Rumbles of thunder followed by explosions rang out across the sky, bright lightning tore through the sky, and the pouring rain was crazy and terrifying. It seemed as if the whole world was going to collapse and be destroyed tonight.

It's over, it's over.

The descendant of the Eagle Flute collapsed on the altar, covered in mud and water. He stared blankly at Wei Xun and the demon Black Sheep fighting together. His heart was full of sorrow and his mind was confused. I don’t know if the king’s sacrifice was finished and destroyed, or if he was sacrificed.

Sacrifice to the unknown devil, your life will be over.

The demon black sheep is so terrifying and mysterious that at first glance it means that the demon's consciousness has arrived in advance - the king's sacrifice has been completed.

It desperately wanted to kill Wei Xun, but Wei Xun obviously stole its sacrifice to other demons. His life was over, and he had to bear the wrath of the great demon Chabalen - etc.

A ray of light pierced the fog, and the heir of the eagle flute trembled, staring at Wei Xun as if he was seeing a ghost.

If Wei Xun was controlled by other demons and gave sacrifices to other demons, if Chabalaren wanted to take back the sacrifices, he should fight that demon.

Even if he kills Wei Xun in anger, what's the use?

Wei Xun is not a demon who received a sacrifice!

The successor of the eagle flute seemed to have thought of something in the electric light and flint, but the thought was too terrifying and incredible, and he seemed to have thought of nothing. In the dark night, he seemed to see Wei Xun glance at him while fighting with the black sheep, his dark eyes were deep

There is a faint red light flickering here and there.

Bang!

The descendant of the Eagle Flute was knocked away directly. He didn't even realize why he suddenly got up and rushed forward to block the escape direction of the demon black sheep with his body. His chest was sunken and blood surged, and the demon sheep's horns were torn apart.

The clothes on his chest fell into pieces, and the skin on the Heir of the Eagle Flute's chest was exposed. His chest was actually densely covered with feather-like flesh scales, which looked weird and terrifying.

It was these flesh scales that prevented him from being hit and killed by the demon sheep.

But now no one cares about what the heir of the eagle flute looks like. The shrill bleating sound of the devil sheep makes people dizzy and nauseated. However, it failed to escape this time and has lost its last chance. The White Wolf King suppressed it with the weight of his body.

The demon sheep bit its throat. Wei Xun grasped the corners of the demon sheep's plate, and the narrow crystal knife in his hand shattered. He directly grabbed the demon sheep's eyeball with his hand.

Bang bang!

Two sheep's eyes as big as a man's fist fell to the ground, bouncing around like pinballs and spinning around.

“Yeah——!!”

Even if its throat is bitten or its belly is scratched, it is extremely ferocious. The lively demon sheep suddenly succumbed after losing its eyeballs. It could no longer support the weight of the White Wolf King on its back, and was pressed to its knees with a pale sheep face.

There were two bloody holes in his eyes, and there were obviously no eyeballs, but Wei Xun felt that he was still being stared at fiercely by someone's malicious and angry gaze, and the hatred and anger in that gaze seemed to want to cut him to pieces.

Come on then.

Wei Xun smiled and stepped on the sheep's head. A narrow crystal knife appeared in his hand and chopped off the sheep's head. Wei Xun thought, and the demonic fire came with a bang, burning fiercely on the demonic goat's corpse and the two vain attempts to roll away.

on the eyeballs.

Devil Sheep, die!

The heavy rain fell even more violently, but it could not extinguish the fiercely burning demonic fire. Wei Xun did not feel sorry for the food being burned. He dug out the sheep's eyes and absorbed the demonic energy from the demonic sheep the moment he killed it——

All living things on the altar are his sacrifices. After the demon sheep is weak and unable to resist, of course he can directly extract the demon energy of the demon sheep, just like he controlled the descendant of the eagle flute and let him fly to physically block the sheep.

If Wei Xun thought about it, he could absorb the life force of everyone on the altar in an instant, or turn them all into puppets, and they would be completely unable to resist.

Thanks to the heavy rain that helped him when he was reciting the sacrificial words, he changed the sacrificial words to all sacrifices, so that Wei Xun could monopolize the sacrifices.

The demonic fire burned the demonic sheep to ashes. Wei Xun looked at Serincuo Lake in the distance and saw the black water boiling like boiling water. The dark demonic energy steaming majestically on the lake was like an enraged dragon.

He would suddenly tamper with the sacrificial words at this time, instead of waiting until the king was canonized and the god came to do it. It was Chabalan who was anxious.

Lama Cuocao and High Priest Yangjin should have taken action to strengthen the seal, so that the big devil could seize all the sacrifices and increase his own strength.

Wei Xun couldn't help but lick his lips. He was still hungry.

This demon sheep is just the carrier of Chabalaren's consciousness, not his incarnation. There is not much demonic energy in the body, but it is just a snack.

Wei Xun felt very hungry, burning with hunger. He had never been so hungry since the time when Drunken Beauty in Xiangxi lost control until now.

The person being sacrificed was the ‘Great Demon Wei Xun’, who could only be regarded as a devil cub now. The sacrifice did not match his identity, and the gap between the great devil and the devil cub made Wei Xun feel crazy and hungry.

You have to eat, you have to eat more, to become a big devil.

Desire and reason are fighting each other, and everyone on the altar, including animals and priests, are all desserts in Wei Xun's eyes.

