Chapter 431: The gate of hell and the ritual of suppressing the evil seal! (Second update)
Boom!
This was the first real collision between the two in a long time of confrontation. Zhang Lingfeng's red eyes had not yet reflected the image. The overwhelming power was indescribable, and it had completely exploded after breaking through the golden light curse.
Sanru was like a water bag that was popped by a heavy hammer. In less than an instant, the thick plasma exploded into blood mist...
Body protection golden light spell, true power, blood energy, true energy...
The force of the fist was more than devastating. The huge roar could not spread, and almost all the blood, skin and flesh were squeezed out. The skeleton-like figure was severely beaten to the ground.
The mud and sand are flying, and the cracks are cracking.
puff!"
It was only then that the sound of the blood mist exploding reached everyone's ears.
Dead, dead?!
Looking at the exploding blood mist, there was deathly silence inside and outside the plain.
The collision between the two was so fast that most people, except for the few great masters present, did not react.
It was only when the blood mist exploded and the figure fell to the ground that the sound waves roared like thunder.
Only then did I realize that the outcome was already decided?
"Won!"
Feeling the aura that fell to the bottom, as weak as a candle in the wind, Lin Qitian finally let go of the bowstring. He was unsteady and sweating profusely.
After being seriously injured twice, even he couldn't hold on anymore.
"Yang prison..."
Yu Jing loosened his fingers and the lightning disappeared. Looking at the young swordsman standing in the wind, he was shocked for a moment and could not recover.
For many years, he has been in charge of the Wanxiang Mountain sect. Regarding the information about this little master uncle,
I don’t even know how many I’ve seen.
However, even if my expectations for him were once high, now it seems that they are still low.
He has not yet figured out how Zhang Lingfeng built Longyuan City into a dojo without hiding it from everyone, but his tyranny is self-evident.
In other places, with Wei Zhengxian and Lin Qitian's methods, they could be suppressed and killed by one person alone, but here, one of them can suppress two great masters.
In fact, if Yang Yu hadn't arrived unexpectedly, it would have been possible to win the battle and reach the top in full glory.
"Victory!"
"This madman is dead!"
"This madman is dead!"
After a brief silence, waves of uncontrollable exclamations came from the crowd in the distance, and some even clapped their hands in applause.
Before, under the shadow of ghosts and gods, they almost thought they were dead. Now that they saw the instigator defeated, they were naturally very happy.
Only in the direction where King Long Yuan's chariot was, there was silence.
Looking at the bloody figures in the mud, the old woman felt sour in her heart and couldn't help but have red eyes:
"Second brother...
Yu Fengxian had no feelings for this second uncle, but when he saw that the old woman's voice was trembling, he had no choice but to comfort her.
On the contrary, the dying old prince had a hint of relief on his face. He summoned up his remaining strength and struggled to grab the old woman's arm.
Both the voice and the look are fierce:
"Let him die!"
Seeing the old woman nodding silently, she felt relieved and passed out.
Whoosh!
The air waves emptied by the huge force filled the vacancy, and the strong wind blew away the steaming sweat like clouds after Yang Yu relaxed.
The power doubled, and under the full force, the pressure on him was equally great.
This breath seemed to be spitting out a cloud of mist.
Crackling~
Returning the sword to its sheath and lightly twisting the muscles and bones, the bow strings trembled spontaneously, and the sound of tigers roaring and dragons roared. After a while, the sound gradually became quieter.
Like pearls falling on a jade plate, crisp and sweet.
The physical exertion is long and there are no shortcuts. However, after enduring the heavy pressure, Yang Yu can feel that his skin and flesh are tighter.
There is a feeling that after being beaten with a heavy hammer, the impurities are removed and the product becomes more refined.
"call!"
After exhaling a breath of turbid air, Yang Yu just looked at Zhang Lingfeng, who was roaring and laughing miserably in the ruins.
To be precise, it was the fate that had only been clearly seen until this moment.
[Zhang Lingfeng] [Fate: Diaojiao White Wolf] [Fate number: one purple, four gold, two red and two green] [The judge enters the dream (lavender), is of noble birth (light gold), is a genius in Taoism (light gold), and opens the mysterious door with Qi
(light gold), the prince's destiny (light gold), high-spirited and arrogant (light red), time to exercise (light red), paranoid into madness
(Dark Blue), Anger will be repaid (Light Blue)] Diaojiao White Wolf? It is indeed the judge...
Yang Yu's eyes narrowed and fell at the end.
That is,
[The Judgment Ceremony is in progress] The Grand Master's vitality has exceeded ordinary people's imagination. At this moment, Zhang Lingfeng is like a skeleton whose bones and flesh have been removed, with only the skin membrane attached, but still breathing.
It can even make a sound:
"I'm not willing to give in, I'm not willing to give in..."
His voice was hoarse and distorted, but Yang Yu had no intention of listening to what he was talking about and was about to blow out his last breath.
He didn't know what the judge's ceremony was, but there was no doubt that the ceremony had not been interrupted, which meant that the person in front of him had not given up his struggle.
"Master Yang."
At this time, a voice from far away called Yang Yu, it was the old woman who had been freed from the restraints of Qi, blood and inner breath.
