Chapter 864: Changes in Xuan Gong, the ancestor of the Yu family!
Netherworld prison?
In the cuffs, the three-legged little toad was so anxious that it almost broke its voice, but before it spoke, Yang Yu had already noticed something strange.
The moment he summoned Kuixing Kickfight, the overwhelming pressure that seemed to be able to destroy everything suddenly decreased...
"This is?"
Yang Yu's heart moved.
In a trance, he only felt that above the shadows in the sky, in an unknown place that was far away, the three-color idol looked down as if aware of it.
The hollow eyes seemed to have moved...
boom!
The next moment, a shocking intersection exploded under the gaze of countless people inside and outside the city.
The indescribable majestic force crushed the surging Zhen Gang in an instant, followed by a Qi magnetic pressure field...
This is the strongest, most powerful yet pure power to the extreme!
The moment he faced its sharp edge, Yang Yu felt as if he was about to be crushed into tiny particles invisible to the naked eye!
However, until this moment, he had not wavered at all, even though his body seemed to be trembling unbearably.
All his mind and heart are still focused on the Eight-nine Mysterious Techniques, exhausting everything, burning his spirit, and boiling his spirit.
Like a huge palm, grabbing into the shadow...
…
it's over!
Looking up to the sky, looking at the thunder and lightning intertwined, soaring up into the sky, facing Yang Yu's huge shadow flowing down, Xue Dilong's only remaining eye sockets seemed to have will-o'-the-wisps shining.
At this moment, he could only see the huge shadow in the sky. He didn't know what the shadow was, but he knew,
Yang Yu is dead!
boom!
It seemed like a meteor exploded in the sky, and large swaths of lightning and fire spread in all directions, like the most brilliant meteor shower.
"it's over……"
Xue Dilong forced himself to open his eyes wide, but in the next moment, his vision froze.
The figure falling like a meteor trampled the white jade square within a hundred feet of it. In the billowing smoke and dust, he seemed to hear an earth-shattering roar of a giant elephant!
In a trance, he seemed to see a giant elephant with two colors intertwined, like holding two instruments, like carrying Tai Chi on its back, stamping its feet in the dust and hissing, making a sound for ten miles!
"This is……"
boom!
A huge roaring sound filled my heart.
With Yang Yu's current practice, he feels that his mind and spirit are all scattered, as if a big explosion has occurred deep in his soul!
It's just a wisp of breath that seems to be there, but it seems to be more violent and terrifying than thunder falling from the sky!
"The Eighty-nine Mysterious Techniques, collect the breath!"
Yang Yu was frightened but not confused. He used the Eight-nine Mysterious Skills to control the energy that he had captured from the shadows:
"Awe-inspiring! Awe-inspiring! Awe-inspiring!"
Buzz!
At this moment, the bright mirror embedded in the Cauldron of Gluttony seemed to appear before Yang Yu's eyes.
On the bronze mirror where the Eighty-nine Mysterious Skills are reflected, a giant elephant of two colors is stamping its feet, shaking its nose, and hissing...
The extremely terrifying fluctuations even threatened to tear the bronze mirror apart, and his shadow was almost trampled under the feet of the giant elephant!
This is a sign that he cannot conquer the divine power!
"Kuixing!"
Without any hesitation, Yang Yu thought, and in the Cauldron of Gluttony, the three avenue fruits including the purple and gold gourds vibrated together, bursting out with intertwined light of three colors.
The afterimage of Kuixing appeared in the bright mirror at the same time!
call!
The violent idol suddenly calmed down. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Yang Yu forced the Eight-Nine Mysterious Gong again, hoping to subdue this energy and cultivate the second transformation of the Eight-Nine Mysterious Gong...
only……
What seemed like an instant, and what seemed like a long, long time later, Yang Yu stopped moving due to exhaustion.
[The second transformation of the Eight-Nine Mysterious Gong: Divine Elephant Transformation]
Finished?!
Yang Prison
The thought flashed, and the moment it touched the bronze mirror, it froze.
He succeeded, but he was not completely successful. In the bronze mirror, he was still sitting cross-legged, carrying the fruits of the Three Great Paths, with thunder and lightning lingering around him...
However, the divine elephant did not appear under him, but stood behind him like a huge mountain...
"you?!"
Xue Dilong's eyes turned red, and he was extremely frightened and angry.
At this moment, he had no idea what happened in that collision.
But he was extremely keenly aware that Yang Yu was injured, but it was just an injury...
His aura rose instead of falling, as if he had benefited greatly from that collision...
"Why aren't you dead?!"
A large mouthful of blood spurted out, and Xue Dilong only wished that he had not died in front of him. Suddenly, he violently hit the floor beneath him.
He would rather die than fall into the hands of this person!
boom!
The low muffled sound echoed far away.
Xue Dilong's neck bones cracked and broke, and only the small half of his head wrapped in flesh turned behind him, but it did not explode.
Because he hit hard and hit Yang Yu's stretched out palm.
"you!"
Xue Dilong was extremely resentful and wanted to die crazily, but the five ghosts held down his limbs.
"You are even more useless than Yang thought. You can't get rid of the control of the flesh and blood altar before you die..."
The dust dispersed, and Yang Yu's eyes were cold. He suddenly took action, and his fingers spread out, releasing a huge suction force.
