The rain is getting heavier.
On the top of Jiuchi Mountain, the remaining three immortals of Beiyang Gate set up an altar on the top of the mountain.
Prepare to set up the altar and make a ritual offering.
Lieyang Zhenren was wearing a set of yellow-green Taoist robes in the rain, with disheveled hair, like an evil ghost.
He held a mahogany sword in his hand and danced in the rain.
There are several scarecrows made of straw on the table, with names and birthdays on them respectively.
In the middle of the altar is a blood-colored coffin the size of a palm.
Although the coffin is small, it is extremely evil.
The other three Beiyang Clan masters also held a ceremony under the command of Lieyang Master, but what they did was to summon the secret method of eight soldiers and eight armors.
Another disciple stumbled to the top of Jiuchi Mountain in the rain, his face frightened and pale with panic.
He knelt on the ground and reported: "Abbott, for some reason the six masters of Taiyi Gate have all released the Soul Lock of the Three Evils and regained their strength. Now they are about to rush to the Sanqing Hall of Beiyang Gate.
The disciples who were killed ran around and screamed, and fled down Jiuchi Mountain one after another.
Please ask the abbot to take action to stop Taiyimen’s attack. Otherwise, our Beiyangmen will be doomed!”
In the reincarnation of heaven, there are originally five real people in Taiyi Gate, and there are nine real people in Beiyang Gate.
Even the abbot Lieyang Zhenren is still a third-class Orange Fire Zhenren, and he has suppressed more than one head of the Taiyi Sect.
Besides, the real people of Taiyi Sect had their souls locked by the Three Evils three years ago and fell into disgrace.
It's no longer something to be afraid of.
But who would have expected that now the three evil spirit locks have been unlocked, and even Zhuya, the eldest disciple of the Xuan generation, has become a real person.
Yesterday, we also killed five real people sent by Beiyang Clan to attack Taiyi Clan.
Now there are only four real people left in the entire Beiyangmen.
Although there are two less people than Taiyi Gate, Beiyang Gate still has a great chance of winning.
After all, Abbot Lieyang Zhenren is a third-class orange fire, and his strength is much higher than that of Nian Ri and Ni Yuefei, who are second-class orange fire.
But the abbot seemed stunned.
Instead of blocking Taiyimen's attack, he went to the top of Jiuchi Mountain in the afternoon to offer sacrifices to the altar and perform rituals.
I don't know what to do either.
The Beiyang Sect is inherently loose. The disciples who come to learn Taoism only want to make money, but they are not willing to sacrifice their lives.
What's more, the people who broke in from Taiyi Sect were all real people, how could they dare to confront them head-on.
As soon as they met the people from Taiyi Sect, they cried and screamed, and then they were defeated and they all ran away.
If this continues, won't the Taiyi Sect be wiped out?
Long Xunzi, who was performing a ritual ceremony at the side, raised his head after hearing his disciple's words, and looked at Zhenren Lieyang with a troubled expression: "Abbott, what this disciple said makes some sense. The Taiyi Sect has already attacked the Sanqing Palace. How about we go first?
To stop them?"
Master Lieyang glared at him, his eyes were crazily red, which startled Long Xunzi.
He felt cold in his heart.
Many years ago, the abbot of my Beiyang Gate changed.
He used to look like a handsome gentleman, but he became violent and moody.
The strength has also changed from second-class orange fire, breaking through overnight, to third-class orange fire.
What exactly happened, Long Xunzi never dared to explore.
After all, under the management of the abbot, Beiyangmen is getting stronger and stronger.
But now it seems that there are a lot of strange things.
I heard Master Lieyang sneer: "Those disciples are just rubbish. I, the Beiyang Sect, can have as many as I want. Just recruit them after they die."
The people from Taiyi Sect want to destroy me, Beiyang Sect, but in the end they will kill us real people.
This nine-foot mountain top is the decisive battle.
I will let everyone in Taiyi Sect shed their blood on the mountain mud in sacrifice for my son’s life.”
He stared at the disciple who came to report, with a cruel smile on his face.
The disciple felt cold all over when he saw his abbot, and an ominous premonition surged in his heart.
He turned around and ran away.
Lieyang Zhenren snorted: "You're already here, so don't leave. I happen to be short of some blood, your blood is useful. Eat my Beiyangmen, take my Beiyangmen, and give up your life, too."
At Beiyangmen.
It can be regarded as a sign of loyalty for Beiyang Clan."
After saying that, he raised his hand, and there seemed to be a pair of invisible big hands in the air, grabbing the Beiyang Clan disciple who was trying to escape.
The disciple was lifted into the air and struggled desperately.
