Chapter 85 The Old Man in Blood (Thanks Xiao Xi for the monthly pass)
Is this Miss Chai’s true strength?
Looking at the road cut out by a sword in front of him, Jiu Lin'er suddenly felt a little bitter in his heart.
He and the others fought desperately and struggled to find out some clues about the division of the ancient god sect. Ninth Brother and Liu Lun even nearly died because of this, but the result was not as good as a random sword attack.
This sword not only cut open the branch of the Ancient God Sect, but also cut off all her jealousy towards Chai Jiangcui.
The gap between the two is like a chasm. How can a mound be jealous of a mountain?
"Miss Chai, you wouldn't have known the location of the branch of the Ancient God Sect for a long time, would you?"
Looking at Chai Jiangcui strolling in front of him, Jiujiu's throat moved with difficulty. He thought he knew Chai Jiangcui somewhat before, but now it seemed that he had underestimated the true strength of Miss Chai.
"I've probably guessed it. But you took on this mission, so I want you to have a sense of participation, right?"
Chai Jiangcui did not look back, but Jiu Jiu could already imagine the teasing smile on her lips. Looking at the flashing thunder behind her with lingering fear, Jiu Jiu sighed dryly,
"I would rather not have this sense of participation. This evil god's creation is really too evil. I don't know if my shadow will be back after it's over."
"Don't worry, your shadow can still come back."
Chai Jiangcui didn't pay much attention to this. Strictly speaking, these shadows were not living creatures. As long as they were too far away from me and couldn't catch the fluctuations of her thoughts, they would naturally disappear without a trace. This was why she didn't waste her spiritual power to kill the filthy divine power just now.
reason.
After hearing Chai Jiangcui's words, Jiujiu and the others relaxed a little, and turned to look at the surrounding stone walls.
The staircase passage of the Ancient God's Cult branch is so deep that you can't see the end at a glance. The dark walls on both sides are filled with strange reliefs, except for dim oil lamps.
The contents of the reliefs are full of torture and pain. There is a woman kneeling on the ground with sharp spikes on her fingers; there is an old man lying on a wooden wheel, and his body is abnormally stretched little by little by the equipment; there is also an unknown person.
The monk was still a young man whose head was shaved, his limbs were cut off, his eyes were gouged out, he was made into a human pig, and he was placed in a large vat full of ants and insects.
There are hundreds of reliefs and hundreds of tortures. The only thing that remains unchanged is that everyone in the painting has a peaceful expression on their face, as if all this is a great enjoyment for them.
The more Jiu Liner looked at it, the more he became agitated. He couldn't help but secretly moved closer to Jiu Jiu.
"Don't panic, this cult likes to do these weird things. If you feel uncomfortable, just don't look at it."
Jiu Jiu held Jiu Lin'er's little hand and cast a reassuring look at her.
Feeling the warmth from her palms, Jiu Lin'er's somewhat panicked heart gradually calmed down. After witnessing the terror of the shadow monster, she no longer had the contempt for the Ancient God Religion that she had in the past.
If it weren't for the expert Chai Jiangcui walking in front, Jiu Lin'er would have given up the mission and fled. And looking at the twinkling eyes of the Liu brothers behind him, it was obvious that they also had this idea.
In this way, the group of people walked downwards with different thoughts.
I didn't encounter any ancient cult monks to stop me along the way. The stairs were long and empty, except for the footsteps of a few people and the crackling sound of sparks exploding in the oil lamps.
For a moment, Jiujiu felt as if the few of them were not heading to the branch of the Ancient God's Cult, but instead transformed into tomb-robbers, wandering among the silent ancient tombs.
Fortunately, we finally reached the end. After pushing open the heavy stone door, a wide hall appeared in front of everyone.
The moment the stone door was pushed open, a withered skull-like head rolled out.
Looking at the skeletons scattered all over the hall, Jiu Lin'er finally understood why no cultivator from the Ancient God Cult came out to stop them along the way.
Bones are piled up on the towering altar, and the top of the tower is surrounded by blood, like the figure of a child. Circles and circles of mummies in black robes sit under the altar. These are monks who practice the evil methods of the ancient god religion.
Sacrifice! It is also a large-scale cult sacrifice, using the spirit and spirit of the monks as nourishment to create a terrifying evil god.
Ta~ta~ta~
In the empty hall, a crisp sound of footsteps came from behind the altar.
"Fellow Taoists, you are quite capable of breaking into this place. But if you have this ability, why bother coming here to die?"
In the darkness, an old man in a dark red robe slowly walked out. He gently touched the bone altar beside him, his eyes full of fanaticism.
"The old man in blood clothes? How could it be you!?"
Seeing the person coming, Jiu Jiu's expression suddenly changed, and the defensive talisman in his hand was about to activate subconsciously.
The old man in blood-clothed clothes was a well-known murderer. Twenty years ago, in order to break through Qi, he massacred five villages in a row, and thousands of people died overnight.
The behavior of the old man in blood-clothed angered the court, and Wu Dewei sent several Huaqi to arrest him, but the old man in blood-clothed escaped by using a secret method that destroyed his foundation. After that battle, the old man in blood-clothed was never heard from again. Unexpectedly, he remained silent.
He joined the Ancient God Cult and appeared here.
"Tsk, tsk, I didn't expect that I would still be remembered after I disappeared in the spiritual world for so many years. Junior from the restaurant, just based on your words, I can make the decision to leave you a complete body."
The wrinkled old face of the old man in blood-clothed clothes showed a proud smile. He liked to see the expressions of others fearing him.
Jiu Jiu did not speak, but turned his attention to Miss Chai beside him. He was really nervous when he saw the old man in blood clothes just now, but then he quickly calmed down.
Although he didn't know Miss Chai's specific cultivation level, he knew from his knowledge that the sword strike just now was definitely not something that a monk in the early stages of Qi Qi could execute.
Fortunately, Chai Jiangcui had no intention of continuing to watch the show. She casually took out a small porcelain bottle from her waist, uncorked it and threw it into the air.
"A person who has just damaged his foundation and is talking a lot of nonsense in the early stage of transformation. Liu Sanniang, please play with him."
Just seeing the gloomy painful relief, Chai Jiangcui suddenly remembered that he seemed to have a thug with him.
The moment the porcelain bottle flew up, countless cold ghostly auras overflowed and transformed into a pretty figure.
"As you command, my master!"
Liu Sanniang knelt down and saluted Chai Jiangcui, looking at the old man in blood-clothed clothes in front of her with a ferocious smile.
Staying in the porcelain bottle during this period of time was suffocating her. Because Chai Jiangcui's consciousness shrouded her, she could not sense any information from the outside world. The whole ghost was as lonely and boring as if she was locked in a small dark room. She could only rely on Chai Jiangcui's occasional collection.
Some of the yin energy comes to maintain practice.
Now that I have finally come out, of course I have to relax.
The fierce ghosts in the Qi stage are not yet in their early stages!
Feeling the terrifying ghostly aura emanating from Liu Sanniang, the old man in blood-clothed eyes suddenly bulged and almost broke his beard.
And the most terrifying thing is not this evil ghost, but the beautiful woman whose aura is like that of a mortal. With such a powerful evil ghost calling him his master, how strong is she?
The peak of Huaqi, or... the real person of Danjie!?
The old man in blood-clothed clothes felt his throat was dry at this moment. He controlled the secret guards to spread the news. This place was obviously a small branch of the Ancient God Cult. How could he provoke such a high-ranking cultivator?
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Sorry everyone, I am really tired from volunteering in the community these two days.