Author: Master Xuanxin

The moon is dark and the wind is high.

Two ghost monks controlled a human skin magic weapon and flew in the night.

Lu Xuan and Cheng Lingzhu concealed their presence and followed behind them.

"As a Yuanying monk, when you come to a mortal country, you have to disguise yourself and arrest people and seize treasures quietly."

Lu Xuan and Cheng Lingzhu communicated via voice transmission.

Considering the injuries of the two people, it can be easily deduced that another force is chasing them, and the two of them dare not make a big show of it.

"These two people have empty auras and mixed magic powers. They are not disciples of a large sect."

Cheng Lingzhu said.

Lu Xuan looked at the backs of the two weak Nascent Soul cultivators and nodded in agreement.

There are still differences in combat effectiveness between monks at the same level.

Affected by the level of cultivation techniques, the quality of magic power of top immortal disciples can be said to be completely different from that of casual practitioners.

This does not include the assistance of cultivation resources such as heavenly materials and earthly treasures, rare medicines, etc.

Otherwise, the founder of Daoyan Sect would not go out of his way to steal teachers from major sects.

After one stick of incense.

The human skin magic weapon slowed down and landed near a cliff.

Two men in black jumped down from the magic weapon, and one of them carried Chu Han, the crown prince of Dongping Kingdom, who had been knocked unconscious.

The other person looked around cautiously, and after confirming that no one was following him, he took out a token.

There is a cave in front of the cliff. There is a formation inside to block and hide the aura. The Yuanying monks opened it with a token and entered it one after another.

After a while.

The air twisted slightly, and the figures of Lu Xuan and Cheng Lingzhu emerged.

The entrance to the cave is gray, as if covered with a layer of fog, which is the formation shield here.

Lu Xuan stretched out his hand a little, and a bright light lit up from his fingertips, and the shield quietly melted.

"Walk."

Lu Xuan waved his hand.

Cheng Lingzhu nodded and followed him into the cave.

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The space in the cave is narrow and can only accommodate one person.

After walking for dozens of miles, it suddenly became clear.

The exit of this cave is located in a huge valley.

At the very center of the valley is a black circular altar.

The diameter of the altar exceeds a hundred feet, and there are many people in black standing around it, thousands of them, all of whom are highly cultivated.

Twelve temples were piled on the altar, all made of human heads, with a square altar built in the center.

There are three men in black standing in front of the altar, facing many men in black.

The two on the left and right are the Nascent Soul ghost cultivators who kidnapped Chu Han tonight. The man standing among them seems to be the leader of this group of people.

"The Ancestral Witch Bone Plate has gathered together, tonight is the time when our Ghost Witch Sect will rise!"

The leader has a powerful voice and profound magic power. He is a monk in the late Nascent Soul stage.

He was holding a bone plate in his hand, which seemed to be made of several broken bones.

The leader of Wugui Sect respectfully placed the bone plate in the center of the altar, and then the three Nascent Soul monks took out daggers and cut them on their wrists without hesitation.

The blood flowed gurglingly, spilling onto the square altar, soaking the black bone plate, and flowing down the grooves of the altar.

The surface of the circular altar is also engraved with blood grooves, outlining fine lines, which are the inscriptions on the altar.

The blood flowed, filling the grooves of the array pattern, until the blood pattern connected the twelve temples and the central altar. Only then did the three men in black stop, their faces turning pale.

What they injected was not ordinary blood, but monks' essence and blood, which contained the original essence. Even those in the Nascent Soul realm could not bear it.

However, the faces of the three people showed enthusiasm.

The leader of the Wugui Sect knelt on the ground and recited a strange sacrificial inscription.

Everyone else also knelt down and followed the leader of the Wugui Sect, making obscure and difficult-to-speak sacrificial sounds.

Blood squirmed on the altar, and traces of blood energy emanated from the twelve temples and merged into the square altar. The black bone plates wrapped in blood actually levitated.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew up inside the altar. The leader of the Wugui Sect gave a low shout, and streams of qi and blood emerged from the disciples below, all rushing toward the black bone plates.

The ancestral witch bone plate glowed, and a weak consciousness was born from the bone plate and began to grow gradually.

As soon as this consciousness appeared, an extremely desolate and desolate atmosphere came out, as if some existence was coming from ancient times across a long period of time.

The blood energy of thousands of Wugui Sect disciples gathered into a blood mist giant, with a body so huge that it seemed to be able to stand upright against the sky and the earth.

The leader of the Witch Ghost Sect couldn't help but tremble, and his face showed a look of fanaticism, mixed with uncontrollable joy:

"Quick, quick, bring that mortal prince here!"

A figure was thrown in front of the altar, it was Chu Han, the crown prince of Dongping Kingdom.

Chu Han had already woken up, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw such a scene of barbaric sacrifices, and was immediately frightened to the point of death.

This is different from the cultivation of immortality he imagined!

What about cultivating one’s mind and cultivating one’s nature and being at ease?

Chu Han closed his eyes in despair, preparing to accept the arrival of death.

Unexpectedly, the blood mist giant didn't even look at him. He stretched out his huge palm and grabbed the leader of the Witch Ghost Sect in his hand.

"Ancestral witch, ancestral witch!"

The leader of the Witch Ghost Sect realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly shouted loudly, trying to communicate with the blood mist giant.

Unfortunately, these measures were ineffective. The being known as the "ancestral witch" threw the leader of the Witch Ghost Sect into his mouth like a jelly bean.

How can the flesh and blood of ordinary mortals be worthy of the Nascent Soul cultivator?

The remaining two Wugui Sect monks were horrified and were about to fly away using their magic power. The Blood Mist Giant stretched out his hand to grab them and followed the same pattern, swallowing them both into his mouth.

The three Nascent Soul cultivators sat down, and the blood mist giant's body solidified slightly. He stepped forward and opened his mouth to scream——

The bodies of thousands of Wugui Sect monks exploded and turned into blood mist. Every trace of blood energy gathered and rushed towards the giant.

However, this Qi and blood is still too little.

The blood mist giant urgently needed more blood food. He looked into the distance and saw a big city there. He sensed the abundant power of flesh and blood in it and was about to walk towards it.

However, two figures stood in front of him.

Lu Xuan had the Taoist sword hanging on his waist, and stood there with his feet spread apart.

Cheng Lingzhu followed him, his momentum a bit weak.

She was forced here by Lu Xuan.

The cooling down of the Patriarch's spirit summons had not yet healed, so Cheng Lingzhu felt that he should retreat first.

But Lu Xuan said he could beat it.

This confused Cheng Lingzhu——

In the dead city, Lu Xuan said he could fight.

In Yanshui City, Lu Xuan also said he could fight.

Now when he encounters a powerful being sacrificed by the Witch Ghost Sect, Lu Xuan still says he can fight it.

What kind of secret treasure is he carrying? Why does it seem like he can never use it up?

Isn’t this man too persistent?

Lu Xuan calmly raised his hand and motioned for Cheng Lingzhu to hide behind him.

But I was very emotional.

Many years ago, when he was with his master, he was the one holding Cheng Hongtan's thigh.

Now, he has grown into a towering tree that can protect against wind and rain.
Chapter completed!