Not long after, the young man in white and the burly man with a black face came to a stone room at the end of another corridor and knocked on the stone door.
After a while, the stone door was opened with a bang, and a round-faced man walked out.
"Uncle Eighteen, Uncle Sixteen." The round-faced man saluted to the two.
"Is there anything unusual?" The young man in white asked casually and walked in.
The stone room was a hundred feet in size, and there was a portrait hanging on the front wall. In the portrait, a young man in white with a refined face was looking into the distance.
Under the portrait, there was a long yellow wooden table with dozens of silver tablets on it, and each tablet was engraved with a name.
Under the yellow wooden table, there was a white jade table. On top of the table, there were a dozen shining spirit tablets. Each tablet had a name written on it.
Dozens of Yang Family's disciples were sitting cross-legged on both sides, meditating.
Seeing the young man in white and the burly man with a black face coming in, everyone hurriedly stood up and said in unison, "Uncle Eighteen, Uncle Sixteen."
"Is there anything unusual?" The young man in white nodded and asked casually.
"No, everything is as usual." The round-faced man replied truthfully. He hesitated for a moment, and asked carefully, "Uncle Eighteen, why did you come here with Uncle Sixteen?"
The young man in white smiled slightly, and with a shake of his sleeve, the stone door was closed. Then, he raised his right hand, and three shining white throwing knives flashed out, quickly penetrating the body of the round-faced man, and blasted towards the other Yang Family's disciples.
The burly man with a black face also took out two dim blue throwing knives, and slashed at his juniors.
"Uncle Eighteen, Uncle Sixteen, you …" A middle-aged man's face changed greatly, and before he could finish his words, his head was chopped off, and a large amount of blood gushed out.
With a burst of screams, the dozens of Yang Family's 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 Yang Family's ancestors on the yellow wooden table, and a touch of ridicule appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Yang Qian, I want you to pay a debt of blood with blood. You ruined my family, so I will let you have a taste of what it feels like to have your family destroyed." Immortal Wang muttered to himself, his eyes filled with killing intent.
After he finished speaking, he took out a heavy storage bag from his bosom and emptied it. After a roll of multicolored light, a large pile of things appeared on the ground.
Wang Changsheng drew a circle several zhang in size on the ground. He took out several hundred mid-grade spirit stones and buried them in the middle of the circle. At the same time, he buried the other materials around the circle, including the Blood Flame Stone and Underworld Soul Sand.
He wanted to set up a formation and use it to cast the Black Sorcery's secret technique, the Origin Separating Curse Technique, to eliminate the remaining Yuanying cultivators of the Yang Clan.
Most witchcraft spells required the enemy's blood essence or hair. However, these witchcraft spells also required Gu worms as a medium. Some of the Black Sorcerer's secret spells did not require the enemy's blood essence or hair. The Vitality Separation Curse Spell was one of them.
The Vitality Separation Curse Spell required the blood of the enemy's descendant. With the descendant as a medium, the spell could be used to kill the enemy.
In order to set up this formation, Wang Changsheng spent nearly a million spirit stones to buy materials. As long as he killed the remaining Yuanying cultivators of the Yang Clan, the rest of the Yang Clan would not be a problem. When that time came, the Yang Clan would be like fish on the chopping board, waiting to be slaughtered by Wang Changsheng.
Wang Changsheng had a crazy plan. The prerequisite was that he had to silently eliminate the remaining Yuanying cultivators of the Yang Clan.
He spent almost an hour before he finished setting up the formation.
"How long will it take for you to see your clan's Elder Ancestor?" Wang Changsheng turned his head and instructed the dark-skinned man.
"About fifteen minutes." The dark-skinned man replied truthfully.
"Good. Go and see your clan's Elder Ancestor immediately. Remember, you can't let a third person be present. If his Yuanying escapes from his body, you'll destroy his Yuanying. Remember, don't damage the body. Bring the body back," Wang Changsheng instructed.
The dark-skinned man nodded, opened the stone door, and left.
After the dark-skinned man left, Wang Changsheng took out a set of formation flags and arranged them near the stone door. He then cast several incantation seals on a three-colored formation plate.
Spiritual light flashed, and a light barrier of three different colors appeared on the stone gate.
Wang Changsheng nodded with satisfaction. He then asked the white-clothed young man to take off his clothes and stand in the center of the formation.
In a secret room, the dark-skinned man was reporting something to the yellow-robed old man.
"Elder Ancestor, when I was escorting Senior Wang to the Welcoming the Immortals Pavilion, he asked me a question. He said that your Yang Clan only has one Yuanying cultivator, right? It's reasonable to say that the Taiqing Palace should know that we only have one Yuanying cultivator left. Why would he ask such a question? The more I think about it, the more I feel that something is wrong. That's why I've come to report it to you, Elder Ancestor, "the dark-skinned man said word by word with a serious expression.
"Did he really say that?" the yellow-robed old man asked with a frown.
"Yes. I asked the patrolling disciple who was in charge of receiving him. It's said that Senior Wang once asked if any foreign cultivators had entered our White Fog Island, but the patrolling disciple didn't say anything." The dark-skinned man nodded and continued.
Hearing this, the yellow-robed old man's face darkened. He ordered, "Call that disciple here immediately. Also, tell Tiansheng …"
Before he could finish his words, his face became distorted. Dense blood-red runes suddenly appeared on his body. He felt as if the blood in his body was about to rush out. At the same time, an inexplicable energy was running amok in his body.
The yellow-robed old man's face changed drastically. He shouted loudly and mobilized the magic power in his body to suppress this energy.
When the dark-faced man saw this, his expression remained the same, and he remained motionless.
On the other side, Wang Changsheng sat cross-legged on the ground. The white-robed young man stood naked in the middle of the formation.
Wang Changsheng was chanting. His ten fingers quickly formed a seal and hit the formation. Dense blood-red runes jumped out from the ground and drilled into the white-robed young man's body.
The white-robed young man closed his eyes tightly. His face was distorted and blue veins were bulging. He seemed to be enduring some kind of pain.
Immortal Wang's incantation stopped. Several hand seals struck the formation.
A blood-red light suddenly rose from the white-robed young man's feet into the sky. A large number of blood-red runes rushed out from the surroundings and drilled into the white-robed young man's body.
The white-robed young man's body expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye. His skin was covered with dense blood-red runes.
In the secret chamber, the yellow-robed old man held his head with both hands and rolled on the ground. His face was distorted. His skin was covered with blood-red runes. Blood was flowing out from his mouth, nose, and eyes.
The yellow-robed old man only felt the blood in his body surging. His body seemed to be about to explode. A fierce look flashed through his eyes.
A mini baby that looked exactly like him jumped out of his body. It was holding a yellow flying knife and went straight for the dark-skinned man.
At this time, he couldn't care less about family.
The moment his Yuanying left his body, his body suddenly shone with a bloody light. A large number of blood-red runes rushed out and turned into a large blood-red net that quickly covered him.
The mini Yuanying's face changed greatly. He hurriedly threw out the yellow flying knife in his hand.
At this moment, two blue flying knives flew out and pierced through the mini Yuanying's body.
With a miserable shriek, the miniature Nascent Soul collapsed and disappeared.
Just when the yellow-robed old man's Yuanying was destroyed, a memorial tablet enshrined in the secret chamber of the Soul Hall suddenly shattered.
Seeing this, Wang Changsheng nodded with satisfaction.
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