The young master in black armor said coldly: "You go first!"
The sacrifices have already begun, and these red-robed deacons are of no use. If they stay here, their identity will be exposed.
They are all strong men from the sect, and they were just dispatched here for this blood sacrifice. They usually don't meet each other.
No one knows the true identities of these people except him.
"Yes!" Several red-robed deacons respectfully accepted the order.
A miniature formation rose up, and these deacons entered it and were instantly moved hundreds of millions of miles away, and their auras disappeared in an instant.
Today, the young sect leader is the only one left in the valley.
The altar is now in a mess, with only some bones left.
From the altar, a weak source emerged. It cannot be said to be the source, but a power that has never been seen before. It contains all things in the world.
It's a pity that there are too few.
The power is also mediocre, and can only be compared to the ordinary emperor's origin.
After reaching out to grab this source, a strange color leaked out of the eyes of the young master in black armor.
I couldn't help but growl: "Old guy, this isn't your last time, why isn't it enough?"
A surprising scene appeared. A ghost flew out of the body of the black-armored young master and floated in the air.
"You can't blame me. The people offering sacrifices this time are too weak. If they were fourth-level emperors, just one would be enough." Ghost said a little aggrievedly.
The black-armored young master had a look of disgust on his face, grabbed the weak source in his hand, and threw it to the ghost.
"You really dare to say that if the fourth-level emperor comes, we will all be finished."
The ghost smiled and flattered him quickly: "How could it be possible? With your current strength, you can't escape even if you can't defeat me?"
"Hmph, that's easy to say!" The Black-armored Young Sect Leader lazily paid attention, and then said: "Hurry in, someone is coming here, and the strength is not weak."
"Oh?" When Ghost heard this, he showed a meaningful expression.
If his strength is not weak, it means he can fight or even behead him.
After seeing what the other party was thinking, the Black-armored Young Master sighed: "It's not someone else who's here, it's an acquaintance. Let's go!"
After hearing these words, the ghost did not dare to say anything more and re-entered the body of the black-armored young master.
Whoosh!
A black-robed monk, extremely fast, arrived at the valley instantly after the young master in black armor left.
Looking at the bloody altar on the ground, anger showed on the face of the black-robed monk.
The thick sleeves of the robe were shaking, and a girl of twelve or thirteen years old grabbed his thigh, not daring to look at the bloody altar.
When he looked down at the girl, the monk smiled.
Once upon a time, he had been in this situation, and the man gave him a smile to reassure him.
"Brother!" The little girl in ragged clothes had clear and bright eyes. When she looked at the bloody altar, she felt uneasy in her heart.
The surrounding aura tears the heaven and the earth apart, and ordinary people cannot stay here forever.
The monk shook his head and waved his hand to remove the bloody atmosphere from this area, leaving only a bare altar with coagulated blood on top.
The two landed slowly, and as soon as they landed, the little girl rushed towards the ring.
She could feel that his brother seemed to have been here.
thump.
She stumbled over something, and the little girl supported her body with both hands, stood up with difficulty, and looked at the raised place behind her.
The monk leader stood aside without any obstruction. With his identity and strength, he could see the little girl's past and future at a glance.
Although it was poor, it was bright.
The future is murky. Even if he takes in this little girl, her future is difficult to predict.
He closed his eyes slightly, and for a moment countless pairs of eyes stared at this place.
The sacrifices here have destroyed countless people and can cause such great causal power, but he cannot find out who is offering sacrifices here.
When he opened his eyes again and looked at the little girl, his eyes revealed compassion. The little girl was just the epitome of countless pairs of eyes. At the same time, there were many people in the same situation as the little girl.
Not afraid of cause and effect, he is obviously a demonic monk.
At some point, the little girl had a puppet in her hand, with crooked writing on it.
It was left behind by his brother before he died.
"Little sister, live well!"
This was something he tried his best to keep before his death, but for some reason it was not destroyed.
If the young sect leader knew about it, he would definitely be surprised!
Maybe he is surprised now.
On the cliff of the valley, there was a person in a gap in the void, staring coldly at the puppet in the little girl's hand.
"Old guy, is it really as serious as you say?"
"You and I have lives, how can I knock you? It seems that this is the evil result of the sacrifice. I have long felt a sense of uneasiness in my heart. It seems that this thing is not even destroyed by the sacrifice."
Hidden here is the young master in black armor.
"Forget it, as long as I reshape your origin, you can get rid of it completely. I hate this kind of life."
The voice of the old man in the body sounded again, saying in a low voice: "No matter what, kill this person first, he is just a Taoist king, there is nothing to be afraid of!"
"You're teaching me how to do things!" The voice of the Black-armored Young Master was cold and stern.
The person inside him was stunned.
How could the young sect leader, who was usually extremely cold-blooded, hesitate?
"No, no, I just suggest getting rid of that puppet. There are karma between you and me above, so don't leave it alone!"
The young master in black armor ignored him, but kept staring at the monk leader, and finally shook his head.
On the altar.
The little girl knelt on the ground and sobbed. The monk arrived in one step, knelt down and patted the little girl on the shoulder, and said, "Don't let your brother's long-cherished wish down!"
"Yes!" The little girl raised her head, looked at the monk's head, and then said, "Why did my brother die?"
The monk was stunned for a moment, a little dazed for a moment, because he discovered that the little girl's future had changed again. It was originally turbid, but now it has turned into darkness.
It seems that another remarkable person is about to appear in this world.
Of course, this refers to the ancient country of Daxia.
"Let's go, I'll take you to see it!" The monk took the little girl's hand and jumped into the air.
The two of them left in an instant.
It wasn't until he completely disappeared that the young master in black armor, hidden in the cracks of the void, slowly appeared.
Looking towards the place where the other party disappeared, there was a trace of yearning in his eyes.
"Huiqing, long time no see!" His voice was very low and no longer as cold as before.
Wow.
The black armor disappeared into the body, put on a black robe, and slowly took off the mask.
This black-armored young master is none other than "Jian Wushuang" who has disappeared for thousands of years.
Her hair turned white at this moment.
"You're crazy, you're not afraid of someone seeing it!" The voice in the body sounded again.
Jian Wushuang's eyes suddenly became sharp and he shouted angrily: "Shut up."
That person was none other than the White King who had robbed him.