The Martial Peak (New)
MP 413s

413: Sacrifice the Ancestor

After finishing three, I asked for some monthly tickets ... In the main hall of the bamboo festival, Pang Chi and Mu Nandou looked at the two people behind Yang Kai's face.

"Is there an opinion?" One of the people who seemed to be dying, snorting, and the immense feeling of God suddenly disappeared.

Sensing the power contained in this god, Pang Chi and Mu Nandou changed their minds, and this realized that these two people who were about to become wood were not mediocre.

This kind of incredible knowledge was enough to sweep away the small forces throughout the entire Beicheng District.

It quickly converged on the look, panicking and waving: "Don't you dare not!"

“Go!” Who opened his hand.

Not seeing the movements of the two tower-like men behind him, Pang Chi and Mu Nandou were wrapped in strength, and instantly disappeared into the hall, leaving only a faint bloody scent in the air.

After the song Gao Yi and Shadow Nine disappeared, Yang Kaicai smiled slightly.

It has been five days since I asked them to follow.

The two blood servants were severely injured, and it was only on the bed to heal the wound, but Yang Kai covered his ears with their physical condition. It seemed that they would die soon after them, and they were given wherever they went.

In the past five days, Yang Kai had not spoken to them and had never given them any instructions.

But what made Yang Kaixin happy was that she did not feel the slightest intolerance from the look of Qu Gaoyi and Shadow Nine, and she did not mean anything.

Now they can exert their strength less than 30% of the peak. But the small force that would sweep through the capital was no big deal.

There was no time, Yang Kai originally wanted Pang Chi and Mu Nandou to slowly erode the small army that could move, but the battle for battle was about to begin, soon enough, and he can't wait too long.

In desperation, two blood maids were sent to help them.

Standing up, Yang Kaichong waited for the bamboo festival at the side to help the high level: "Take me to your warehouse."

"Yes!"

The bamboo festival helped to eat away at the two small powers, and in addition to Yang Kai's request, he bought a lot of materials for the alchemy refining tool. Everything is now stored in the warehouse.

Yang Kaijin turned inward and walked out again, there were many good things in the black book room.

Counting the large amount of materials sent by Yangzhen, the hall of elders, five days ago. Yang Kai's storage was now small and large.

The efficiency of the Presbyterian Church was quite high, on the same day, Yang Kai simply said that all the remaining credits were converted into materials, and everything was done that night.

Looking at the rich material from the two carriages. Yang Kai and his two old family members were shocked.

All those materials were good things above the heavenly level, and even a tenth of them were Xuan grades, and each alchemy distiller was half!

Fortunately, the Yang family had a strong foundation, otherwise it would not be able to produce so much material.

Yang Yingfeng did not expect that Yang Kai would have great credit after he exchanged two blood maids.

Yang Kai did not think of himself.

The father and son stayed for a while before returning to God, now everything was in the black book room.

“Let Pang Chi continue to collect materials, and if I have enough, I will send it to War City.” Who opened his mouth and took big steps with his hands.

City Battle! This was a city built by Yang Jia for battle fighting. It's only a hundred miles away.

“Ya!” The top of the bamboo gang screamed.

When Yang drove away, he felt a little confused. How did his son get out in the barn and then get out? Nothing seems to be taken.

The probe slipped to the ground, and the man suddenly became scared and savage.

The material was originally placed in a warehouse. At this moment, they all disappeared.

This ... how can this be a good wow ... Three days later, Yang Jia sacrificed the roof.

A magnificent building stood, the ground was flat and level, and a soft, red blanket had been placed on it. The roof was majestic, and two huge stone pillars headed straight for the sky. On the stone pillars, dragons were carved, and the various patterns in the phoenix for nine days were clear.

The blue sky was cloudless, the wind whistled, blowing the blood red banners of the Yang family, hunting and hunting.

Nearly a thousand Yang Jiawu, dressed in uniform black costumes, gathered around the large memorial roof.

Thousands of people, breathing in one unit, the same breath, the call and the suction, seem to be able to roll this part of heaven and earth.

Right under the sacred roof, the eight younger generations of the Yang family who had bathed and changed clothes looked extremely meticulous, standing in order of the young and old, gazing towards the worship platform.

There was a call to fight: "A fall family master Qiu Shoucheng!"

"Your family leaves are crazy!"

"Meng Xiping, the Meng family home, is here!"

......

Just a few decades ago, the Yang family battle was almost the biggest and most lively event in the entire world. The other seven people in the middle of the country will not be sluggish, all of them brought by families.

Some of the Yang children introduced these guests to arranged positions and sat down for tea.

Half an hour before and after, the seventh owners arrived in full.

When the host appeared, Qiu Shoucheng and the others got up and held their fists.

