Yonghe had a stiff smile on his face. He never expected that his ancestor, who looked like an elegant girl, could be so graceless.
Zhou Yue coughed lightly: "Shang Ying, Rose means rose in the common language of the European Federation. Your descendant is a mixed race."
Shang Yonghe looked at Zhou Yue playfully.
Shang Ying frowned: "Rose? Shang Rose? Is this a nice name?"
Zhou Yue smiled and said: "Of course...it's hard to hear. I think she is neither human nor ghost, so she should be called Shang Gui Mei."
Shang Ying laughed heartily, her silver hair trembling in the darkness.
Shang Yonghe's smile turned stiff again.
She stared at Zhou Yue: "Which immortal organization does your Excellency come from?"
Without waiting for Zhou Yue to answer, a deep sarcasm appeared on her face: "One is the ancestor of the merchant, and the other is a member of the mysterious organization who personally pushed the merchant into the abyss tonight. How can they get along so harmoniously. Ancestor, you don't want to do anything for me."
Has the merchant taken revenge?"
Shang Ying was furious: "Then I have to kill you first!"
A ball of green light rose from above her head and spread out into hundreds of sharp transparent giant knives, which dealt a blow to the woman in the center of the altar.
The hemispherical defensive shield emitting purple light rose again.
Shang Ying's mental attacks were like raindrops hitting the glass window, making loud noises but not causing any harm at all.
The silver-haired girl floating in mid-air clenched her fists and her body was trembling slightly.
The anger in her eyes gradually turned into irresolvable sadness, and her face was full of frustration: "Why..."
Shang Yonghe smiled playfully: "This is the reason why I chose Shadow. Even if you are as strong as you, the ancestor, known as the master of the Federation, in front of the Lord of Shadow, you are just a slightly more powerful reptile. Let alone
, the gods we worship.
I originally wanted to keep the merchant as my experimental base, but unfortunately I was discovered by the nosy immortal organization.
Then, I can only use the blood of generations of merchants to worship my Lord and give me the Shadow Contract."
After the words fell, Shang Yonghe pressed against Shang Mengyang from behind, whispering softly for a moment, his white palms moving as fast as lightning, thrusting in and out.
puff!
Shang Mengyang's left chest was pierced.
Through the hole in the chest, one can vaguely see the heart still beating in the skeleton.
Shang Mengyang seemed unaware of the pain, his eyes were frozen and dull, and his face remained filled with excitement.
As the hot blood in his heart flowed into the altar, the gray and white transparent lines quickly turned scarlet, like blood vessels embedded in the ground.
In just two seconds, the altar of several hundred square meters had turned into a sea of blood.
"After tonight, the merchant's more than two hundred blood descendants will become more than two hundred mummies."
Shang Yonghe smiled playfully and opened the panel. In the holographic projection, the businessmen's children scattered in every corner of Canghai Academy and Beidao District all fell to the ground in pain. Blood overflowed from their chests, slowly flowing under the pull of unknown forces.
Into the void.
At this time, Shang Yonghe's peripheral vision drifted to the sad silver-haired girl next to Zhou Yue, with a strange look in his eyes: "Can the blood sacrifice technique only be used on lower-level descendants? Well, I'll give you an advantage, ancestor."
Zhou Yue suddenly recalled that Bai Yan's notes seemed to mention Shang Ying's life experience.
In fact, Shang Ying has no blood relationship with the merchant. She is the merchant's adopted daughter and was really picked up.
As more and more blood gathered in the altar, strange things happened.
From the bottom of the blood pool, a black snake-like monster slowly emerged. It was dozens of meters long, with a coiled tail, fleshy wings on its back, and a single horn on its forehead.
It slowly grew while swallowing the rich essence and blood. Not only did it become larger, its dark scales also became stiffer and sharper.
Violent and ferocious thoughts overflowed from its body. It was a breath that exceeded level 20, as if it had half a foot stepping into the ranks of the extraordinary.
"Hahaha, great god, thank you for giving me the Heavenly Punisher."
Shang Yonghe burst into hysterical laughter and turned to worship the six-armed statue.
When she raised her head, her whole face was filled with enthusiasm.
"It's finally out, Ercha, do you have an appetite?"
Zhou Yue asked.
What answered him was Ercha's drooling sounds.
Shang Yonghe's eyes fell on Zhou Yue, with teasing and ridicule on his face: "Members of the Immortal Organization, have you finally felt the gap between your organization and Shadow? How dare you call yourself an Immortal? What a deception!
The more than two hundred mummies of the merchant will also be recorded on your heads.
After tonight, the Immortal Organization will definitely be discredited. Hahahaha..."
The little sword shouted anxiously: "Let this sword do it! Within ten strokes of this sword, I will definitely be able to break through that shield!"
Zhou Yue smiled and said: "If you can break it with one palm, why bother with ten swords and summon... Hei Wuchang!"
A dark chain circle floated from Zhou Yue's head.
The door to space opened, and Hei Wuchang, who was far away in the southeastern suburbs of Beidao, was summoned by Zhou Yue.
bite!
100 interest will be deducted from the telekinesis value.
Bang!
The five-meter-long leopard-like Hei Wuchang jumped to the ground, his eyes fell forward, and the depths of his emerald-like eyes were filled with ice.
"Shadow?"
Hei Wuchang licked his lips.
Seeing the giant cat, Shang Ying and Shang Yonghe were both startled.
"Double spirit warrior? Are you the black cat spirit warrior?"
"It's actually the same person? The immortal organization only sent you to destroy the merchant?"
At this time, Zhou Yue and Hei Wuchang had established a spiritual bridge.
"Old Hei, don't hold back."
"Don't worry, I understand."
Hei Wuchang leaped high, swung his claws like lightning, and struck the hemispherical defensive cover above the altar.
One simple move, the Big Cat Insect Killing Palm without any tricks!
A palm fell, and the night kingdom was in the palm, and the undercurrent surged.
Bang!
A dull crashing sound was heard.
The defensive shield emitting purple light was safe and sound.
However, Hei Wuchang flew backwards, doing seven somersaults in mid-air before falling back to the ground.
Shang Yonghe chuckled: "I told you, it's useless..."
Before she finished speaking, cracks appeared on the surface of the purple mask, spreading and spreading... the next second, there was a boom, collapse and shattering.
The altar is exposed.
Shang Yonghe's expression was dull, his mouth opened slightly, and a look of disbelief appeared on his face: "God-given defense... how is it possible?"
Shang Ying was also surprised. She stared blankly at Hei Wuchang, who had returned to the size of an ordinary house cat and jumped into Zhou Yue's arms. Her eyes flickered and she didn't know what she was thinking of.
Hei Wuchang curled up lazily: "Zhou Yue, this move..."
Zhou Yue stroked Hei Wuchang: "It can only be used once in a short period of time."
Hei Wuchang muttered: "As long as you understand."
Xiaojian's eyes widened: "It's this palm again. Master Hei, didn't you say you can only use it three times? How many times can you use it? This sword is about to realize it again... No, no, not this time! Stop it, stop it!
This sword wants to fight!"
As he spoke, the small sword flew forward and flew into the altar area in a blink of an eye!
"Bold little bug!"
In front of it, the hundred-meter-long snake-like creature's eyes flashed with blood, it jumped up, and opened its mouth to bite the small sword.
"Two forks..."
Before Zhou Yue could say anything, Ercha had already torn off the lining bag, wrapped it around himself, and flew to the side of the little sword.
[Sword of the Void] and [Invisible Shield] are released at the same time.