Song Xiaoyi's strength shocked the old man.

The Song family has no shortage of wealth, but after the revival of the aura, due to the severance of the inheritance of the exercises, it has now completely become a dependency of Qingcheng.

Facing the fierce and domineering Song Xiaoyi, whether it is true or not, you have to grit your teeth and admit it first.

The Song clan has lasted for thousands of years, not by relying on uprightness, but by tending to be inflammatory, and drifting with the tide.

If the dynasties wanted to stabilize Lingnan, they had to rely on the Song clansmen, and the Song clansmen were also extremely interested.

The head of the city changes the banner of the king, whoever rules the Central Plains, the Song family will be the official of whom.

In this way, the Song clan was able to quickly re-emerge from the Great Jing Dynasty and become the king of Lingnan again.

The old man also gave full play to the fine tradition, planning to succumb to Song Xiaoyi first, and maybe he could also get the true inheritance of cultivation, so that the Song family could return to the ranks of the martial arts family.

"The younger generation is the contemporary patriarch, Song Deben, the director of the Song Foundation."

The old man Song Deben subconsciously handed over the business card, looked at Song Xiaoyi indifferently, trembled in his heart, and explained: "Most of the people of the Song clan are in important positions in various parts of the Dragon Kingdom, and they ...... in a short time."

"For three days, those who can't come, expelled from the genealogy!"

After Song Xiaoyi finished speaking, he drove everyone out with a wave of his hand and stood alone in the ancestral hall.

In the face of thousands of spirit positions, Rao is Song Xiaoyi's heart was as cold as iron, and he couldn't help but have a trace of fluctuation.

"The ancestors of the Song family, the spirit of the sky, bless the great things to come true! After the deed was accomplished, the Yama Demon King promised the Song clan to enter the netherworld, transform into a ghost clan, and rule a million-mile territory! ”

"In the future, I will definitely be promoted to a god and become the ninth ghost king of the netherworld."

"The Song family is also a royal family of the Netherworld, and it has been prosperous for 100,000 years!"

Song Xiaoyi muttered to himself, not only to tell his ancestors, but also to strengthen his beliefs.

What he wants to do is tantamount to isolating the Song family from the human race, and if he can't do it, he will inevitably die and the clan will be wiped out.

……

Over the pine garden.

The wooden man witnessed everything that happened, and he didn't have the slightest intention of making a move.

What Song Xiaoyi wants to do, Zhou Yi can easily guess it.

It is nothing more than summoning the ghost king of the netherworld, or establishing a stable passage between the two realms.

The difficulty coefficient of the latter is too high, and with Song Xiaoyi's strength, it is basically impossible unless there is a Chongbao suppression channel.

"Two thousand years ago, this seat searched the world exhaustively, but failed to find a way to enter the netherworld, and did not study the technique of summoning the ghost king."

"Now that I have Song Xiaoyi, I may be able to take this opportunity to ......"

The wooden figure sat cross-legged on the clouds, pondering for a moment, already having a plan in his heart.

Let's watch the play for the time being, anyway, I have the strength to flip the table at any time, and hundreds of demon slaying god thunders blasted over, what heavenly swords, what summoning formations, all of them had to be wiped out.

The intrigues and tricks of the cultivation world are only valid for monks of the same rank.

……

After Song Deben left the ancestral hall of the Song family.

Not daring to slack off in the slightest, he began to contact the important members of the Song clan in various parts of the Dragon Kingdom, and held a clan meeting three days later.

Originally, I wanted my son to inform the Qingcheng faction, but whenever he had this thought, the sword light ban in his body would be activated.

This prohibition is like a living creature, it can read people's spirits, and if there is a thought of betrayal, it will suffer from Ling Chi.

The Song clan is all over the place, and the most important members of the board of directors of the consortium, there are twelve people, known as the twelve veins of the Song clan. After receiving Song Deben's news, he complained a few words in a hurry, but he didn't dare not come.

For families that have been inherited for thousands of years, the clan meeting is much more important than the general meeting of shareholders, and once the clan makes a decision, it is easy to take all the clansmen's property.

