After the battle to damage the Immortal Venerable to prove the ruthless way

Sacrifice is generally divided into many types.

Folk emperors sometimes search for living sacrifices in order to pursue longevity or other strange reasons.

Sometimes it's hundreds of virgins, sometimes it's a couple of same-sex couples.

In short, they all have the same commonality, that is, the word 'cruel'.

But the sacrifices of ordinary people actually have no effect.

Most of them are demon priests practicing spells that violate the way of heaven.

talking nonsense.

But the sacrifices in the realm of demons and ghosts are different.

Now in the realm of demons and ghosts are forty immortal disciples who have at least established their foundations.

There is a long way from entering the immortal gate to learning spells to build a foundation.

And once the foundation is established, it can prolong life, even live for thousands of years.

Therefore, offering sacrifices to the disciples of the immortal sect who have already established their foundations will produce a huge force against the sky.

This kind of sky-defying technique, life and death, human flesh and bones are not a problem.

Yan Zizhi rarely showed a serious expression.

Even he couldn't tell for a while whether the sacrifice in the ghost realm was arranged by Lin Jiran or Lin Jingfeng.

After all, the target being sacrificed at this moment is undoubtedly the little fox that appeared in the nightmare realm just now.

And the relationship between the little fox and Lin Jiran and Lin Jingfeng is extremely close.

If Lin Jiran is the only one who arranges it, the scale of the demons and ghosts and the number of people involved are definitely not something that Lin, as a big brother of the Taiwei School, can complete.

If there was Lin Jingfeng's participation, how could the majestic Taiwei sect's leader do such a selfish thing?

This is tantamount to betting all the future of the world of cultivating immortals to resurrect a girl from the monster race.

Not to mention ruining the Taiwei faction's thousands of years of foundation by carrying all the infamy.

It is very likely that the little fox on the list will pose a devastating threat after being resurrected.

What is Lin Jingfeng trying to figure out?

Yan Zizhi looked around, and the spirits of several young disciples around him were constantly passing away.

Some nervous little disciples gave up their secret realm qualifications in a panic, took out the token in their hands and crushed it.

Secret rules.

Once you encounter something you can't solve, you can choose to give up this task by crushing the token.

Numerous tokens were crushed, and mana was transmitted into the sky.

But nothing happened.

The little disciple was not sent out.

It's like pinching the air.

At the same time, the few elders outside the Shadow Shadow Orb were also anxious.

Every little disciple in the illusion is a pillar of their sect that has been carefully cultivated for hundreds of years.

How can this be.

How could this be so!

"If Sect Leader Lin doesn't give us an explanation today, don't blame all of our immortal sects for joining the Taiwei Sect together, and seek justice!"

"How can you make such a big mistake in an affair between a child and a daughter! Sect Leader Lin, you are in vain as the leader of a faction!"

Several elders were very angry.

But it won't even start.

After all, everyone knows in their hearts that even a few of them may not be opponents of the person in front of them.

It is well known that Lin Jingfeng, the head of the Taiwei Sect, has the best martial arts in the world.

Lin Jingfeng did not expect that things would turn out like this.

It was only at this moment that he realized that he and the little fox in the ghost realm had a trace of origin.

Therefore, it is absolutely impossible to sacrifice all the little disciples by yourself.

If someone can go crazy to this point, then there is only one person in the whole group.

His useless child Lin Jiran!

"Elders, don't worry, my rebellious son was already detained under the cold pool before the demon realm opened."

"Please follow me to the back mountain to check now, and you can ask me everything."

Although Lin Jingfeng's skills are profound, he can enter the cold pool in a flash.

But in this situation, it is absolutely impossible for him to leave the other elders and go to the cold pool alone.

So simply waved out his mount and flew over with all the elders.

If that Nizi is still there, maybe what happened in the realm of demons and ghosts today has nothing to do with him.

If that rebellious son is no longer here...

Lin Jingfeng waved his hand, and a blooming chrysanthemum rose from the soil at the foot of the mountain and flew into the palm of his hand.

400 years ago, he was not willing to make a decision.

It will be a hundred today.

Under the ten thousand zhang cold pool, the cold air diffused.

All the elders came in a hurry and waved away the fog.

'Lin Jiran' was nailed to the rock wall by Lin Yuan's sword through the shoulder blade.

Hearing the movement from outside, he lazily opened his eyes.

Contemptuous eyes...

In the realm of demons and ghosts.

The disciples who crushed the token but failed to send it out gradually fell into howling.

"What should we do? We can't seem to get out!"

"I'm not going to die here, but this is the secret realm of the Taiwei Sect organization. How can they do such a thing?"

"It has long been heard that Lin Jingfeng, the head of the Taiwei Sect, seems to have an indistinct relationship with a goblin. Do you think the big tail standing up in the mountains looks like a fox goblin?"

"Could it be the sky fox in the rumors?"

"The Taiwei sect tricked us into offering sacrifices to the sky fox. He wants to revive that fox demon!"

Yan Wubi's fingertips trembled slightly at this moment.

How did things get the way they are?

Is this all a plan by Lin Jiran?

Even he was designed to die in this demon realm.

"Is there no way to sacrifice this technique? If there are not forty people, will the fox demon be resurrected?"

Xiang Jiurong didn't answer his words, but quietly walked behind him.

He took out the Demon Sword from his bosom and put it on Yan Wuwei's waist.

"You already knew about this?"

"He shouldn't know."

