Looking at the violently trembling purple gold gourd, Yang Yu's heart sank.
At this moment, he realized very deeply what it means to be a thief if you are too old to die.
Three thousand years is too long, too long.
A hundred years, six generations, three thousand years, dynasties have changed dozens of times, and the sea will turn into mulberry fields.
A strong man who was lucky enough to become famous in the troubled times of the late Qin Dynasty, survived dozens of dynasty changes, and seemed to be able to accept any achievement.
Not to mention the old woman Lisheng, if it were anyone else who had lived for three thousand years, his achievements would not be much lower.
only……
"Does she really have nine such tyrannical incarnations?"
Suppressing the throbbing in his heart, Yang Yu changed his mind and entered the Cauldron of Gluttony with his will, holding down the violently trembling purple gold gourd.
In this battle, apart from risking his life, he had exhausted everything, including Feng Wushuang.
Still just one step away, he was counterattacked.
The old woman's tyranny had reached an unbelievable level. He didn't believe that she had eight more incarnations like this.
Buzz!
As if aware of Yang Yu's arrival, the riot inside the Zijin Gourd became more and more fierce. He even felt that the Zijin Gourd might be burst by her.
This is not an illusion.
The immortality of the Tao Fruit does not mean that it is indelible, but that no matter what means are used to destroy it, it will still reappear at a certain time and place.
Roar!
Roar!
What came out of the gourd was a ghost-like scream. The moment his soul was suppressed by the purple gold gourd, his intelligence had already disappeared.
But even so, it is very difficult to suppress the Purple Gold Gourd. This is with the blessing of the Longyuan Ghost Slayer Sword and the Evil Suppressing Seal.
"call!"
Under the secluded tunnel, his soul and destiny can be seen at a glance.
Yang Yu had never urged Tongyou to look at the same person so many times, and what moved him was that every time he urged Tongyou, he could see something different from before.
The fate of this old woman was changing and vibrating irregularly, as if someone in the distant void was using various means to sense and take back this incarnation.
"You can't leave!"
At this moment, even his extremely serious injuries were more important than losing this soul.
Under the blessing of divine will, the Three Great Path Fruits trembled violently.
"Roar!"
"Roar!"
As if he sensed something, the soul inside the Purple Gold Gourd became more and more intense, and eventually, it even came out of the body.
"Um?!"
Where Yang Yu was sitting cross-legged, Wang Muzhi was standing quietly to protect the law. He suddenly heard a shrill ghost howl. He looked intently and saw wisps of black mist flowing out of the former's body.
This is?
The moment he noticed the black mist, he suddenly felt a little frightened.
"That old witch's breath?!"
His mind tightened, lightning flashed between Wang Muzhi's ten fingers, he stepped forward, transformed into twelve figures, and at the same time activated his Yin-Yang Killer Hands.
In an instant, electric lights crisscrossed the area, intertwining into a grid, covering the ever-flowing black mist.
"ah!"
When the black mist collided with the electric light, there was actually the sound of ghosts crying and gods howling.
"who?!"
Qidaoguang flashed over and saw the black mist filling the air, and he couldn't help but feel nervous:
"That old turtle dove..."
He subconsciously wanted to mention Fang Tian's painted halberd, but the smell made his hair stand on end.
"Don't, don't move!"
Suddenly, the little one squatting on his shoulder spoke suddenly:
"Brother, brother is beating that bad mother-in-law..."
"Um?"
Qidaoguang was slightly startled, and his expression softened a bit.
Naturally, he would not take the words of such a little guy to heart. He stopped because the aura had disappeared.
Buzz!
In the Cauldron of Gluttony, a lavender light shines brightly.
Under the purple light, both the Purple Gold Gourd and Long Yuan's Ghost-Slaying Sword became silent, except for the Suppressing Evil Seal which could not help but tremble and radiate purple light.
Without a physical body to support him, most of this soul was consumed by the Three Great Path Fruits, but only half of it was already more terrifying than the thousand ghosts he had collected before!
[Evil-Suppressing Seal: Soul Refining and Corpse Refining]
[Ghost: None]
[Yin Shen: Jing Yi (Dead)]
【Grass Head God:1】
Not a ghost, not a ghost, but a grass-headed god!
Yang Yu felt relieved, and various words were already flowing down from the cauldron wall.
【Unnamed grass-headed god】
[Fate: turtle shape]
【Fifteen destiny numbers】
[Fate: Not blessed]
The grass-headed god who can bless fifteen lives!
"Fifteen lives..."
Yang Yu's spirit was shaken.
To this day, the upper limit of his number of lives is still ten, which is equivalent to Li Chuang, who Wang Muzhi regards as a hidden dragon.
