"This is extremely cold netherworld fire, and it needs the blood of the guardians of the Source Clan to resolve it."
Dongfang Liang suddenly explained to An Chen: "I have collected a large amount of essence and blood of the guardians of the Source Clan, but this alone is not enough."
An Chen's heart moved: "What else do you need?"
Dongfang Liang looked meaningfully at the master behind An Chen and showed a sinister smile: "Real human blood essence!"
An Chen and others' expressions changed drastically.
"No, my people have suffered heavy losses. I will never allow my brothers to sacrifice their lives again." An Chen said painfully: "Brothers, I, An Chen, am sorry for you. You should leave quickly!"
"Young Master, we are willing to die for you and will never leave."
These remaining monks are all direct descendants of An Chen and are very loyal to him.
An Bao said angrily: "Don't you even listen to the young master's words? Leave quickly!"
An Chen said coldly: "Let's go, go quickly, otherwise the ghost army will come and kill us soon, and no one will survive. This is an order and must be carried out."
These monks looked at each other in admiration, gritted their teeth for the last time, and rushed to the other side.
An Bao let out a chilling sneer. He suddenly took out a magic treasure from his arms and slammed his palm on it.
ah!
ah!
ah!
The monks who were running forward suddenly felt as if their souls had exploded. They were instantly attacked by fatal attacks and fell to the ground holding their heads.
Anbao sneered and said: "You seem to have forgotten that you once gave a trace of your soul and loyalty. Now, it is the time for you to show your loyalty."
Dongfang Liang laughed loudly: "Well done, now everything is on the altar."
He murmured in his mouth, and the Death Scythe swung again, and a bloody waterfall flowed from it.
The bloody waterfall washed down, along the ditch on the altar, and soon spread to the entire place.
boom!
Pillars of bloody light continued to rush up from the altar, like bloody sharp blades, and the more than a hundred remaining monks were completely thrown up, and blood was instantly sprinkled on the spot.
The essence and blood merged together and quickly flowed towards the black crystal hole.
The rune rules on it swam quickly, like greedy gluttons, greedily devouring blood essence.
This sea-of-blood scene only lasted less than ten seconds, and everything was swallowed up by the magic circle.
The next moment, a strong light burst out from somewhere, and the space fluctuations became more and more intense.
Zhuo Yifan was so anxious that he rushed over quickly.
Dongfang Liang laughed loudly and said: "Zhuo Yifan, just play with the ghosts. We have to take a step first."
After the beam of light shot up into the sky, the entire space around the altar suddenly changed, and a dark passage opened.
Dongfang Liang glanced at Anchen, Anbao and Yindang, and said: "You are the real protagonists of this feast, let's go!"
Several people walked into the passage one after another with complicated expressions.
The black light flashed and disappeared.
Zhuo Yifan came to the altar in one step, stretched out his hand and slapped the dark magic cannon.
boom!
A beam of light burst out, turning the rushing Source Clan ghosts directly into flying ash.
He moved his big hands to collect these charged dark magic cannons into the Heaven-Sealing Order.
Although he looked angry, he was actually happy inside.
Since then, he has collected as many as 10 dark magic cannons.
Although those magic cannons lack magic crystals, they are truly intact products after all, and magic crystals are not difficult to find in the demon world.
Zhuo Yifan picked up a dark magic cannon and shouted to the front: "Come here, don't blame me for being rude."
The Yuan clan warriors suffered heavy losses, with only about 400 left at this moment. Each one of them looked at Zhuo Yifan with indignation, as if Zhuo Yifan was a devil.
Looking at the dark magic cannon, they didn't dare to charge rashly.
This magic weapon can destroy real demons. It is really terrifying. Once it is bombarded, the space 10,000 meters in front will become a void, leaving nothing behind.
"Zhuo Yifan, you devil, you will not die a good death."
A tall Yuan clan roared endlessly.
Zhuo Yifan secretly smiled bitterly. This tall monk was originally protected by him, but later because he did not trust Zhuo Yifan, he was possessed by the ghost of the Source Clan. There are also monk memories in his memory. For Zhuo Yifan
Very scared.
To these Yuan clan ghosts, Zhuo Yifan is indeed a devil. Almost most of the ghosts died directly or indirectly at his hands. When they see him, these Yuan clans will naturally not feel good about it.
What's more, Zhuo Yifan killed the guardian elder in the end, which was an unforgivable crime.
The battle between the Slaughter Saint Lord and Fang Xingyun has moved away, and An Chenyin and others have entered the passage again. At this moment, the entire Slaughter Temple is completely dominated by the ghosts of the Source Clan. They surround Zhuo Yifan, and the situation is about to break out.
Zhuo Yifan groaned secretly.
Although he can fire dark magic cannons in an instant, hundreds of cold iron long arrows will probably completely annihilate him.
"Everyone, actually this is all a misunderstanding. The one who really killed the elders was that bastard Dongfang Liang. If you want revenge, just go to him. They are still coveting the blood of the real demon. If you go too late, the consequences will be dire.
material."
Zhuo Yifan said with a sneer.
"We only see that your hands are stained with our blood and the blood of the elders. We will never give up until we kill you."
The tall Yuan clan seemed to be the leader. He looked at Zhuo Yifan with a trace of determination in his eyes.
Zhuo Yifan secretly screamed that something was not good.
All the cold iron arrows of the Yuan clan were locked on Zhuo Yifan, and under the chaotic spatial interference, he could not risk teleportation, and the situation was critical.
"Amitabha, there is so much suffering in the world, why don't we all put down our butcher knives, cut off suffering, and achieve bliss together!"
Just when the master of the Source Clan was about to give the order and Zhuo Yifan was about to launch the Dark Magic Cannon, a loud and ethereal voice rang out.
This sound was like a stream of clear water, instantly relaxing the tense atmosphere.
Everyone who heard the sound felt a sense of peace and tranquility in their hearts, and their original anger was suppressed.
The murderous intention naturally subsided.
"Master Kugo?"
Zhuo Yifan said with great joy.
I saw a silver figure slowly falling in the void. As he fell, it seemed as if billions of silver rays of light were spreading to all parts of the world. Wherever the silver light shone, everything returned to calm.
It was Master Kongwu who stopped Zhu Chen from self-destructing in the Chaos Star Territory.
At this moment, Master Kongwu is even more ethereal, like a real god. He is muttering in his mouth. There is obviously only one person, but it seems that there are countless people chanting sutras deep in their hearts. Even the most ferocious butcher, at this moment
We must also put down the butcher knife and be enlightened.
A smile appeared at the corner of Zhuo Yifan's mouth, and the power of his mind automatically formed a defense outside his body to block the invasion of his mind.