A month later, Yongzhou.

A white light flew from the distant sky, and it didn't take long for it to stop in the void outside White Kirist Island.

After a moment of escape, Yang Qian's figure was revealed.

Soon, a team of Yang family disciples flew out of White Kirishim.

"Hey, it's the young patriarch. A tall and thin man at the head recognized Yang Qian.

"Since you know it's me, then get out of the way!" Yang Qian said lightly.

"Young Patriarch, the old ancestor has an order, after you come back, you must go to see his old man immediately, there must be no mistake. The tall and thin man reminded.

"Got it. Yang Qian raised his eyebrows, pinched the trick with one hand, and the white long sword under his feet shone brightly, carrying him into the White Mist Island.

It didn't take long for Yang Qian to stop in front of a blue palace dozens of feet high.

He put away his sword and strode in.

Yang Qian walked to the door of a secret room and said respectfully: "Grandson Yang Qian was ordered to come to meet the ancestor. ”

"Hmph, look at the good things you did, you still have the face to come back. A man's voice came from the secret room, and listening to his tone, he was a little dissatisfied.

When Yang Qian heard this, his heart sank, and he didn't dare to open his mouth to defend himself.

"Come in and talk. ”

With a "bang", the stone door opened.

Yang Qian didn't think much about it, and walked in with his feet raised.

As soon as he entered, the stone door shut.

The hall was empty, there was no one in it, and in the corner was a fine incense burner with a burning sandalwood stick.

"You sit down for a while, I'm busy with a little thing. A man's voice came from one of the secret rooms.

Hearing this, Yang Qian naturally didn't dare to say no.

Half an hour later, with a "bang", the door of the secret room opened, and an old man in a yellow robe and a man in white with delicate facial features walked out of the secret room, and the man in white was Wang Changsheng.

"Ancestor, this senior is ······ Yang Qian was slightly stunned when he saw Wang Changsheng, and asked with some curiosity.

"Hehe, this Taoist friend said that he was looking for you for something, and he and you are also old acquaintances. The old man in the yellow robe smiled and explained.

"Old acquaintances?" Yang Qian was confused, he hesitated slightly, and asked, "I don't know what the seniors call them." Where have you seen your juniors?"

"Hehe, you are very familiar with my name, I'm afraid you won't be able to forget it for the rest of your life, hear it clearly, my name is Wang Changsheng. Wang Changsheng smiled and said word by word, looking very serious.

"What, Wang Changsheng?" Yang Qian's face changed drastically, and he was about to spew out his natal flying sword when he opened his mouth.

But to his horror, he found that he could not use the slightest bit of mana.

Wang Changsheng's figure flickered, and he suddenly appeared in front of Yang Qian.

He clenched his right fist and smashed it Yang Qian's abdomen.

With a "bang", Yang Qian's body suddenly flew upside down, hit the stone wall, and fell heavily.

With a "poof", Yang Qian's face turned red, and he opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of blood.

"Impossible, how could you become a Yuanying monk, old ancestor, this person is Wang Changsheng, he has a big enmity with me, hurry up and kill him. Yang Qian's face turned pale, and he hurriedly shouted at the yellow-robed old man.

In this regard, the old man in the yellow robe turned a blind eye and remained motionless.

"Hehe, haven't you noticed that your ancestor doesn't have a trace of mana fluctuations? He is already dead, our Wang family who was harmed by your Yang family was ruined, and today I want your Yang family to pay for the blood debt. Wang Changsheng smiled and said coldly, his eyes full of murderous intent.

"Haha, what do you mean by me causing your Wang family to be ruined, if you hadn't coaxed Senior Sister Murong with your rhetoric, she would have married me a double cultivator a long time ago, if you didn't fight with me Senior Sister Murong, I would have calculated you? This is all your own fault, Wang Changsheng, if it weren't for you, I might already be the head of the Taiqing Palace, speaking of which, your clansmen were all killed by you. Yang Qian laughed and said with a hideous expression, his expression was a little crazy.

"Hmph, when you die, you have to have a hard mouth, I'll see how long your mouth can be hard. Wang Changsheng sneered.

After speaking, he took out three porcelain bottles from his arms, and after uncorking the bottles, a pitch-black centipede, a small green snake with a length of a foot, and a purple scorpion crawled out of it and quickly crawled towards Yang Qian.

Yang Qian secretly screamed badly, and hurriedly hid to the side.

The corners of Wang Changsheng's mouth flashed with a touch of sarcasm, and with a flick of his fingers, a white light flew out and landed on Yang Qian.

Yang Qian had no mana at this time, and was frozen by a simple immobilization technique, unable to move.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, three poisonous insects quickly crawled to his feet, the black centipede and the turquoise snake each bit Yang Qian, and the purple scorpion tail stabbed Yang Qian.

Yang Qian's face became hideous and distorted, as if he was in great pain.

Wang Changsheng stroked his sleeves and removed the fixing technique.

Yang Qian suddenly let out a burst of screams, fell to the ground and rolled around, his body hot and cold.

These three poisonous insects are all Gu worms killed from thousands of poisonous insects, although they are only fourth-level poisonous insects, but their toxicity is not below the ordinary fifth-level poisonous insects.

Wang Changsheng didn't want Yang Qian to die like this, he wanted to torture Yang Qian well.

He fed Yang Qian two antidote pills to prevent Yang Qian, who had lost his mana, from being poisoned.

Although he was not poisoned, Yang Qian was still in pain, and his body was hot and cold.

Wang Changsheng felt that the time was almost up, so he put away the three Gu worms, slapped the corpse bag on his waist with his palm, and Ye Mingyue flew out of it.

"He'll leave it to you, don't let him die too easily, and torture his soul after death. Wang Changsheng opened his mouth and commanded.

"The slave obeys. Ye Mingyue licked her red lips and agreed.

Wang Changsheng raised his feet and walked towards the secret room on the side, followed by the old man in the yellow robe.

It wasn't long before a terrible scream rang out.

In the next half month, representatives of the Immortal Cultivation Sect or the Immortal Cultivation Family rushed to White Fog Island, and there were hundreds of people, including monks in the Dan Stage and Qi Refining Period, who were properly arranged by Yang Tiansheng to stay.

Under the instruction of Wang Changsheng, Yang Tiansheng used the order of the Yang family's ancestor to let all the Yang family's monks return to White Fog Island.

Not no one doubted the actions of their own ancestors, and after being severely reprimanded by their own ancestors, even though these people were still a little suspicious, they didn't dare to say anything, and they obediently returned to White Kirishim.

At the same time, under the instruction of the Yang family's Yuanying monk, the black-faced man was responsible for guarding the Soul Hall and not allowing anyone to enter or leave the Soul Palace.

Out of prudence, Wang Changsheng asked Yang Tiansheng to be in the name of the Yuan Infant Ancestor, and let these doubtful Yang family elders be responsible for receiving the guests who came to participate in the treasure hunting conference.

On this day, seven melodious bells rang, the treasure hunting conference held by the Yang family officially began, the Yang family's protection array ban was opened, and the entire White Kirist Island was covered in a blue light curtain, and it was not allowed to enter or exit.

The killing, officially began.