The Suzaku Palace rotated, and these inheritors quickly went to another palace.
Their journey has just begun.
The original star is just the starting point. Their road is still long, but they are closer to the place where the dream begins.
Thousands of years passed in the blink of an eye.
Four secret realms.
territory.
A wild place.
The ancient country of Daxia!
In a wild mountain range, a blood sacrifice was being held.
The scarlet flames rose, making everything in the valley become extremely strange.
On the altar, several masked monks in red were maintaining order.
Because in addition to them, there are tens of thousands of Taoist monarchs and countless ordinary practitioners gathered here.
And they are the objects of blood sacrifice.
"Young Sect Leader, everything is ready!" the red-robed messenger said respectfully.
A masked man in black armor who was hidden in the mountain and had no breath at all slowly walked out of the void. Just a glance made these red-robed deacons tremble with fear.
Although these people have only started to follow the young sect master in the past thousand years, they are extremely afraid of this young sect master.
Because this young sect leader has sacrificed blood to countless Dao Lords in the past millennium, and has not even spared mortals. His combat power is unfathomable.
He once killed a second-level emperor instantly, leaving the opponent with no chance to fight back.
"Let's begin!" The voice of the black-armored young master was low but cold.
The imprisoned monk below looked at the red-robed deacon above with wide eyes, especially when he saw the black-armored young master, he hated him to the bone.
"You are imprisoning me. I am the ninth prince of Daxia. You are seeking death!"
A burly, resolute-looking young man roared angrily. He was also the strongest among these people and had already reached the level of a half-step emperor.
But here, any red-robed deacon is comparable to the emperor, and they can't resist at all.
After the young sect leader standing at the top heard these words, his eyes moved, as if he thought of something fun again. He raised his arm slightly and moved his fingers.
The red-robed deacon behind him instantly understood and swung out a palm, turning into black mist and instantly surrounding the young man who claimed to be the Ninth Prince of Daxia.
The black mist shrouded the ninth prince, and he was in front of the young sect master in just a moment.
"The Ninth Prince of Daxia is interesting. I heard that Daxia is preparing to launch a large-scale attack on the Moluo Kingdom. Is there such a thing?" The voice of the black-armored young master was very playful, and he did not take the person in front of him seriously at all, just like
It's like watching a prey.
At first, the Ninth Prince was very tough. After all, he was the Ninth Prince of Daxia. He had been in a high position since childhood and was used to using his power to overwhelm others.
But when he arrived in front of the black-armored young sect master, he didn't know what happened. He couldn't be tough anymore. There was fear in his eyes, and he shrank into a ball in his heart.
Originally he didn't want to answer, but when he saw those cold eyes, he still hesitated and said, "Yes, there is such a thing!"
"Destroy the Demon Cult? The title of this battle is in line with God's will!" The young master in black armor stretched out his sharp claws and pinched the head of the ninth prince of Daxia directly. Countless images entered his mind in an instant.
After almost three breaths, the young master in black armor slowly let go of his hand.
But the one in his hand has turned into a corpse.
The origin, divine body, even memory and his cultivation skills were all wiped clean, leaving only a withered flesh body.
"From now on, I am him, the ninth prince of the ancient Daxia Kingdom: Xia Mang Guanyu!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the red-robed deacon officially launched the blood sacrifice formation.
Countless people were teleported to the altar.
Everyone had a strong look of death on their faces.
The world is too chaotic. Demons are performing blood sacrifices every day. There are constant wars between the major ancient kingdoms. The environment for monks is very bad. Even some sects that have been passed down for hundreds of millions of years may be destroyed overnight.
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Even the temple where the gods are stationed will be attacked.
What's more, they are all living beings.
"Am I going to die?" a young man said to himself.
His expression was not lifeless, but worried.
The red-robed deacon shouted loudly: "Quick, pour the divine blood and the divine crystal in, don't stop for a moment!"
While these people were busy, the young sect leader had his arms folded and was suspended in the air a good height above the ground, watching all of this quietly.
The divine blood pours in, and the sky and the earth turn pale.
Countless people were surging inside, and the young man wiped the blood off his face. He tried his best to endure the weakness of his body, and tightly held on to a puppet with a name engraved on it.
Judging from the name, it should be a girl.
That's his sister.
The two of them depended on each other for their lives. He was just a mortal in the body-refining stage. If he wanted to survive in the earth, he had to have someone to support him.
In order to support his sister, he worked as a coolie in a secular sect. He originally thought he would be a supporter, but in the end, the sect was implicated. Everyone from the sect leader to the disciples were plundered and all the coolies were plundered here.
"It's okay if I die, but my sister is still young!" The boy's eyes were red, and tears flowed out the next moment.
He is not afraid of death, he is afraid that if he dies, no one will protect his sister.
After the sect was destroyed, his sister was still waiting for him to go home in the back mountains, but he couldn't go back now, never again.
As the divine blood boiled, the boy gradually softened into the altar.
Although his strength was weak, his willpower was terrifyingly strong, and he was actually able to fall with those Mahayana monks.
Plop!
When he fell down, in a blur of blood and tears, he thought of scenes from his childhood.
In a small courtyard, the father is a hunter. He goes to the mountains to hunt to feed the family, and he is also an only son.
When I was a child, my father brought my sister back from the mountains.
"Xiaofan, you have a sister!"
"Xiao Fan, you have to remember that you are a man and you have to protect your sister and mother. Come on, pick up the knife and continue practicing!"
Later, wild beasts attacked the village, and his parents rushed into the beast tide to protect him and his sister.
"Xiao Fan......"
Two brothers and a sister left their hometown and begged for a living.
Fortunately, he had been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and whether he was working as a coolie or a domestic slave, he always had something to eat.
But now that he is gone, what will the little sister do?
"Brother, go home!"
When the boy closed his eyes, the last scene was of his sister standing at the gate of the fenced courtyard, holding a bowl of water, waiting for him to come home.
People kept falling down at the altar.
Now even the earthly immortals have fallen, and then the heavenly immortals, as well as the powerful Tao Lord among the heavenly immortals.
The division of strength in the territory is still based on the names of the most ancient times.
Dayanxian is the heavenly immortal in the earth realm, Yanxian is the earthly immortal, and the Mahayana stage is the ancestral realm.
The Lord of mortals is also the Mahayana of mortals.
The black-armored young master's eyes changed, showing a hint of surprise, and he turned to look north.
This scene startled the red-robed deacon.
This young sect leader was fearless, even he was startled. Could it be that a powerful emperor was coming?