Chapter five thousand two hundred and thirteen blood sacrifice
Seeing the energy vortex rapidly condensing in the air, Qin Fengming instantly understood what was happening.
Back then, Huangquan Palace used thousands of ghostly and handsome monks to induce the ferocious beast to appear. He could still remember the scene vividly. The scene now unfolding in the sky was very similar to that scene back then.
When he thought of the terrifying beast that crossed the border, Qin Fengming felt a strong sense of fear in his heart.
"Don't panic, I don't believe what kind of powerful existence they can attract here. Deep in the interface, the higher the cultivation level of the existence that crosses the boundary, the greater the suppression force it will receive. The suddenness of the existence that is attracted will be When the power of suppression reaches a certain level, its body can be crushed by the force of the interface without you or me taking action."
Hearing Qin Fengming's urgent shout, the Saint Killing the Netherworld's face also became gloomy, his eyes flashed with ferocious color, he looked at the energy vortex that was rapidly gathering in the air, and his tone remained calm.
As a Mahayana being, Saint Youslayer understands in his heart that under the current laws of the lower interface that are so solid, if he wants to attract the existences from the upper world to descend from the depths of the earth, the pressure that the descending entities have to endure is too great.
One disadvantage is that it is very possible for the soul to fall under the suppression of the interface law.
Seeing that the Saint Slayer was still calm at this moment, Qin Fengming felt tense, but he did not say anything more. Instead, he held two powerful objects tightly with both hands.
The mana surged within the body, activating the object in his hand with all its strength.
Just as Qin Fengming and the Ghost-killing Saint were talking anxiously, a huge vortex of energy surged in the air, like a ferocious beast that had feasted, and suddenly erupted with a huge roar.
The sound was like an extremely huge hurricane that suddenly blew through a huge crack. The sound exploded and penetrated the eardrums, making Qin Fengming feel like his mind was shaking.
Although this kind of wind sound is far from the terrifying and dangerous hurricanes in the spiritual world, at this moment Qin Fengming is just a monk in the realm of convergence. Facing this kind of terrifying wind howling, he is filled with fear in his heart. Thoughts still arise that are difficult to suppress.
Amid the howling wind, a huge vortex in the air suddenly spewed out a ball of pitch-black icy mist.
The mist swept across, and an extremely cold and gloomy atmosphere suddenly swept across the world.
Suddenly sensing the sudden mist sweeping over him, the muscles on the face of Saint Slayer also showed tension.
"Quack quack~~ You need to take such a big risk to enter here. If your sacrifices cannot satisfy me, I will not be so easily tempted by you and others in the future."
As the icy cold mist surged, an extremely thick black mist suddenly spewed out from the center of the huge vortex, and a harsh rumbling voice also sounded on the spot.
The black mist surged out of the huge vortex, but it did not completely escape from the vortex.
The black mist filled the air rapidly, and only the illusory half-body of a monk appeared in the black mist. This monk was obviously not an entity, but seemed to be an illusory human being formed by the concentration of dense soul energy.
This way he looked at the illusory figure, vaguely wearing a long gown, with a tall body and a beard on his face. Although the body was huge and illusory, Qin Fengming could roughly see his appearance.
The figure appeared in mid-air, and did not look at Qin Fengming and the Saint Killing the Nether below. Instead, after finishing speaking, his hands quickly moved to make seals. Suddenly, the majestic divine soul aura condensed in the vortex was like a thick The water flow was directly absorbed into the mouth by this figure.
In a short period of time, the figure that was still looking illusory at first slowly became a little more solid after rapidly absorbing the majestic soul energy.
"Bring out the blood food quickly!" Suddenly, a roar suddenly sounded.
The two Huangquan Palace monks who were stunned by what they saw in front of them woke up from the shock when they heard the shadow shouting.
Without any further pause, the two of them threw the strange disks in their hands into the air.
Amidst the two crisp sounds, the two discs suddenly flashed with green light and simultaneously shattered into the energy vortex.
The two discs seemed to be only one or two feet in size, but when they suddenly shattered, two streams of scarlet and bloody liquid suddenly spurted out like rivers.
In the blood-red liquid, there is a ghostly ghost with a solid body that is constantly struggling and rising.
"Essence, blood, and ghosts! How could Huangquan Palace have gathered such a large amount of essence, blood, and ghosts?"
Feeling two huge streams of thick bloody liquid spurting out, Qin Fengming's expression suddenly changed, and he even exclaimed in surprise.
He could instantly sense that the two discs should be of the same kind of Sumeru, and what was stored in them turned out to be blood essence containing incomparable soul energy.
And he could sense that the essence and blood should belong to the monks, not mortals.
He exclaimed, but no one answered his question. Bloody essence and blood surged in the air, and was quickly swallowed into the mouth by the illusory figure with a height of dozens of feet and disappeared.
"Junior, your body is not a Mahayana existence. You are not a Mahayana existence, and you dare to cross the border. Are you here to die?" When Qin Fengming was shocked by the thick essence and blood that suddenly appeared in the vortex in the air, the Saint Killing the Netherworld on the side Calm words also sounded on the spot.
The tall figure in the air was frantically sucking in a huge amount of viscous blood. It didn't pay any attention to the words of the Ghost-Slaying Saint. Instead, it still absorbed the torrent of thick blood with a greedy expression.
"Hahaha, not bad. I didn't expect you to prepare so much blood food. Very good. Remember to prepare this amount next time you ask me to come."
The tall phantom drank half a cup of tea time essence and blood, and then he wiped his mouth with great satisfaction and let out a joyful laugh.
"If you trouble me again in the future, I will definitely not let you down. Now that I have collected the sacrificial objects, let's capture the following two people."
Wei Zhong, who was invisible in the vortex, looked pale at the moment, bowed to the tall figure, and spoke respectfully.
"Since I have accepted your offerings, I will naturally take action to solve the problem for you and others. I will capture these two people and hand them over to you and others for disposal." The tall phantom let out a satisfied laugh.
After that, he looked at Qin Fengming and the Nether Slayer Saint who were looking down, and said again without caring.
"Hmph, I'm so arrogant, I actually said that I can capture this Holy Lord." Looking at the solid shadow in the sky, the Holy Lord Killing the Netherworld snorted coldly.
"Hahaha, Yao heard that you are a holy being in the real demon world, but you have been imprisoned in this lower interface for hundreds of thousands of years. Even if you were all-powerful in the real demon world before, you are no longer as brave as you were back then.
It is not that difficult for Yao to kill you. I feel very excited when I think that Yao can capture a true demonic Mahayana being at the Xuan level."
Looking at the Saint Killing the Netherworld, the tall phantom showed a sarcastic look at the corner of his mouth, and even laughed in his mouth.
The Ghost Slayer Saint made a good judgment. This phantom body is really not Mahayana in the world of real ghosts.
"If you want to kill this Holy Lord, you can't do it with just you." The Ghost-Slaying Holy Lord was not angry either. He spoke calmly and raised his hands.
A cloud of magic mist surged suddenly, and immediately turned into a strange demon python with a dragon head and a python body, and flew out, heading towards the tall figure in the huge vortex in the sky.
This demonic python looks similar to the two that were sacrificed by the Ghost-Slaying Holy Lord before, but its body is even bigger, that is, it is twice as big as the previous two fused together.
On the purple-black dragon scales all over the demon python, there are small strange spiritual patterns that are constantly shooting and traveling. A terrifying aura that makes Qin Fengming tremble, even appears from the demon python.