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The dull bell rang, which was a warning signal.

The fleeing hostages turned the unfinished ceremony into a mess ahead of time. Various voices came and went, and the entire empty mountain center became lively again.

Xian Linyuan blinked, always feeling that he seemed to have forgotten something, but since he couldn't remember it, it shouldn't be a very important thing.

"With the enchantment, those people can't run very far." Someone shouted loudly.

"Be careful, don't kill it, only the living one is useful." Someone reminded.

After all, there were too many people who escaped, and with the already complicated road, only half of them were caught when the ceremony was about to start.

They were tied up and thrown on the altar, and a gloomy atmosphere enveloped the surroundings.

This is their disgrace, it is a stain on the name of longevity, and it is an absolutely unforgivable fault.

The deep sobs gradually rose, and Xian Linyuan quietly watched this farce in a corner where no one was around.

The bell rang again, this time a rallying call.

All the believers lowered their heads at the same time, waiting respectfully and humbly for one person to enter the arena.

Wearing a pure black gold-plated robe with wide and wide sleeves, the Longevity Hierarch walked in slowly, and there was no other discordant tone in the entire spacious space except for a low sobbing sound.

With a mask on, he glanced down, watching the silent people speak slowly, his voice was unhurried, between a teenager and a young man, at least not like the 60-year-old old man that Zhang Zhongguo said.

"I am very angry."

All the believers below said quickly: "Master, forgive me."

"Today was supposed to be a grand day, but something like this happened. This is God's warning to us." He raised his arms and shouted, with a bit of heartache in his tone, "And we must not let God down, or we will never be able to live forever." The road will be closed forever."

Someone bravely knelt down on one knee, and said in a respectful and sincere tone, "My lord, we will catch all the sacrifices, please give us some time."

He paused for a moment: "Look, can the ceremony be postponed?"

The Master of Longevity shook his head lightly, "Our saint has fallen. Before she died, she sent a message. The sinner who wanted to destroy us has approached with a murder weapon. We have no time."

The people below were in a panic. After discussing in a low voice, another person came to the front and knelt down, "Follow the will of the God of Longevity, Hierarch, please guide us what we should do now?"

"The ceremony continues." The Master of Longevity stood in the center of the altar and said in a deep voice, "This is our gift to the gods, so we can't be careless."

"As we humble servants beg, the God of Longevity will also grant us the strength to defeat our enemies."

"Great." A relieved voice came from below.

"My disciples, but before we do that, we still have to face a problem." The Master of Longevity watched the dense crowd and said slowly, "We don't have enough sacrifices."

"The sacrifices are not enough." Some people murmured over this sentence, and some of them's faces changed drastically.

Carefully move your feet towards the exit, it is always better to be cautious.

The Master of Longevity turned a deaf ear to all of this, he raised his arms and shouted in a fanatical tone: "Now I give you the qualification to serve the gods, and your souls will have eternal life."

As his words fell, the formation in the center of the altar was completely illuminated, and barriers descended around it, blocking the escape route of everyone. At the same time, strange flocs began to appear in the entire space.

The mutation happened in an instant, and it happened before it was too late to react, but one thing was absolutely clear, they were betrayed.

Someone strangled his throat in pain, and let out a loud voice: "My lord."

The feeling of being a sacrifice is very painful, and the double torture from body and soul almost pushes a person to the edge of madness.

No, some weak minds go mad when they first come into contact with these pains.

They threw off their masks, took off their black robes in pain, and scratched bloodstains on their bodies with their nails, trying to deny their identity as members of the Longevity Sect.

Negative emotions fill every corner like air, and like nourishment, they breed the growth of some unknown substances.

Their resistance is doomed to be in vain. For the life-seeker, even with all their strength, they could not touch the toes of that person. All the abilities they were proud of in the past were all imprisoned, and even the weakest The strength cannot be exerted.

Those flocs floating in the air are like rootless duckweed but have no form and shuttle back and forth in their bodies, and every time they pass through, they plunder a lot of vitality.

They were aging at a speed visible to the naked eye, and they finally realized that all this had been premeditated, and they themselves were sacrifices.

The soul that breeds evil is the best key.

Surprisingly, on the contrary, those ordinary human beings who were the real sacrifices without the slightest ability were safe and sound. Even so, they were also scared and screamed by the scene in front of them.

"Meow~" The kitten couldn't help but hugged its head with its paws and crawled into the arms of its owner, its soft fur was all blown up and couldn't help trembling slightly.

The onlookers had a panoramic view of everything, Xian Linyuan reached out and took off the mask, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, revealing a mocking smile.

It's ironic that the first sacrifice was launched 26 years ago by the leader of the Longevity Church, and the tragedy happened again 26 years later.

With a small ball of hair in his arms, he couldn't help clapping his hands and clapping for the wonderful scenery.

The sound was silent, at least not very obvious in the screams one after another, even so, the people on the stage still saw him at the first sight.

The flocs floating in the air quickly faded away from Xian Linyuan's side, leaving a vacuum like meeting a natural enemy.

The brows under the mask of the Master of Longevity frowned slightly. When did a rat sneak in, what made him more concerned was why this rat was not affected by the formation at all.

"Although I know that you must be scolding me in your heart now, I still want to say that it is not a good habit to show people with a mask." Xian Linyuan stepped onto the altar, smiling very happily, but the killing intent revealed in his eyes almost overwhelmed him. People drown.

"Well, you must be wondering why I appear here?" Xian Linyuan spread his hands, his tone helpless: "This is your fault, people were going to drink milk tea, who knew that you tied me here indiscriminately gone."

"Also, the food here is too bad. You even eat steamed buns for people every day, and they are still cold. I don't know if this is good for the stomach..."

Xian Linyuan's chatter stopped there, the other party was obviously annoyed, he was stupid to want the other party to finish talking.

The quaint long sword flashing with cold light stabbed towards him, and the hilt was engraved with the word "Qingyue" in ancient Chinese characters. At first glance, it seemed that the ancient objects were precious and extraordinary.

This is a beautiful sword, and it can undoubtedly be called the beauty in the sword, but it is such a beauty who is ready to split the chatterbox in front of her with a fierce momentum.

The slender and soft tentacles entangled it in time, and it was obviously soft like a living thing to the touch, but at this moment it bound the long sword like the most solid chain, and it could no longer move.

At the same time, another inconspicuous tentacle rushed towards the opponent's face as fast as lightning.

The Changsheng leader's body was very flexible, he pulled back the long sword forcefully, and dodged with a big sideways.

At the same time, a tiny crack appeared on his mask. Although it was small, it made his anger reach its peak.

With a 'click' sound, the damaged mask was thrown to the ground, revealing its true face.

A face of about 23 was exposed, it was neither good-looking nor ugly, but it had a very distinct temperament, with a hint of stubbornness.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like the master of a religion.

"Tsk, surprisingly ordinary." Xian Linyuan looked him up with a disgusted face, and summoned Xiao Kui to wrap around him.

"I am Xian Linyuan, please remember the name of the person who is about to kill you."

"I need to know the answer to some things, and I hope you will answer me truthfully from now on."

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