The old woman, who was nearly ninety years old and had a weathered face, bowed to Warden Yang.
"What are you doing?"
Yang Yu reached out to help him, but frowned.
He originally thought that the old woman wanted to come to beg for mercy, but he didn't expect that after she bowed down, she said:
"After I gave birth to this evil son, let me take care of his sins..."
"Um?"
"grandmother."
Yang Yu raised his eyebrows, but Yu Fengxian looked worried and grabbed her sleeve:
"I'll do it!"
She couldn't bear it.
The old woman only had three children in her life. Her father died early, and her third uncle became a monk and lost his secular connections. To a certain extent, Zhang Lingfeng was the only child.
It is really too cruel to let her kill her own children.
"Hahaha!"
Amid intermittent laughter, Zhang Lingfeng managed to turn over and stared at the old woman, seeming to cry and laugh at the same time:
"Mom, you are still going to kill me after all..."
The old woman trembled:
"This, maybe is your life..."
"Life!"
He almost coughed up his throat, and Zhang Lingfeng's bloody face was full of ferocity:
"Didn't you bring that Dao Fruit to me?!"
"I…"
The old woman's expression darkened, and Yang Yu suddenly took action, one step ahead of her, and smashed his head with a heavy hand.
boom!
Lateral flow of plasma and blood.
"you?"
The old woman stiffened and immediately sighed:
"Thank you..." "He is stalling for time."
Looking at the night that had completely dimmed, Yang Yu's expression was solemn:
"Today is Ghost Festival!"
"Um?!"
Yu Fengxian was startled, but Lin Qitian's expression changed drastically as he came closer.
The crowd followed Yang Yu's gaze to the sky, and saw a thick fog emerging from the deep night.
This fog did not come from Longyuan City, but was generated out of thin air. Once it appeared, the fog covering the plain was attracted.
Rolling together in the deep night, there seemed to be an indescribable door floating in the mist.
Rumble!
Thunder rang out in the cloudless night
"That is……"
The moment the looming door appeared and the ancient desolate atmosphere flowing down, the expressions of Lin Qitian, Yu Jing and others changed.
"According to ancient legend, July 14th is the Ghost Festival. When night falls, the gate of ghosts will open. At the right time, a group of demons will come out of their cages, and hundreds of ghosts will walk at night..."
Lin Qitian murmured to himself.
He was not the only one to hear the legend of the Gate of Hell, most of the people present had heard similar legends.
But throughout the ages, how many ghosts have been recorded?
So, if Yang Yu hadn't mentioned the Ghost Festival, and this strange gate appeared in the night, no one would have even thought about it.
"Maybe this is his ritual?"
Yu Jing spoke. He looked at Yang Yu, Lin Qitian, and Wei Zhengxian with surprised expressions:
"It's just that in this world, is there really a gate to hell?"
Is there any gate to hell in this world?
Yang Yu didn't know, and the others were silent as well, just looking into the night. As Zhang Lingfeng's breath died, the mist in the air also dissipated.
Naturally, the strange and ancient gate also disappeared. "This kid is really vicious. If there really is a gate to hell..."
As he said this, Lin Qitian was a little speechless.
He didn't know if there were any ghosts walking behind the ghost gate at night, but he sensed the danger somewhere.
If this door is really opened.
Just afraid
"This, this scoundrel is going to open the door to hell?!"
The old woman's whole body was cold, her forehead was sweating, and she suddenly slapped herself hard.
"grandmother!"
Yu Fengxian hurriedly grabbed her.
"My momentary soft-heartedness almost caused a disaster..."
With a pale face, she bowed to Yang Yu again, but before he could reply, the old woman had already hidden her face and left.
Yu Fengxian originally had something to say, but at this time, he had no choice but to follow and leave.
"well…"
Seeing this scene, Lin Qitian couldn't help but sigh:
"This is no wonder the old princess. Really, how many people in this world can do something to their own children?"
Yang Prison nodded.
Being selfless is easy to say, but it is easier said than done to achieve it?.⑧淒七z.℃
Not to mention the old woman, look at the entire audience, including Wei Zhengxian, Lin Qitian, Yu Jing, Ren Xiaoxiao and other great masters.
Including himself.
Who can be really clean and decisive in killing?
call!
He paused for a long time until he absorbed Zhang Lingfeng's scattered fate.
After his fate was exhausted last time, he now has very few fates. When he sees a higher fate again, the little gourd in the cauldron doesn't want to let it go.
At this time, the night was already dark.
There were not many people on the plain anymore. Most of the people had escaped long ago, and the rest also dispersed after Zhang Lingfeng's death.
Of course, there were still people watching from afar, whether they were warriors from the martial arts world or spies from various families.
Lin Qitian and Wei Zhengxian also said goodbye and left to recuperate.
Those knowledgeable people in the East Factory didn't come close, only the lingering scene. After waiting for a while, they remembered something and left.
"The ritual of suppressing the evil seal has not been completed yet. Are you trying to eliminate all the turmoil?"
Glancing at the buzzing evil-suppressing seal in the cauldron, Yang Yu suppressed his thoughts and stepped towards Longyuan City.
At this time, the wind was high and the night was dark, but there was a man waiting quietly in front of the tower with his hands behind his hands.
"Wang Muzhi!"
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