With the spells in the sky surrounding the entire Luoyang, the whole world was stunned, and it was once again faintly isolated from the world to form a world of charms.

Han Ru was a little stunned, this scene was too familiar, it was the means used by Bachelor Wu to trap him some time ago, but the talisman at this time was much stronger, and the number was far from comparable at that time.

"Please, God!" With a clear voice, the spell in the sky suddenly changed, transforming into countless old people with different faces, but they were not phantoms, but almost as real as a faint coercion. If anyone recognizes them, they will recognize that these people are the great cultivators of the Wu family in the past dynasties, and these charms are the embodiment of their cultivation before they die, so each of them is extremely powerful, almost equivalent to a blow from the grandmaster.

"Is this the true power hidden by the Wu family?" Han Ru opened his eyes and thought in shock, and then followed the voice to look at the source, where there was a young man with a resolute face, it was Wu Yong.

Wu Yong, who had been disappearing, didn't know when he appeared on the edge of the altar and stood beside him. At this time, he held a token in his hand, his face was pale, his forehead was sweaty, and it was obvious that he was struggling to control these charms.

This token was left to him by Master Wu, and it was in that shabby bag. There is also a note in it, which explains the cause and effect in detail, and also gives the Wu family's real hidden secrets and powers to Wu Yong. Master Wu was not his biological father, but he finally chose to hand over the inheritance of the Wu family to him.

This token is the token of the head of the Wu family, which is made of an extremely rare lightning strike wood on Longhu Mountain, which can not only strengthen the effect of warming and nourishing the soul, but also the key to commanding this mantra.

Wu Yong even got the gift left by Master Wu from above after recognizing the lord of this token, so he finally took that step and became a great monk in the upper realm, so that he could really use the ultimate means hidden in this token, which was the spell left by the sages of the Wu family in the sky. It's just that the realm is not stable, and secondly, Wu Yong is not a talisman master who specializes in this way, so it is quite difficult to use. Even so, Wu Yong still shouted fiercely: "Bundle!" Under this drink, blood began to flow from his mouth and nose.

With this shout, all the figures in the sky were sealed with lotus flowers in one hand, and everyone felt an indescribably strong coercion coming from the sky, as if the end had collapsed and they could barely stand. These figures were all in unison, and from the other hand, a golden beam of light that seemed to be like a substance appeared and threw it towards the saint in the field like a rope.

It's just that there seems to be an invisible barrier around the saint, and these ropes can't even get close. The seal in the figure hand changed and turned into the fingerprint of the supernatant, and these golden ropes also changed violently like a big net connected together, and wrapped the saint in the middle layer by layer, like a big cocoon.

With the formation of the big cocoon, Wu Yong, who had a trace of apprehension in his heart, also breathed a sigh of relief, but his complexion changed violently, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out, only to feel that there was boundless power coming from the big cocoon, and I was afraid that the saint in it would break out of the cocoon in the next moment.

Wu Yong roared again, and the seven orifices instantly began to bleed, and the astringent voice on his forehead shouted: "Net!"

The figures in the air all froze, and they sighed softly with a complicated expression like a real person, and then straightened up and bowed to the heavens and the earth.

This salute is for thanksgiving and farewell. Because after this ceremony, these sages of the Wu family will truly bid farewell to heaven and earth, and the body, spirit, and even all traces of existence will disappear.

These figures did not get up after a salute, but hid their faces with their sleeves. Since it is better not to see, it is better not to see, then it is not out of sight to be pure, and pure is pure and pure, and it is also pure and pure, which is pure and pure.

An invisible sense of annihilation appeared out of thin air, and the cocoon and the space where it was located disappeared silently, as if it had never existed. If it weren't for the white jade steps that disappeared out of thin air, everyone would even have the illusion of being in a dream.

The faint glowing token in Wu's hand gradually dimmed, but he vomited out a mouthful of blood again, and put the blood-stained token on the altar before falling aside.

Everyone was shocked by this wave of twists and turns, and they couldn't ease their minds for a while, only to feel that they were subconsciously looking at Wu Yong who had fallen down as if they were in a dream, and only one person's attention was attracted by a comatose figure beside Wu Yong.

It was Xu Qinghui, and the unconscious figure he stared at intently was Sima Qihong, who he was thinking about.

At this time, Sima Qihong closed her eyes, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep, but she was supported in front of her by Lishe, and her face was expressionless.

The expressionless face is because I don't know what expression to make, resentment, unwillingness, despair, and a faint hint of expectation and relief, it is too troublesome, so I simply don't do it.

Of course, it is more because it is clear that this is only the beginning, far from the end. The Wu family's thousands of years of accumulation is really very powerful, and I am afraid that no one can survive this blow.

