My Master is Lin Zhengying

Thousands of congregants of the Qijue Sect poured evil energy into several pools of blood around the altar that was being completed every day and night.

At the same time, pour the collected batches of living souls into the eight blood pools around the altar.

After those living souls entered the blood pool, they struggled like blood men.

But, never climb out.

The mouth can only keep screaming and shouting.

But the body is layer upon layer, intertwined with each other.

Such a terrifying scene, is it still in the human world?

This is clearly the underworld...

In Guandao League, all sects in the world have already set off.

People from all over the world came to Bashu.

On the outskirts of Black Dragon Mountain, the traces of the Dao League team are also increasing.

It's all about gathering information.

However, Black Dragon Mountain was shrouded in black mist.

Let alone entering, even getting close is very difficult.

Moreover, in the land of Bashu, the population loss has become more and more serious recently.

Especially in the villages and towns near the west of Sichuan, many places have experienced large-scale population loss.

Overnight, it became a dead city.

Or, overnight, the entire town died.

People in western Sichuan have long been panicked, and the population has begun to migrate.

In this place, it is rumored by the people that there is a great evil spirit.

But only Daomeng knew that it was all done by Qijuemen.

The Qijue Sect is looting people everywhere and collecting human souls everywhere.

What it can be used for, no one knows.

Because no one has entered Qiheilong Mountain, and few people know the plan of Qijuemen.

Finally, it was time for Maoshan to set off.

After Jiushu mobilized everyone, he took Maoshan up and down, and more than 600 people went down the mountain.

About fifty people were left behind to guard Maoshan.

These people are all new disciples who have recently started.

There are also some first and second generation disciples of Maoshan who are injured and have limited mobility.

If Uncle Jiu Nanchen and others can't come back, then they are Maoshan's future hope.

Nan Chen walked among the crowd without any emotion.

He had been waiting for this day for a long time, looking forward to it for a long time.

At last it was close.

After descending the mountain, a group of people went to the nearest pier.

In this era, land transportation is extremely inconvenient.

So it can only be transported by water.

The ship is already ready.

Maoshan disciples only need to get on the boat and go upstream.

Not long after, Maoshan people arrived at the pier.

Uncle Jiu was standing at the pier, arranging for his disciples to board the boat one after another.

Nan Chen stood next to Uncle Jiu, seeing that Uncle Jiu was almost done, he asked:

"Master, do you know the news about Nine Fingers God Nunnies?"

When Uncle Jiu heard Nan Chen's question, he immediately thought that Nan Chen was indirectly asking about Shangguan Ronghui's news.

At this time, he opened his mouth and said:

"Yesterday, Yuanshang Temple has already set off.

Your classmates and friends, Shangguan Ronghui and Junior Sister Mo, are among them.

When we get to Bashu, you will meet again..."

After finishing speaking, Uncle Jiu patted Nan Chen on the shoulder to reassure him.

Nan Chen nodded with a "hmm".

Then they boarded the boat.