Although he can feel that his number of lives has not increased far from the upper limit, but so far, it is still ten.
And this grass-headed god can theoretically bless fifteen purple lives!
"Fifteen purple lives..."
He glanced at the silent Zijin Gourd. In the previous battle, all his lives were burned up. Suddenly, all thirteen of the poor mother's purple lives were captured by him!
"If all thirteen purple lives are given to this grass-headed god..."
The thought flashed through Yang Yu's heart, but he did not continue.
The newly born soul body on the evil-suppressing seal was unconscious and blank. He had no idea how to edit it for a while.
call!
Pressing down the throbbing in his heart, his mind returned to silence, and he began to transport Qi and blood to heal his wounds.
The injuries he suffered were too severe.
Not only the injuries from the counter-shock, but also the injuries caused by him forcing the mustard space and being torn apart by his own sword energy.
In addition, the most troublesome thing is that just contending with the sacrifice seal that Liansheng Mother has cultivated for three thousand years has made him exhausted, and his five senses have dropped to an unprecedented level.
The accumulation of many injuries meant that it took several hours before he could stand up on his own without the help of others.
"Little prison!"
The moment Yang Yu opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was his tearful mother-in-law and the restless old man.
Grandma Yang, who had been frightened for many days, burst into tears looking at the bruised Yang Yu. She wanted to step forward, but was afraid of hurting him.
"Mother-in-law, I'm fine."
Holding his mother-in-law's cold palm tightly, Yang Yu stood up. With his peripheral vision, he saw the somewhat old Feng Wushuang standing in the shadow.
'Thank you very much...'
After comforting the old man and the others, Warden Yang breathed a sigh of relief, and his heart finally fell.
Feng Wushuang fulfilled all her promises to him. Not only did she pay a huge price at the last moment to perform the beyond-level Returning Wind and Fire, but she also protected the old man and the others.
"You, your injury..."
After changing his clothes, Yang Prison had no external injuries, but the old man smelled an extremely strong smell of blood.
A warrior cannot control his own blood. How could he not know what this means?
"It's okay, you guys."
After comforting his frightened mother-in-law, the gloom in Yang Yu's heart disappeared. Even though he was seriously injured, he felt very peaceful.
"It's the Seal of Sacrifice again..."
Silently letting go of her hand, Qin Si saw sweat on her forehead and her face turned a little pale:
"How come there is such a tyrannical sacrificial seal?"
Holding her warm little hand with his backhand to prevent her from trying in vain, Yang Yu comforted her softly:
"Let's talk about it when we get home."
"Um……"
Even though she was extremely worried, Qin Si still nodded obediently and didn't say much. She just followed him, silently trying and thinking about solutions.
To others, the fact that there is no solution in the Seal of Sacrifice and one must die in extreme suffering is nothing to her.
Using her magical power, she can even turn harm into benefit, turning the huge energy in the Seal of Sacrifice for her own use, helping the Chinese Seal to break through the situation.
only,
This self-sacrifice seal is really powerful beyond imagination.
If the body-sacrifice seal that Yang Yuzeng had hit back then was just a drop of water, at this moment, it was like a rolling Milky Way, stretching thousands of miles across.
With the level of her magical power at this time, she was unable to reverse it...
However, if it were reversed...
…
…
Whoosh!
The cold wind blew and heavy snow fell into the empty city.
The joy of family reunion turned into depression in such dead silence. Looking down at the city through the window, Yang Yu remained speechless.
"Under Dingyang City, there is an illusion of immortals and demons, which is suspected to be left by Taizu Zhang Yuanzhu. The old witch sacrificed the whole city with blood, which is also related to this illusion..."
Wang Muzhi put down the document and sighed:
"In a city with millions of households, only about 10,000 people survived, and most of them were not in the city that day..."
silence.
Behind the cold words on the file were millions of deaths. No matter Yang Yu, Wang Muzhi, or Qi Daoguang, Yu Baimei, Lu Qingting, Jiang Wuhuang and others who were in the room, they all felt depressed.
"Old thief, damn it!"
Qi Daoguang could not suppress the anger in his heart, but he had nowhere to vent it. He could only hold Fang Tian's painted halberd with a 'click' sound.
"She should have died long ago, but..."
Yu Baimei sighed:
"But she is most likely not dead yet."
"Not dead yet?!"
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of everyone in the room changed. Jiang Wuyan and Lu Qingting were even more horrified.
"She is indeed not dead."
Yang Yu turned around, looked at everyone, and told the story of 'Nine Worlds Fighting Immortals'.
"impossible!"