But that is a saint, although he has a personal character, he has long been out of the category of people, as powerful as a monster, how can he be easily killed by such means.

Monsters can only be killed by monsters. The great array of Luoyang City has completely stopped, and now only the last three locks are missing.

Lishe glanced at Wu Yong, who was lying aside, a trace of hesitation and reluctance flashed in his eyes, but in the end, he still raised the dagger in his hand and stabbed at Sima Qihong's heart.

The two stood almost next to each other, this time stabbing both Sima Qihong and herself.

Everyone was a little numb by the shock at this time, so they couldn't react in time and could only look at the two of them blankly, until they suddenly came to their senses when they raised the dagger and stabbed it, and the same was true for the old man Sima, so his eyes were split but a little helpless.

Xu Qinghui's attention had always been on Sima Qihong, so he noticed the departure move far earlier than everyone else, so he rushed forward in anger at the first time, and it was also a loss that everyone was in a sluggish state at this time, so no one stopped him.

It's just too far, and he's not fast enough.

Even though he had tried extremely hard to make himself stronger, he was still not strong enough at this time, so he had no time to watch this scene happen with the same starving eyes, and his anger finally turned into despair with the bright red.

One after the other, but it turned into a bright red blood and landed on the altar.

No one could understand this move, and Xu Qinghui naturally couldn't either, but one person vaguely guessed the purpose of leaving the house, and she secretly vowed in her heart to protect the leaver.

She is a little girl, her name is Lu'e, she is a little maid who grew up with the departure and left quietly, and she is also the person who has been silently guarding the departure over the years.

It is also because of this that the little girl was far earlier than the others, and when the dagger just fell, she crushed the precious charm in her hand, and landed beside the two of them faster than everyone else, and the emerald green light bloomed in her hand, and in just a moment, she was able to stop their injuries, save their lives, and even heal them.

It's a pity that only a few people can recognize the little girl and the green light in her hand, so they don't know the purpose of the little girl. At this time, Xu Qinghui, who was so angry that he had lost consciousness, naturally couldn't tell the difference, and could only feel the faint demonic aura.

So Xu Qinghui was full of incandescent flames, holding a flaming sword, and stabbing at the little girl and the departing house behind her with a hideous face and monstrous hatred.

The little girl is a very cute and precious little demon, but she is a little lazy, so she is very weak. She felt the blazing meaning of Xu Qinghui's full force erupting beyond the limit, she couldn't stop it, and she would die if she left.

So she smiled lightly, and with a hint of reluctance, all her cultivation burst out in one go, forming a green cocoon on the two of them, protecting the two and continuing to heal.

Due to the exhaustion of her demonic power, it was a little difficult for her to barely maintain her human form, and a pair of colorful wings appeared behind her, which was very beautiful like a butterfly.

The little girl resolutely turned around and pounced on the furious Xu Qinghui and the violent flames.

It's a moth to a fire.

"Ah~" With the sound of the blade piercing the flesh, a large handful of blood sprayed on Xu Qinghui's face, which sprayed Xu Qinghui with a spirit, and also extinguished the anger in Xu Qinghui's heart, and instantly came back to his senses.

There was a faint smell of burnt smell in the air, Xu Qinghui finally recognized the little girl, remembered the ridiculous bow that the little girl liked to tie the most, and looked at the two people who looked peaceful and breathed steadily in the green cocoon, so his face turned pale, he took a step back with some disbelief trembling, and sat down on the ground with some pain.

The little girl smiled reluctantly, but she couldn't even squeeze out the cute little dimples, so she could only gradually close her eyes a little sadly, but she thought happily, "Yu Haoren really didn't lie to me, this spell is very useful!"

Xu Qinghui subconsciously stretched out his hand, but he could only grab the fragment, and could only stay in place a little stupidly.

At this time, the void that had disappeared suddenly swelled, and a crack appeared out of thin air, and then a hand firmly opened the crack slowly.

The vanished saint walked out of the crack, he was not dead, how could the saint be killed by mortals?

It's just that the appearance of the saint has also changed a little at this time, a corner of the sleeve is missing, and the purple qi that has been circulating endlessly has dimmed a lot, and the indifferent expression that has always been sad and joyless no longer exists, but a kind of indifference, with a hint of cruel indifference.

The saint was a little angry that he had been teased by these mortals, so he changed his mind and decided to kill everyone here.

This is the doctrine of the saints, and it is a matter of course, and it has nothing to do with joy or anger, so it is cruel.

The sage turned his gaze slightly, looking at Wu Yong, who had fallen to the ground.