Master Lieyang clapped his hand in the air, and heard only the dull sound of the watermelon breaking.
The disciple was actually beaten into bloody mud by an invisible hand, dyeing the entire soil red.
The soil on the ground sucked the blood and became extremely evil.
Soon, the blood was absorbed by the soil and turned back into black mud.
It's just that the color is darker.
Even in the night, that patch of soil was extremely dark.
Seeing the tragic death of their disciple, the three masters of Beiyang Gate were so frightened that they dared not say a word.
Over the years, Master Lieyang killed countless disciples and slapped them to death in a fit of rage.
It's just that today, his behavior was even more evil.
Perhaps it was because of the death of his only son that he was stimulated.
"Get up the altar!"
A fire flashed in the eyes of Master Lieyang, and he grabbed the peach wood sword again.
No one saw that there was something moving faintly in his pupils.
Like, a few long and thin insects.
After hearing the abbot's order, the few remaining monks at Beiyang Gate froze and stood up.
Although they didn't know what kind of altar Master Lieyang asked them to set up or what kind of Dharma they did.
This method, no matter how you look at it, is so evil.
It doesn't seem like the right way.
Even through the abbot's hands over the years, his Beiyangmen disciples have learned a lot of sinister evil ways.
But this time, the way he performed the ritual was even more evil than before.
On the surface, it is the evil technique of Six Soldiers and Six Armors, but inside it is filled with evil spirit.
And the direction of the approach is wrong.
It's facing down.
What's down there?
Abbot, what exactly do you want to awaken by using the method of making offerings?
No one dared to ask.
not a single one.
Long Xunzi also sighed secretly and followed suit.
In my heart, the ominous premonition was even stronger.
He had the idea of ​​​​escape. He only had to wait for the right moment and wait until the abbot and the real person of Taiyi Sect came into close combat.
He Long Xunzi ran away.
The further away you can escape, the better.
He has some relationship with the Zhengyang Sect and will join the Zhengyang Sect when the time comes.
Regardless of whether Beiyang Clan wins or Taiyi Clan wins in the end. With the Zhengyang Sect as his backer, no one dares to touch him.
Several people silently recited a mantra, and Master Lieyang suddenly slapped the Eight Immortals table.
The three scarecrows on the altar were immediately photographed by him.
Long Xunzi subconsciously raised his head and saw the name and birth date on the scarecrow floating in the air, which was very familiar.
Astonishingly, it belongs to him and two other real people!
A chill ran down Long Xunzi's spine. He no longer cared about what to do and wanted to run away.
Suddenly, he felt a chill that pierced his heart.
Long Xunzi turned around in shock, only to see the abbot's crazy face and expression.
"Do you think you can really escape while I'm fighting with Taiyimen?"
Master Lieyang didn't know when he came behind Long Xunzi and pierced his heart with a sword.
Long Xunzi stared in disbelief: "Abbott, why did you kill me!"
"I don't have enough blood to revive my son."
Master Lieyang smiled slightly: "You have been with me for decades. You are a member of my Beiyang Clan when you are born, and you are also a ghost of my Beiyang Clan when you die. Leave your flesh and blood to resurrect your nephew's life.
, it can be considered a meritorious deed!”
Long Xunzi vomited blood and felt regretful in his heart.
Damn it, who the hell wants to use his own life to resurrect your son?
I haven't even lived enough yet.
He struggled, desperately trying to escape.
The sword in Master Lieyang's hand has broken his heart.
With a flick of the sword, Xue and Long Xunzi's body all fell onto the evil soil.
The evil earth seemed to be constantly squirming, swallowing all the body and blood of Long Xunzi.
Soon, Long Xunzi's whole body sank into the earth.
Master Lieyang raised his head and looked at the other two Masters of Beiyang Gate.
The two real men were so frightened that they looked at each other and immediately ran away in two directions.
Master Lieyang has gone crazy. In order to save his son, he is actually killing his fellow disciples.
Those disciples below the real person level were killed, but they didn't expect that even them, Lie Yang Zhenren, would not be spared.
If a person dies, how can he be resurrected?
The two masters from Beiyang Gate thought they could escape quickly, but they never imagined that Master Lieyang was faster than them.
Master Lieyang threw the steel sword in his hand, like a bolt of lightning, piercing one of the masters.
Another real person was grabbed by the throat by the invisible hand of Lie Yang Zhenren before he ran a few steps.
The man kept begging for mercy: "Abbott, I am the second elder of the Beiyang Sect. You cannot kill me. Otherwise, I am in the Zhengyang Sect..."
Puff.
Chapter completed!