Not long after, the young man in white and the black-faced man came to a stone room at the end of another corridor and knocked on the stone door.

A moment later, with a "bang", the stone door opened, and a round-faced man walked out.

"Eighteen uncles, sixteen uncles. The round-faced man saluted the two of them.

"Is there anything unusual?" asked the young man in white casually and walked in.

The stone chamber is a hundred zhang in size, and on the wall in front of it hangs a portrait of a young man in white with an elegant face looking into the distance.

Underneath the portrait is a long yellow wooden table with dozens of silver tablets, each with a name engraved on it.

Under the yellow wooden table, there was a white jade table, on which were placed more than a dozen sparkling spirit cards, each with a name written on it.

More than a dozen Yang family disciples sat cross-legged on both sides, meditating and cultivating.

Seeing the young man in white and the black-faced man walking in, everyone hurriedly got up and stood up, and said in unison, "Eighteenth uncle, sixteenth uncle." ”

"Nothing abnormal!" the young man in white nodded and asked casually.

"No, it's business as usual. The round-faced man replied truthfully, he hesitated slightly, and asked cautiously: "Uncle Eighteen, you and Uncle Sixteen are here, is there anything wrong?"

The young man in white smiled slightly, his sleeves flicked, and the stone door was closed, and then with a wave of his right hand, three white flying knives flashed out, quickly piercing the body of the round-faced man, and shooting towards the other Yang family disciples.

The black-faced man also sacrificed two blue throwing knives with dim light and slashed at his juniors.

"Eighteenth Uncle, Sixteenth Uncle, ····· you" A middle-aged man's face changed drastically, and before he finished speaking, his head was cut off, and a large amount of blood donations poured out.

A scream sounded, and the dozen or so Yang family disciples fell in a pool of blood.

There was a ripple near the yellow wooden table, and Wang Changsheng's figure suddenly appeared nearby.

He saw the tablets of the ancestors of the Yang family on the yellow wooden table, and the corners of his mouth flashed with a touch of sarcasm.

"Yang Qian, I want you to pay for your blood debts, you have ruined my family, and I want you to taste the taste of ruined family. Wang Changsheng muttered to himself in a low voice, his eyes full of killing intent.

After saying that, he took out a heavy storage bag from his bosom and poured it down, and after the glow rolled up, a large pile of things appeared on the ground.

Wang Changsheng drew a circle on the ground that was more than a few zhang in size, took out hundreds of middle-grade spirit stones, and buried them in the circle, and at the same time buried the materials on the ground around the circle, and the Blood Flame Stone and the Wraith Sand were among them.

He wanted to arrange a formation to use the Dark Witch Secret Technique to eliminate the Yang family's only remaining Yuan Infant Cultivator.

Most witchcraft requires the enemy's essence blood or hair, but these witchcraft also need Gu worms as a medium, and some secret techniques of the black witch do not require the enemy's essence blood or hair, and the Dividing Yuan Spell Spirit Technique is one of them.

The Dividing Element Spell Spirit Technique requires the cooperation of the bloodline of the enemy's descendants, and its descendants are used as a medium to kill the enemy with the help of the formation spell.

In order to arrange this set of formations, Wang Changsheng spent nearly a million spirit stones to buy materials before and after, as long as he killed the only remaining Yuanying monk of the Yang family, the others would not have to worry, and at that time, the people of the Yang family would be fish and meat on the chopping board, and Wang Changsheng would slaughter them.

Wang Changsheng had a crazy plan, the premise was that he had to quietly destroy the Yang family's Yuanying Cultivator.

It took him half an hour to set up the formation.

"How long will it take you to meet your family ancestor?" Wang Changsheng turned his head and commanded at the black-faced man.

"About a quarter of an hour. The black-faced man replied truthfully.

