The moment they touched those cold eyes, both Yin Long and Yin Lang felt a chill in their hearts, as if they were falling into a bottomless icehouse.
The anger and murderous intent in his heart were extinguished in an instant until every last drop remained.
"Fairy..."
With a 'pop' sound, the two men's knees smashed to pieces on the floor, and endless terror emerged in their minds:
"Shidu Immortal!"
"In the winter of the year 3421 of the Qianyuan Dynasty, the steward of the Fang family issued an order to have 1,213 old men who lived to be over a hundred years old, strong and healthy, and with good hearing and vision..."
"In the year 3432 of Qianyuan, the head of the Han family, Han Qing, sent a letter asking for nine hundred and ninety-nine young girls with beautiful faces. None of them would be allowed to leave the cabinet, and none of them would be allowed to lose their virginity..."
…
"In Qianyuan 3439, that is, this year, the steward of the Fang family once again issued an order to have a thousand full-term boys born on the yin and lunar days of the yin year..."
Slowly closing the file, Yang Prison paced slowly, seeming to be talking to himself:
"Although there are many killers among the Immortal Taoist Fruit, it seems that I have never heard of anyone so ruthless and cruel..."
His voice was neither high nor low, and seemed to be happy or angry, but the moment Yin Lang and his son heard it, they seemed to smell the extremely strong smell of blood.
In a daze, it felt like falling into a Shura field where flesh and blood were being slaughtered, and a horrific scene like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood rushed towards you!
"ah!"
Yin Long was horrified. On the other side, Yin Lang was spitting out blood as he recognized Yang Yu:
"I, I hope the Immortal will spare my life. The untouchables have no intention of being an enemy to you. They have absolutely no intention of..."
Click!
The screams stopped abruptly, and the smelly blood dyed the soles of his shoes red, and also dyed Yin Long's head and face red.
"father!"
Yin Long was horrified. He threw himself crazily on the body with a sunken chest. His huge indignation seemed to overwhelm his fear:
"My surname is Yu, my father and my son have no enmity or enmity with you, so why are we so cruel! You..."
"No injustice, no enmity."
Yang Yu nodded, stood up and stepped down, stepping on Yin Long who was about to use the magical weapon. The latter screamed, his chest collapsed, and his breath and internal organs were squeezed out:
"A good one, no injustice or enmity!"
"you!"
Yin Long struggled to open his mouth, looking at the file that fell in front of him, stained red with blood, and then he seemed to wake up, resentful, unwilling, and extremely surprised and suspicious:
"You're killing us, only for this?"
puff!
There was no response, so Yin Long vomited out blood and died.
Immediately, two frightened and desperate souls were absorbed into the purple gold gourd amidst wailing sounds.
"Those who do not enter the world of immortals are all ants... What does this sentence mean?"
Looking at the files soaked in blood and water, Yang Yu felt dull for a moment. He didn't even bother to interrogate, which directly shattered the souls of the father and son.
Whoosh!
He casually lifted up the red cloth covering the study room, and Yang Yu's eyes suddenly focused.
Under the red cloth, there is an altar that looks like it is made of flesh and blood.
This is obviously the product of extremely evil, but at this moment, it has a pure and restrained sense of holiness.
What made Yang Yu frown was the large characters under the altar.
That is not the writing of Longquan world, nor is it Taoism.
But the words from his previous life!
"The hypocritical bald donkey, the stupid old bastard, the disgusting beast, the crazy devil...and,
Disgusting world!"
"Yang Ni!"
Yang Yu narrowed his eyes slightly.
In his heart, the inner demons that were born in the mirage realm and were transformed by the mantra emerged uncontrollably.
That extremely cold and lawless self...
"He has actually been to this world a long time ago?"
Yang Yu was a little surprised.
The Great Dao is not born, the Heavenly Dao is in chaos, and the years of all realms are in chaos. This is the information he obtained from Jiang Xiazi's mouth, or from the Wanfa Tower.
But he really didn't expect that Yang Ni would actually come to Longquan Realm...
Moreover, this altar...
"Blood Prison Minghe Dao? According to legend, there was a great demon that caused cholera in the world ten thousand years ago and was finally suppressed by Emperor Longquan?"
Yang Yu was shocked and doubtful.
Even if time and space are messed up at this time, it shouldn't be this messed up, right?
Or is it the 'Yuan Tu' who gave birth to spiritual wisdom and led him away?
this……
"Gang leader, gang leader!"
The exclamations coming from outside interrupted Yang Yu's thoughts. He frowned slightly and flicked his fingers, and two rays of light had penetrated into the bodies of Yin Lang and his son.
Only two "clicks" were heard, and the two people who had lost their breath stood up again.
With enough spiritual energy nourishment, the power of the evil-suppressing seal is infinitely stronger than that of the mountain and sea realm.
However, Taoist Lu occupies 90% of the evil-suppressing seal. At this moment, he can only try to control it, and only the ordinary living dead who practice it can do it.
"go."
With a thought, the two living dead wiped the blood off their bodies and walked out of the study.
And Yang Yu, after stopping for a moment, stretched out his hand to hold down the bloody altar.
This altar is food.
Buzz!
The moment it touched the altar, blood began to rise from the Cauldron of Gluttony, turning into a faint bloody altar.
