Villain: Starts from witnessing the evil experiments of the family

"Brother Shang Zuo, why do you have to embarrass these young people?"

The locked old man smiled, and his expression became more peaceful.

"Are you from the Zhao family?" The old man smiled at Zhao Yu.

"My ancestor is Zhao Yuan. Zhao Yu greets the ancestor Jinglong." Zhao Yu's eyes were calm, holding the formation flag in his hand, his spiritual power did not stop, and he clasped his fists respectfully.

"Good, very good!" The old man laughed, "So you are the little guy from Uncle Yuan's lineage."

"With you here, this generation of the Zhao family will surely prosper."

"If you have the chance, come to me, I have something to tell you."

"Jinglong!" Shang Zuo shouted, "You should let it go!"

"I let it go a long time ago..." The old man smiled and ignored him, but said to Zhao Yu: "Since you are a direct descendant of the Zhao family, you should know the forbidden spell of the direct bloodline, right?"

"If you don't know, you have to go back and study more!"

Hearing the six words "forbidden spell of the direct bloodline", Zhao Yu's heart was shocked, and the name on the nameplate suddenly appeared in Zhao Yu's mind.

In order to prevent the direct descendants of the Zhao family from fighting for positions, the first ancestor of the Zhao family, the martial emperor, left a curse in his blood.

All the descendants of the direct lineage cannot use evil moves to absorb the opponent's power. For example, some killing techniques can turn the killed person into their own power. Yuchi Yi's bloody sky fighting method is a similar technique.

Once the direct descendants of the Zhao family absorb it, their strength will surge in a short period of time, but after a period of time, the curse in the blood will erupt, and no direct descendant can escape it.

Of course, the concept of direct lineage is very broad.

However, as long as they are from the same lineage, there will definitely be an impact.

The descendants of the Zhao family whose strength is not greater than that of the original ancestor will be affected.

Shang Zuo's shadow said angrily, "Brother Jinglong, you even speak out to put pressure on the younger generation of your own clan. You are really crazy!"

"My friends, please take action!"

In an instant, golden mist emerged, and a surge of vitality appeared in the center of the formation.

Everyone, including Zhao Yu, felt that something was drawn out of their bodies at the same time, but it was still within their tolerance range and there was no discomfort at all.

"When morning energy gathers, yin and yang transform, evening energy arises!"

A white-haired Shang Zuo slowly walked into the air with a firm expression.

The next moment, Shang Zuo's face became visibly old, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle.

A black flag inlaid with runes appeared in his hand. It was actually a flag constructed by countless tiny formations. A strong light flashed above it, as if it was gathering some kind of vital force.

Everyone surrounded Shang Zuo. Song Wan and other people from the Ten Directions Alliance had fiery eyes. They knew that this mission was not trivial, but they were willing to follow Shang Zuo.

The Ten Directions Alliance had the lowest foundation, with only one powerful warrior in the Martial Emperor Realm. It was not a country as a whole, but relatively loose, so the foundation was naturally the shallowest.

Before the others came, they met Shang Zuo, who had promised that after they finished everything, the inheritance would be handed over to them, the Ten Directions Alliance.

On the other side, the five Sikhs, with Saint Fati as the center, seemed to be performing some kind of ceremony while controlling the flags, with serious faces.

Qian Junliang and the other two were well behaved. Liu Shihan took out a video recorder and started recording. He looked left and right, and it seemed that he didn't take the killing seriously.

It can be said that everyone present had their own considerations.

Shang Zuo raised the black formation flag and began to chant the ancient spell. The air around him began to fluctuate, and mysterious runes appeared in the air, forming a huge formation.

Countless runes quickly arranged their positions, and with Shang Zuo's command, the entire formation gradually became complete.

Suddenly, Zhao Jinglong stood up from the ruins, and the light on his body was very bright.

Shang Zuo watched calmly. He waved the formation flag, and the white light in the formation burst out instantly, turning into wisps of brown gas, like lightning, striking Zhao Jinglong.

Zhao Yu used the Star Luck Cultivation Method, his eyes were burning. At this point, things were irreversible, although the old man's words just now rang quietly in his heart.

But it was useless, Zhao Yu would not take action.

Shang Zuo, who had mastered the power of all the formations, had risen to the level of Yuanhai Realm. The walls of the room melted, and the formation puppets were thrown into the formation one by one, which greatly increased his momentum.

Shang Zuo was right. He really had reached the point where his oil lamp was exhausted. He had paid too much to kill Zhao Jinglong.

Rather than saying that he was manipulating the formation, it was better to say that the formation was maintaining Shang Zuo's existence.

There was no formation emperor. He was just a remnant soul that relied on the fourth-grade formation of the Yuanhai Realm to maintain his life.

However, this remnant soul madeThe Ten Directions Alliance was excited.

Although the soul was broken, the memory was real, and the inheritance was also true.

Moreover, the brown air seemed to be only aimed at Zhao Jinglong.

Perhaps because of their youth, Zhao Yu and the others did not feel any discomfort, and Zhao Yu even wanted to go forward to feel what the twilight air was.

In the way of luck, the twilight years are not necessarily ominous.

Who says that luck will definitely decrease when you get old?

There are also many cultivators in Longguo who are stronger with age, and the older they are, the faster they practice.

"Brother Jinglong, today, you should be free!" Shang Zuo's eyes were bright, and in the blink of an eye his phantom was getting younger, his white hair turned black, and a middle-aged man with extraordinary temperament appeared in front of everyone.

"Go!"

"Brother Shang Zuo, I still say the same thing." The corners of the old man's mouth rose, and the light on his body became hotter and hotter, "I, Zhao Jinglong, have no regrets!"

The ocean formed by the brown airflow completely enveloped Zhao Jinglong.

Gradually... Zhao Jinglong's breath gradually decreased. In just a few breaths, he became weaker than the Xiantian realm, and it was still gradually decreasing.

Shang Zuo's shadow also consumed a lot of energy. He could no longer show his detailed projection. The shadow became blurred, and his hair changed from black to white again.

"Senior." Song Wan suppressed his excitement, "Congratulations on achieving your goal."

"He first experienced several imperial battles, and then fought with me. I tried my best to seal him here. There was no spiritual energy supply and no resources. It was natural for him to reach this point today."

Shang Zuo waved his hand, "I will do everything I promised you."

He waved his arm, and three runes condensed into entities flew into the hands of Qian Junliang, Song Wan, and Saint Fati.

"Give this rune to the formation masters in your faction. As for how much they can comprehend, it depends on each individual."

"I hope that the three parties can help my descendants a little for my sake, and I will be satisfied."

Shang Zuo's tone became emotional.

He really paid a lot to kill Zhao Jinglong.

"Senior." The Sikh Saint Fati took a step forward, "Senior Shang, do you know that there is a big threat on Blue Star besides the demon race, called the demon race?"