"Okay, now you immediately go and ask to see your ancestor, remember, you can't let a third person be present, if his Yuan Infant escapes out of the body, you will kill his Yuan Baby, remember not to damage the corpse, bring the corpse back. Wang Changsheng opened his mouth and commanded.

The black-faced man nodded, opened the stone door and left.

After the black-faced man left, Wang Changsheng took out a set of array flags and spread them near the stone gate, when he hit a three-color array plate with several magic tricks.

In a flash of inspiration, there were suddenly three light curtains of different colors of blue, red and blue on the stone door.

Wang Changsheng nodded with satisfaction, and asked the young man in white to strip naked and stand in the center of the circle.

In a secret room, the black-faced man was telling the yellow-robed old man something.

"Old Ancestor, just now when Sun Er sent Senior Wang to Yingxian Pavilion, he asked Sun Er a question, "There is only one Yuanying Monk in your Yang family! It stands to reason that Taiqing Palace should know that we have only one Yuanying Monk left, how could he ask this question? The more Sun Er thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, and he specially came to tell the Old Ancestor. The black-faced man said word by word, looking very serious.

"Did he really say that?" said the yellow-robed old man with a frown.

"Yes, I asked the patrol disciple who was in charge of receiving him, and it is said that Senior Wang once asked if there were any foreign monks entering our White Kirist Island, but the patrol disciple didn't say anything. The black-faced man nodded and continued.

Hearing this, the yellow-robed old man's face sank, and he opened his mouth and ordered: "You call that disciple here immediately, and let Tiansheng ······."

Before he finished speaking, his face became distorted, and dense blood-colored runes suddenly appeared on him, and he felt that the blood in his body seemed to be gushing out of his body, and at the same time, an inexplicable energy was surging in his body.

The old man in the yellow robe changed his face greatly, and he shouted loudly, mobilizing the mana in his body, and he was about to suppress this energy.

When the black-faced man saw this scene, his expression was as usual, and he didn't move.

On the other side, Wang Changsheng was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and the young man in white was naked, standing in the center of the formation.

Wang Changsheng had words in his mouth, and his ten fingers quickly pinched the tricks, and one after another spells hit the formation, and dense blood-colored runes burst out from the ground around him, burrowing into the body of the white-clothed young man.

The young man in white had his eyes closed, his face distorted, and his muscles bulging, as if he was suffering some kind of pain.

As soon as Wang Changsheng's spell stopped, several spells hit the formation.

A bloody light suddenly rose from the feet of the white-clothed young man, and a large piece of blood-colored runes surged out from all around, quickly burrowing into the white-clothed youth's body.

The body of the white-clothed young man swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his skin was covered with dense blood-colored runes.

In the secret room, the yellow-robed old man held his head in his hands, rolling around on the ground, his face was distorted, his skin was covered with blood-colored runes, and blood was spilling from his mouth, nose and eyes.

The old man in the yellow robe only felt that the qi and blood in his body were surging, and his body seemed to be about to burst, and the fierce color flashed in his eyes.

A miniature baby that looked exactly like him burst out of his body, holding a yellow throwing knife in his hand, and rushed straight at the black-faced man.

At this time, he didn't care about any family affection.

At the moment when his Yuan Ying left his body, his corpse suddenly burst into blood, and a large piece of blood-colored runes surged out, turning into a blood-colored net, quickly covering him.

Mini Yuanying's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly sacrificed the yellow flying knife in his hand.

At this moment, two sounds of breaking the air came, and two blue flying knives flew in, piercing the body of the mini yuanying.

With a scream, the mini infant collapsed and disappeared.

Just when the primordial infant of the yellow-robed old man was destroyed, a spirit tablet enshrined in the secret room of the Soul Hall was suddenly shattered.

Seeing this scene, Wang Changsheng nodded with satisfaction.

At this time, the young man in white was no longer on the magic circle, and suddenly scattered a large piece of flesh and blood, while destroying the old man in yellow robe, the medium of the young man in white was the first to burst and die, and he could not die again.