【Blood Hell Altar】
[Level: Ten Capitals (Part 1)]
[Quality: Extreme]
[Evaluation: An altar made of pure flesh and blood mixed with fine gold has the ability to communicate with others... It seems that someone left a message]
[Available through refining: None]
[Possible results from refining: None]
[Note: The person who left this ingredient seems to have left nothing behind...]
【Refining or not?】
[The Cauldron of Gluttony is fully charged]
"It's indeed him!"
Kuixing, who was dressed in red clothes, opened his eyes. Yang Yu stood up from the sea of his heart. He stretched out his hand to hold the bloody altar.
If he had some doubts before, but now he is extremely certain, this must be Yang Ni's legacy.
Only he would leave such ingredients behind.
"Yang Ni!"
Yang Yun changed his mind and peeked into the Eighty-nine Xuan Gong Mirror. In the mirror, he also opened his eyes and slowly raised his left hand.
A faint light lingered, and the word "一", which seemed extremely complicated and yet extremely simple, slowly emerged.
Buzz!
The moment the mantra '一' appeared, a blood mist suddenly rose above the mirror, and there seemed to be a sea of blood in it.
In a trance, a blood lotus seemed to be visible, undulating and floating in it, and above the blood lotus, there seemed to be a Taoist dressed in red blood sitting holding a sword.
Click!
But in just a moment, the scene on the mirror disappeared.
"Where is he?"
Yang Prison frowned.
He didn't know what time and space Yang Ni was in, what year or month, but it seemed that an extremely long time had passed...
But it seems that the two separated only twenty or thirty years ago, right?
Really, one day in the mountains and seas, one year in other worlds?
I'm afraid it won't stop...
Thoughts were flying, and without the necessary anchor point, Yang Yu couldn't figure out Yang Ni's status for the moment, but he seemed to have been recognized by Yuan Tu?
Or Yuan Tu, seizing Yang Ni's body?
"call!"
After a long time, Yang Yu held his thoughts and chose to refine the ingredients.
"Refining!"
Buzz!
The thick blood turned into mist and hit his face. Yang Yu frowned slightly. He did not choose to refine it himself, but concentrated on sensing it.
Buzz~
It seems like a moment, but it seems like a long time.
The surging blood mist calmed down, revealing a terrifying Shura field inside like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
In the sea of blood and corpses that seemed to submerge the mountains and dye the sea red, Yang Ni stood with his sword in his hand.
Under his feet are countless corpses, and behind him is a huge landscape of thousands of heads. On top of his bloody robe,
It seemed like countless faces were emerging one after another, emitting countless harsh and vicious screams.
"Big devil! You killed my whole family, and you killed me too. You deserve to die, you deserve to die..."
"Blood Demon, Blood Demon! I am the elder of Lianfa Temple, you dare to kill me?!"
"If you are guilty of this crime, the Emperor will definitely kill you!"
"Great Emperor, come and slay this demon!"
…
"You losers are so noisy!"
In the sea of blood, Yang Ni snapped his fingers.
He could see endless blood shadows squeezed out of the bloody robe, swallowing the sea of blood that spread thousands of miles into his belly in an extremely terrifying manner.
The sky was filled with blood.
"The Son of Blood God kills people, there is no sense of beauty... After all these years, what I like most is still beheading people with a sword..."
Under the gloomy and terrifying sky, Yang Ni walked slowly. He seemed to be talking to himself, and he seemed to be sure that these words would be seen by someone:
"This time, I originally wanted to be a good person. Unfortunately, it was too difficult! Now, I can no longer imagine why I was so tolerant..."
"No, it's you, you loser, why are you so tolerant!"
Click!
There seemed to be bloody thunder piercing the sky.
Yang Ni's blood-stained palms lifted his messy hair from his temples. He raised his head, as if across the boundless void, he saw something:
"You will see this scene. After all, the Cauldron of Gluttony has chosen you! Although, I don't understand why it would choose a loser like you, but it doesn't matter...
I will leave ingredients in all the cities in the world...Look for it, look for it, maybe I will leave something very important..."
Yang Yu looked at it coldly.
"For example, the true shape diagram of the magic weapon, for example, the true shape diagram of the skill, for example, the rank diagram, and another example..."
In the blood mist, under the red sky, Yang Ni climbed higher step by step, and finally stepped on the landscape that was more than 900 feet high.
"Who, 'kill me'!"
Click!
At this point in the picture, Yang Yu was extremely focused and could only hear a faint sound that seemed to be there but not at all, like Taoism, like the chanting of Buddhist scriptures...
And, that faint, mocking sigh:
"You don't have much time! Hurry up, I don't want to crush you to death like a bug.
That would make me feel like I was a waste!"
…
"Yang Ni..."
Yang Yu was neither sad nor happy. After listening to Yang Ni's murmur quietly, he suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed a ray of blood.
Buzz!
The next moment, the Eighty-nine Mysterious Skill Mirror was once again filled with blood, and there was this ray of blood everywhere. Yang Yu finally saw clearly where Yang Ni was at this moment.
In the boundless sea of blood, countless blood shadows filled the sky and the earth, and together with the sea of blood, they enveloped the Blood Lotus, or Yang Ni.
And above the bloody sky, Yang Prison seemed to hear the chanting voice again, and a pair of eyes as bright and compassionate as the sun and moon:
"All actions are impermanent, everything is suffering. All dharmas have no self, and their cessation is bliss..."
Hmm... This is the second chapter. I don’t know if I can write the third chapter, but Gouzi will try his best!