Qi Daoguang turned blue:
"It is absolutely 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, glanced at the pale Yang Yu, and told the secret behind the door:
"More than a thousand years ago, the Patriarch traveled all over the world's famous mountains and rivers in order to kill this beast. He once met Bodhidharma in a fantasy land somewhere..."
Flat Dushan?
Yang Yu's eyes moved, but he didn't speak.
Everyone in the room also thought patiently and listened to Yu Baimei's story.
"...According to what the Patriarch said, the old witch was once one of the three thousand alchemists sent to sea by Emperor Qin, and she gained blessings on the East China Sea.
No one knows what she got. Maybe it was what Yang Daxia said about fighting one immortal in nine lifetimes..."
Organizing the words, Yu Baimei looked solemn:
"The Patriarch met Bodhidharma, and after talking with each other, they discovered that although they both met the old witch, they were actually not the same person!
The ancestor later visited famous mountains, and from the words left by many ancestors, he also confirmed something..."
"She really has nine incarnations?"
Jiang Wuyang's heart was trembling.
In yesterday's battle, his energy and spirit were almost destroyed. The old witch's tyranny was already beyond Zhang Xuanba's level.
What's even more frightening is that under his Taoist skills, even if a group of people are beaten, they can't be harmed at all.
This is because they are not good at attacking and killing Taoism. Otherwise, before Yang Yu arrives, they may all be wiped out.
If there were nine such incarnations...
"She is indeed not one person, but she has several incarnations, and no one knows. According to what the ancestor said, the old woman will be born once every few hundred years, and she will even get married and give birth to children. Finally, she will kill her parents.
Brothers, they return after killing their husbands and children..."
Yu Baimei's expression was complicated:
"For thousands of years, my Xuankong Mountain has been branching out all over the world, and it is also related to its people... In the past thousands of years, three suspected bodies of this old witch have been discovered..."
Having said this, he paused slightly and looked at Yang Prison:
"The last time she was born should have been around this century. The one she chose that time should be..."
"Man of Truth!"
Yang Yu spoke indifferently, but he had guessed this.
"good!"
Yu Baimei was slightly surprised, but did not ask any more questions and continued:
"Therefore, this old witch may have several incarnations, but it is absolutely impossible for them to be so powerful. At least, there will never be that incarnation within a hundred years!"
Yu Baimei was very sure of this statement.
"What we saw yesterday must be the old witch from three thousand years ago. Otherwise, there would be no way she could be so powerful!"
"In that case..."
After saying this, the expressions of everyone in the room softened.
"It is indeed possible."
Yang Prison couldn't help but nod.
If the incarnation of the old woman were as powerful as yesterday, it would have been impossible for Taoist Lin to retreat from Dayan Mountain back then.
There is no need to wait until the man of truth is seriously injured before launching a sneak attack and capturing him.
"Even so, this old thief must die!"
Qidaoguang said in a deep voice:
"I will return to my family immediately and mobilize my manpower to search for traces of this old thief. If I find any traces of this old thief, will you still dare to join us in killing this thief?"
There was a brief silence in the room.
Jiang Wuyan's breathing stagnated slightly, but he still gritted his teeth:
"Before the heaven changes, if we can't kill this thief, I'm afraid we will all die at his hands. Jiang, do it!"
fear.
He was naturally afraid. After yesterday's battle, Wu Longsheng, Cheng Yiyuan turned around and left, not daring to stay for a moment.
How could he not be afraid?
But he understood better how terrible it would be if this old guy lived until the sky changed...
You know, what restricts Taoism is always Ling Qi!
If a natural change comes and Taoism is performed, there will be no need for complicated rituals, and the power will skyrocket.
"If it can be discovered within seven years, the old Taoist will definitely not refuse, but after seven years..."
Yu Baimei sighed and looked at Lu Qingting:
"If seven years later..."
"Disciple understands."
Lu Qingting bowed slightly and responded.
Without too many words, the few people reached a consensus and after looking at each other, they retreated.
Not long after, Yang Yu was the only two people left in the house.
"The changes in the sky are getting closer..."
Reaching out and feeling the increasingly intense spiritual energy, Yang Yu looked at Wang Muzhi:
"Senior brother, why don't you just say it if you have something to say?"
His five senses had hit rock bottom, but when he was face to face, he could naturally notice that Wang Muzhi was hesitant to speak.
"Before I came to this city yesterday, I used my magical power of spectroscopy and shadow to glimpse the death of the old witch in a corner of the future..."
"Um?!"
Yang Prison couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
"It's not you. In that corner of the future, I still haven't seen you..."
Wang Muzhi's expression was extremely confused and complicated:
"The Big Dipper falls on the Black Mountain, and the Sirius kills Liansheng..."