Yang Yinghao returned to the ceremony and shouted: "Today is the day when my Yang family sacrificed to worship the ancestors. Thank you for coming to join us, please sit down!"

Qiu Shoucheng, you madman, Meng Xiping, someone with a slight decapitation, crouched down in the light, falling back onto the chair.

Yang Kai's eyes were fixed on Yang Yinghao's body. This man should be his uncle. His actual age might be several years older than Yang Siye.

But now, Yang Yinghao looked like his white hair, and he had already entered the end of the year, and even on his face, there was a deep frown.

He wasn't like this before Cang Yun's death. Back then, he was also middle-aged, though not young, but not too old.

The reason for that was only because he was injured by the phantom king and the extinct poison king in the battle in the evil land of Cang Yun.After returning to the family, after returning to, he used the life and death cycle of the Yang family to live for thirty years. Expelling his own injury.

The family position is very important, so even though you know that the life expectancy of 30 years is too great. Yang Yinghao also had to first guarantee his integrity.

It is not a continuation of simple trauma, but the most direct separation of life.

Yang Yinghao, had become very old.

It was because he did not know how long he could live. Therefore, I really want to remember all of Yang Jiaxuan and start the victory battle.

Yang Lan and Yang Lan looked at their father, and they felt sad in their hearts.

Yang Yinghao was an indifferent expression, and he only told the rules in battle.

There was no rule, the Yang family would only give blood to all the priests as followers, and the blood servants were also restricted in battle, besides, the Yang family would not provide a sect. Any direct assistance.

No matter who is the dark arrow or the trick, who can laugh in the end. Who is the winner of the victory battle.

“You don't remember?” Yang Yinghao looked at the eight people standing below and asked, everyone nodding.

“Then worship the sky, worship the ancestors!” Yang Yinghao waved his hand and shouted.

All kinds of problems have been prepared, in front of solemn ceremonial platforms. In the incense burner, the hard-to-find sixth order monster was lifted, and Yang Yinghao killed it, and blood sprinkled it on the roof.

To sacrifice heaven with blood, to worship the ancestors!

The ceremony was very complicated, and the younger generation of the Yang family was under the guidance of Yang Yinghao. Complete your mission carefully.

In the entire process, the seven strongmen also appeared intelligent, observing the performance of the eight people, observing whether their son and daughter allies were worthy, and observing whether the enemy was strong.

Finally, after worshipping Yang Jiali Zulesong, the entire ceremony was finally completed.

"This isn't the case, you're dead or I'm dead, you're so independent!" Yang Yinghao shouted and waved: "Go!"

The eight of them were extremely strong, and they whistled, and they stopped in front of the eight people. The eight young disciples of the Yang family twisted their mounts.

The wind stopped, and the atmosphere in the air suddenly felt stagnant, and the breath of thousands of people suddenly stopped.

Eight people looked at each other and smiled.

Vertically, hands and feet, coming out of the middle is the enemy! I will not have mercy.

Also ...

“Kakak is gone!” Yang Wei Shen Shen, the voice was falling, stepping on the clouds had dashed away.

“Come!” Yang Lan laughed.

Eight horses stepped on the clouds and flew over a special part of the Yang family, rolling up all the dust and smoke, vying for fear.

“The old man went to see the excitement!” Kang Jia, the owner of the Kang family, smiled and waved his hand. The pure original element wrapped around his entourage and disappeared with lightning.

“Go with you, go together!” Gao Jiajia, the main high ink, follows.

“The old man also left!” Kang Jiajia, Kang Zheng, was unwilling to show weakness.

In an instant, the people of the seven people walked cleanly and disappeared.

“I don't know the number of gifts!” Yang Yinghao snorted and blamed the old men for not greeting.

Along the way, eight underground people were rushing in the sky, seven people in the sky were flying, but for a moment, they had already walked out of the South Gate.

Outside the south gate, it seems to be more lively than the Yangjia Festival. Countless powers, big and small, hoped for it. They knew that today was the day when the battle for battle began. It was natural to wait here early, for the Yang Family who followed him to go to the battle city.

Outside the main south gate, a dense crowd of people, even within a few miles away, were still people silently observing.

“Which Changyang Valley will follow this son?” Some familiar people started to say hello.

"Of course, Yang Shen's six sons."

"Don't go, definitely lose, go with us Feiyunzhuang, follow second son Yang Lan, second son has the potential of more than six sons."

"really?"

"Nature is right, come and come, I'll tell you, I know a lot of people inside." The two men hooked their shoulders and went to a secret language.

For example, third-rate forces like Changyang Valley and Feiyunzhuang, there was no way to tie up with Yang Jiaxuan. Before the start of the battle, the son of the Yang family could not be seen. He can only wait here. Many of them see where the child follows, or listen to a friend and follow the past.