Nine generations of immortals...

Looking at the violently trembling purple gold gourd, Yang Yu couldn't help but feel sank.

At this moment, he deeply realized what it means to be an old man but not die is to be a thief.

Three thousand years, too long, too long.

After a hundred years and six generations, three thousand years, dynasties have changed dozens of times, and the vast ocean will also turn into mulberry fields.

A strong man who was successful in fortune and became famous in the chaotic times at the end of the Qin Dynasty, who had experienced dozens of dynasties without dying, seemed to have achieved anything that could be accepted.

Not to mention the old woman who loves to live for three thousand years, I am afraid that her achievements will not be as low as anyone else.

only……

"She really has nine such powerful incarnations?"

After suppressing the throbbing in his heart, Yang Yu's thoughts changed, his mind had already stepped into the gluttony cauldron, and he pressed the violently trembling purple gold gourd.

In this battle, he had exhausted everything except for fighting for his life, and even Feng Wushuang was included.

Still just one line away, he was killed.

The old woman's mightyness had reached an incredible level. He didn't believe that she had eight of her incarnations like this.

Buzz!

As if he noticed Yang Yu's arrival, the riot inside the Purple Gold Gourd became more and more fierce. He even felt that the Purple Gold Gourd might be burst by her.

This is not an illusion.

The immortality of the Tao fruit is not indelible, but no matter what means it is used to erase, it will still appear again at a certain time and place.

roar!

roar!

What came from the gourd was a whistling like a ghost. The moment his soul was suppressed by the purple gold gourd, his spiritual intelligence had disappeared.

But even so, it is very difficult to suppress the Purple Gold Gowl. This is still the case with the Dragon Abyss Ghost Sword and the Evil Suppression Seal.

"call!"

Under the secludedness, the soul and soul have an unobstructed fate.

Yang Yu had never induced Tongyou to see the same person so many times, but what moved him was that whenever he induced Tongyou, he could see different things before.

The old woman's fate changed irregularly and shook. It seemed that outside the distant void, someone was sensing it with various means, trying to retract this incarnation.

"You can't leave!"

At this moment, even his extremely serious injury was not as important as this soul.

With the blessing of divine will, the three great Taoist fruits trembled violently.

"roar!"

"roar!"

It seemed that I had noticed something, and the soul body fluctuated in the purple gold gourd became more and more intense, and later it even came out of the body.

"Um?!"

In the place where Yang Yu sat cross-legged, Wang Muzhi stood up to protect the Dharma. Suddenly, he heard shrill ghost howls. Looking intently, he saw strands of black mist flowing out of the former body.

This is?

When he noticed the black fog, he suddenly felt a little frightened.

"That old witch's aura?!"

As his mind tightened, lightning rose between Wang Muzhi's ten fingers, and he stepped forward in one step, transforming into twelve figures, and at the same time activated the Yin-Yang-Changing Hand.

In an instant, lightning and light intertwined, instantly intertwined into a power grid, covering the continuous overflowing black fog.

"ah!"

When the black fog collided with the lightning, a substantial sound of ghosts and gods cried out.

"Who?!"

The light of Qidao flashed and saw the black fog filled, and his mind couldn't help but feel tight:

"That old dove..."

He subconsciously wanted to lift Fang Tian Hua Ji, and the breath made his hair stand up.

"Don't, don't move!"

Suddenly, the little bitch squatting on his shoulder opened his mouth and became crisp:

"Brother, brother is beating that bad mother-in-law..."

"Um?"

Qi Daoguang was slightly stunned, his expression calmed down a little.

Naturally, he would not keep such a little guy's words in his heart. He stopped because the breath had disappeared.

Buzz!

In the Glutty Cauldron, a lilac-colored masterpiece.

Under the purple light, the purple gold gourd and the Longyuan Ghost Sword fell silent, but the evil seal could not stop trembling and radiate purple light.

Without the support of the body, this soul was mostly worn out by the three great fruits, but only half of it was more terrifying than the thousands of ghosts he had collected before!

【Evil-Suppressing Seal: Soul Refining and Corpse】

【Silent Ghost: None】

[Yin Shen: Jing Yi (dead)]

【Grass Head God: One】

It’s not a ghost, it’s not a ghost, but a grass-headed god!

Yang Yu felt relieved, and above the cauldron wall, various words were already flowing down.

【Nameless Grass Head God】

【Fate: Turtle Shape】

【Fifteen Destiny】

【Fate: Unblessed】

The grass-headed god who can bless fifteen fates!

"Fifteen fates..."

Prison Yang was shocked.

To this day, his upper limit of fate is still ten, which is equivalent to Li Chuang, who was regarded as a hidden dragon by Wang Muzhi.

Although he could feel that his fate growth was far from the upper limit, there were still ten items so far.

And this grass-headed god can theoretically bless fifteen purple lives!

"Fifteen purple lives..."

He glanced at the silent purple gold gourd. After the battle, his life was burned out. He had all the thirteen purple lives that had poor mothers. He had all captured them!

"If you give all these thirteen purple lives to this grass-headed god..."

The thought flashed, and Yang Yu was a little moved, but he did not continue to do it.

The new soul body on the evil-suppressing seal was ignorant and blank, and he had no idea how to compile it.

call!

Pressing the throbbing in his heart, his mind returned to silence, and began to transport blood and heal his wounds.

The injuries he suffered were too severe.

Not only was the recoil injury, but also the injury that he forced the mustard seed space to be cut by his sword energy.

In addition, the most troublesome thing is just to compete with the self-sacrifice seal that was triggered by the three thousand years of cultivation of his mother, which made him exhausted, and his five senses fell to a level that he had never seen before.

The overlapping of many injuries caused him to stand up by himself without the support of others.

"Little Prison!"

The moment when Yang Yu opened his eyes, the first thing that caught his eyes was the tears in his mother-in-law and the restless old man.

Grandma Yang, who had been frightened for many days, looked at Yang Yu, who was covered in scars, and she burst into tears. She wanted to step forward, but she was afraid of hurting him.

"Mother-in-law, I'm fine."

Holding her mother-in-law's cold palm tightly, Yang Yu stood up, and the afterglow swept over, Feng Wushuang, who was already a little old, stood in the shadow.

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To comfort the old man and the others, Warden Yang breathed a sigh of relief, and the big rock in his heart finally landed on the ground.
To be continued...