"Despicable..."
Along with a shrill scream, Xue Dilong's whole body twitched violently.
A blood-colored demonic shadow that seemed to be invisible was peeled out of his body, and was crushed to pieces by Yang Yu!
The demon screamed and struggled, but how could it break free and escape? After a few moments, it was crushed into a bloody ball.
"puff!"
Streams of dirty blood gushed out from the broken neck. Xue Dilong was shocked, and his head turned over and returned to its original position.
Thick black blood gushes out from his seven orifices.
"Blood Hell Minghe, Blood Hell Minghe..."
Reaching out to straighten his neck, Xue Dilong sat down cross-legged with difficulty. On his face, where most of the flesh and blood had melted away, a ferocious look that seemed to be crying and laughing flashed:
"I think I have a trick, but in fact, I became a nightmare a hundred years ago without knowing it. It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous..."
His voice was calm and sad, and his will sometimes rose and sometimes fell, fluctuating violently.
Looking at the mysterious swordsman in front of him, Xue Dilong's heart was empty. There was no resentment, only indescribable sadness...
He is going to die...
In a daze, the past hundred years flowed through his mind like smoke and dust.
Just like Yang Yu, he is also a mud-legged man. The only difference is that the former was born in the border area, while he is only a thousand miles away from the divine capital.
But, still poor.
His father and ancestors were all farmers. Throughout their lives, they had never been able to travel hundreds of miles around, and they had never been to the divine capital even once...
Unwilling to die of old age in the farmland like his fathers, he tried his best to please the hunters in the village, and then he learned a few tricks and walked out of the village for the first time...
His fate finally changed on that day.
Deep cave, altar of flesh and blood...
Here, he learned the stargazing technique that changed his life, and met a supportive nobleman, Yu Changsheng, a big businessman in the capital of the gods.
He said that one day he would be able to be a highly respected minister and a leader of a country, and he believed it...
With the help of Yu Changsheng, he learned the coveted scriptures, martial arts, and even Taoism, and joined the Qintian Prison and became a disciple of that generation of Qintian Prison Master...
He practices literature and martial arts, he practices Taoism, he wants to get rid of that weird altar, and he also wants to help the world!
However, when the memorial he had been preparing for many days was thrown away by the chief minister,
The day he walked away on the ground, he realized that only with the power in his hands could he do everything he wanted to do...
Finally, he did it.
He is a very popular minister and has great power. He has achieved everything he dreamed of when he was a farmer.
The young are provided with care, the old are supported, the poor are provided with food, and the sick are provided with medicine.
…
The transmission of information is more than just words and sounds.
At this moment, under the violent fluctuations of Xue Dilong's will, Yang Yu could even feel what he was thinking in his heart at this moment.
The poverty of childhood, the ambition of youth, the enterprising spirit of youth, the unscrupulousness of middle age...
"Everything is just a passing cloud..."
Taking a deep look at Yang Yu in front of him, Xue Dilong tugged at the corner of his mouth exposed by the bones:
"The world of mountains and seas is right and wrong. They will come sooner or later. There is not much time left for you!
I'm underground, waiting to see you..."
puff!
Yang Yu raised his hand at the right time, and with just a few fingers, wiped out the last ray of life.
Yang Yu naturally knew who Xue Dilong said they were.
In more than ten years, he asked Beihai Longjun, Jiang Xiazi, Yin Lei Lord and others about almost everything they knew.
Comparing what he saw and heard in the fantasy world of immortals and demons, and when he entered the world of heaven and sea, he knew very well what he would encounter in the world of mountains and seas after the heavenly change.
only……
"You can't see it anymore."
Buzz~~~
The purple gold gourd hummed softly, adding another lonely soul in its belly, while Xue Dilong seemed to have no will to live. After a few moments, it had disintegrated itself, leaving only streaks of purple or black destiny...
Huhuhu~
The night wind flowed back and blew into the empty palace, making a "woo-woo" sound.
There was not a single living person in the huge imperial city, not even a single soul was left since the day of the blood sacrifice.
The royal family, which has ruled the world for more than four hundred years, only left a few sobs in the night wind.
Not even half of the glory of the past remains.
Only the bright moon remains in the night sky, and the stars are dotted and shining...
"My lord, my lord, you're okay, that's great! You actually broke through the blood prison formation and blocked the prison-suppressing elephant. It's really, really..."
At this time, Jiang Xiazi walked over with a worried look on his face. He did not dare to approach from a distance, but his eyes were fixed on the bloody ball in Yang Yu's hand.
That is a great achievement.
"When I asked you about the Blood Hell Minghe Dao before, you never mentioned the Blood Hell Formation and the Prison Suppressing Elephant..."
It is human nature to avoid danger. Yang Yu didn't care when Jiang Xiazi retreated, but glanced at him lightly and ignored him.
Instead, he looked at the old man who slowly walked out of the shadow of the imperial city.
The old man was very old, his body was stooped, and his face was wrinkled like tree bark. He seemed to cough several times every time he took a step.
But his speed was extremely fast. After a few ups and downs, he had already crossed several miles. From a distance, he bowed his hands:
"Yu Changsheng, pay homage to the Northwest King!"