It is a sacrifice that surrenders both soul and body to him.

It smells really good.

Wei Xun's eyes narrowed in intoxication, enjoying the temptation of delicious food. His sanity gradually collapsed, the devil in his heart was ready to move, and his will almost slipped into an uncontrollable abyss.

When he really couldn't control it, he hugged the white wolf king who was vigilantly scraping away dust, buried himself in the thick wolf fur, took a deep breath, rubbed it, and nibbled off a few wolf hairs.

After the demonic energy was suppressed again, Wei Xun let go of the White Wolf King and looked at what he dug out.

The demon sheep was burned into a pile of ashes by the demonic flames. The ashes were impervious to fire and water, heavy as sand, and could not be washed away by heavy rains, but they were picked apart by the White Wolf King.

Among the ashes was a golden bell as big as a soybean.

The White Wolf King was about to bite the golden bell into pieces, but Wei Xun put his hand into the wolf's mouth and snatched it out.

No reminder, this is not the last main quest item.

But it must be related to the Great Demon Chabalen.

Wei Xun could hardly wait to find the devil, but before that, he had to do one more thing.

The heir of the eagle flute lay in the cold muddy water in a panic. When the devil sheep screamed for the last time, his brain felt like being hit by a heavy hammer. The world was turned upside down in an instant, and his vision went dark and he lost consciousness. He even thought he was dead until he was awakened.

He opened his eyes in confusion again, and his blurry vision became clear. He saw the dark green cloak and Wei Xun.

"Ho ho!"

The heir to the eagle flute made a sound of panic in his throat, and his conditioned reflex was to retreat desperately. The moment he saw Wei Xun, he was convinced that he was not dead - he was of the blood of the golden-winged roc, and he would go to Wei Molongren if he died.

That is where gods and Buddhas live, there can be no demons!

There is no way Wei Xun——

"Yo, you know?"

Wei Xun chuckled lightly, and the descendant of the Eagle Flute trembled, his eyes frightened.

Yes, yes, Wei Xun could see what he was thinking, and his soul was controlled by Wei Xun, as expected!

"You, how dare you."

The heir of the eagle flute spoke incoherently: "Are you not afraid——"

The Eagle Flute had no regrets. At this moment, he wanted to understand everything. Before, he didn't want to think about it, he didn't dare to think, but aside from his concerns, he wanted to understand!

Wei Yan, he turned out to be a devil!

Xiangxiong's kingdom is overwhelmed, and the crown and eagle flutes are lost in the Dragon God Waterway. There is a bone flute with Dapeng Golden Right Wing where the Gabara Renba Demon has no crown?!

Wei Yan can get the crown of Dapeng's golden -winged and bird horns. He must have a connection with Chabala Ren! Otherwise, why would he have three -color magic fire in his hand?

This Chabalan's good and spicy means actually inserted Wei Yan'an beside him, and even Wei Yan also sat on the Gurin Priest.

He may have been thoroughly seen through the devils and thoughts and thoughts.

No, it is not all the control of the big devil, because Wei Yan is obviously rebelled!

He stole the sacrifice to sacrifice to the great devil. He reads the name of the demon in his sacrifice, which is himself, so the demon sheep will be angry and attack Wei!

This is the demon inner!

Wei Yan dares to rebel, and he must have rely on whether the big demon Chabalan is in a weakened or other, but Wei Yan has completely fought with the big demon! If he does not kill the demon, the demon will definitely chase him to him to reach him.

Tianya Haijiao.

With a chance, he still has a chance.

Wei Yan will use him, he can help to deal with Chabala Ren. Only he only knows the real cause of the great devil's recovery.

The magic of the magic was masked, and the seal of the same source as the Xiangxiong kingdom was blinded by the golden bell, so ... is not good!

"This is the case."

The hawk flute was frightened and looked up, watching Wei Yan's demon -like smile: "It's golden bell."

The devil, Wei Yan is the demon! He controls his mind, it is what he deliberately asked him to think in this direction! After, Wei Yan knew all his secrets, and he was useless.

The hawk flute was scared to shake as bran. I don't know if this was the fear of the fear that Wei Yan secretly gave him. Wei Yan was going to squeeze out all his secrets!

However, what Wei Yan didn't expect was that the Eagle Flute continued to talk about the information related to the secret of the blood of the big Pengbird blood vessels with the demon, Jin Ling, and the golden bell.

"Don't, don't kill me, I still know more secrets, I also know, yes, yes, I also signed a contract with your hostel. You can't kill me, you can, see, see this is a contract."

The Eagle Flute said that he looked upside down. He seemed to grab the last life -saving straw, dug into his chest with your nails, and caught the blurred flesh and blood.

[Northern Tibet Discovery Path: Eagle flute, violation of rules, leaking the hostel contract, committing the crime of leaking]

The elegant and low voice sounded in the ears of the Eagle Flute. Only he could hear it. Yes, it was the hostel owner who traded with him at that time! The heir of the Eagle Flute was stiff, and he didn't move as if he suddenly became a stone carving.

[According to the contract, everything you will belong to the hostel and become the product of the hostel]

Instead, Wei Yan felt that the parasites in the eagle flute's body could not be contacted, not only that, but even the soul of the Eagle flute was losing control!

Someone wants to take away the soul of the hawk flute from him! That is the power that must not be violated, not the Chabala Ren demon, but a hostel!
To be continued...