The right to wealth originally comes from the clan, but it is only in the hands of the individual, and it is difficult to oppose the forcible repossession of it in law.

Moreover, in the face of millions of Song clan people, who would dare to oppose the resolution of the clan assembly.

Another dozen clan elders were also invited, and they stepped down from their positions when they were old, but their influence was not bad at all.

On the day of the clan assembly, hundreds of luxury cars came to the vicinity of Pine Garden, and only about two dozen of them were qualified to enter. Each of them has a master of ceremonies to greet and guide the way, and follow the knife marks all the way to the Song ancestral hall.

"I remember, there has never been a clan meeting in the ancestral hall, right?"

A middle-aged man wondered: "Aren't you afraid of disturbing the ancestors and ancestors, the patriarch is too thoughtful." ”

As soon as these words came out, some people agreed, some people objected, and some people wanted to see it coldly.

There is no faction within the big family, it is strange, and competition within a limited range is a benign promotion.

There were only two old men, looking at the knife marks on the ground, constantly studying, and occasionally exchanging two sentences, all showing incredible colors.

Knife marks.

The Song family used to be famous for its knives, and the ancestors were known as the heavenly knives, and there are legends about the knife marks of the Song Garden in the classics.

Entering the ancestral hall one after another, everyone saw Song Xiaoyi sitting under countless spiritual positions at first sight.

The patriarch Song Deben stood aside respectfully, his son was not qualified enough to participate in the clan assembly. This is not a feudal era, there are branches in the clan, and now they are all capable people, mediocre people, and mediocre people.

Song Deben's lineage is traced upwards, and it is not the lineage of the Song family.

An old man with a high rank wondered: "Fourth, who is this?" How do I not recognize? ”

Song Deben ranked fourth in the German generation, so he was called Song Lao Si again, of course, except for the old man in the clan, others did not dare to call him so.

"This is ...... Our ancestor, Song Xiaoyi, who was once revered as the Heavenly Sword. ”

As soon as Song Deben's voice fell, more than 20 people in the ancestral hall were in an uproar.

Among them, a few people who have a poor relationship with Song Deben even showed ridicule, if it weren't for outsiders, they might have pointed their noses and said that they were old and confused.

"This seat, there is no need to wait for questioning!"

Song Xiaoyi slowly opened his eyes, and the terrifying coercion fell on them, and they couldn't even breathe.

Scanning the past one by one, no one dared to look at Song Xiaoyi, and they all bowed their heads and were silent.

"This seat has returned from the netherworld this time, in the name of the ghost king, to sacrifice millions of living beings with blood and open the door of the two worlds."

Song Xiaoyi said slowly: "Children of the Song family, assist this seat to complete the blood sacrifice, and those who dare to disobey ......"

The knife flashed.

A Song director was cut in half from head to toe, and blood splattered on the spot.

He was about to send a message to the outside world, and the recipient turned out to be Kunlun Guan.

"The Song clan can cooperate with anyone, or other races, and must not have any contamination with the Kunlun Temple."

Song Xiaoyi grabbed it casually, and a transparent yin ghost fell into his hand, looking at the appearance of the yin ghost, but it was the same as the deceased.

"Violators, you can't survive, you can't die!"

Speaking of a pitch-black flame, enveloping the yin soul and burning, one after another screams that went straight to the divine soul, frightened everyone pale.

Song Xiaoyi still put the yin soul into the bronze tripod, standing in it like a human-shaped candle, which can burn for at least several years.

Such a very spicy method is no different from the devil.

No one dared to object, at least on the surface, and bowed down together.

The ancestors of 2,000 years ago have no meaning in their generations, and they should be called ancestors.

Song Xiaoyi smashed the forbidden sword light into everyone's bodies, time was pressing, and he didn't have time to prove his identity.

The only way to forcibly control the Song family is to promote the blood sacrifice formation and summon the ghost clan of the netherworld to descend.

After success, the Ju clan turned into a ghost clan and entered the netherworld, and some of them were explained and proved by time.

If it fails, there is no need to prove it!