Yan Zizhi casually answered for Yan Wuwei.

"If he knew, he wouldn't choose to fight in the square."

In this way, he and Xiang Jiurong did not fall into the square formation, nor did they have any contact with the fox in the mountain.

It was clearly a deadly game, but it was accidentally destroyed by Yan Wuwei.

Among the forty disciples who came in, only four of them were not affected by the square formation.

Of course, there is also Linyuan.

"I don't know about this square formation at all. Lin Jiran just asked me to find an opportunity to sneak attack you. I hesitated along the way and couldn't do it."

Yan Zizhi raised his eyebrows and sneered, "I still have to thank you for not doing anything?"

Deity?

Yan Wuwei was a little surprised and uncertain.

Isn't Ji Yunzhi just an ordinary disciple of Taiwei Sect?

How could he call himself the deity?

There is only Linyuan Immortal Venerable who can be commensurate with the position of Venerable in the heaven and earth.

Xiang Jiurong didn't have anything to think about.

As early as in Wuwang Realm, he had already seen the strength of his ex-wife.

Don't say what kind of immortal ex-wife is, even the devil can accept it.

The Mozun himself looked up at the unpredictable tails in the mountain.

Sharp eyes flashed past, as if thinking about how to deal with it.

"You don't want to save them, do you?"

Yan Wuwei was a little perplexed.

Did he meet some great bodhisattva?

Obviously, he can stay out of the matter and eliminate all hostility by the way.

Want to show mercy? ? ?

Yan Zizhi is not a bodhisattva.

He glanced around, whether it was the incorrigible Xianba who was rampant just now, or other innocent disciples of the Taiwei Sect, they were all struggling at the moment.

The Square Formation kept absorbing souls from them and injecting them into the mountain.

Seeing the few fox tails in the mountain, they can gradually condense into a solid body.

Shouldn't.

It can't be that simple.

With Lin Jiran's personality, there would definitely be flaws in this plan.

At this moment, their every move is being monitored outside.

Clear the level easily, halve the difficulty of the task, and even send jade pendants, all for everyone to reach the last level one by one.

But can the souls of forty ordinary foundation-building disciples revive the little fox that once required 480 temples to suppress?

impossible.

That's not what Lin Jiran was looking for.

A younger brother with ordinary aptitude doesn't need to sacrifice at all.

What Lin Jiran did was the soul in Yan Zizhi's body.

Only the Sea of ​​Consciousness in the Transformation Stage can revive that fox demon.

So these little brothers who are struggling in front of them are just a cover-up, some puppet victims.

Lin Jiran arranged for a group of people to act in such a scene.

All the extras were wiped out, just for the protagonist Yan Zizhi.

Others don't have to die, they are just a foil.

Only Yan Zizhi is the protagonist!

Only Yan Zizhi must die!

Oriole shrank its furry body into the storage ring, not daring to come out: 【How did Lin Jiran know that you have a sea of ​​consciousness in your body that has transformed into a god. 】

Yan Zizhi also wanted to know this question.

But now is not the time to probe for answers.

No matter what is waiting for Yan Zizhi in the end, at this moment, the fox demon in the mountain must not be allowed to continue to absorb the souls of other disciples.

otherwise.

He wasn't sure he could beat that fox demon himself.

"Xiang Jiurong, let me borrow your demon sword."

Yan Zizhi stood motionless on the spot, gently spreading his left palm.

The black demon knife landed in his palm without hesitation.

A person's weapon is that person's life.

If the demon knife is broken, Xiang Jiurong will feel the same way with it, and his soul will be greatly damaged.

Therefore, practitioners will never hand over their weapons to others.

Unless it is an extremely trustworthy person.

Xiang Jiurong didn't hesitate, and Yan Zizhi saw it.

Holding the demon knife in one hand, he turned the demon knife as thin as a willow leaf twice in his palm.

He cut his wrist without hesitation.

"You are crazy!"

Xiang Jiurong's eyes widened.

Why doesn't the ex-wife play her cards according to the routine?

I asked him if he borrowed the knife to sharpen it to the fox demon?How can you hurt yourself?

Yan Zizhi didn't have time to explain to him.

The Quartet has been going on for quite some time.

The souls of several disciples have been absorbed by more than half.

If you waste more time, there is really no room for turning around.

The demon knife cut off his hair instantly, cutting his fair skin dripping with blood instantly.

Drop by drop, blood dripped down his elbow.

Enduring the pain on his wrist, Yan Zizhi continued to carve a spell on his left arm with the demon knife.

The demon knife once followed Xiang Jiurong to fight in the demon world, full of evil spirit.

Every cut is like a pain in the heart.

But only such tyrannical evil spirit can draw the coldest spell.

The arms that were originally creamy skin were instantly bumpy, and I couldn't bear to look directly at them.

Little by little red blood flowed down Yan Zizhi's arm, then condensed in the air and flew towards the mountain in front of him.

Every drop of blood will explode after falling into the mountain.

Every time a drop is exploded, the shape of the fox tail in the mountain becomes more transparent.

With the completion of a spell, the speed at which the souls of these little disciples were sucked away slowly slowed down in a form visible to the naked eye.

But this is far from enough.

"With my body, turn it into a blood talisman, and the destiny will be sacrificed in all directions, town!"

Yan Zizhi turned the demon knife upside down, pinched it in his right hand, dragged the tail of the demon knife and pulled it fiercely in his palm.

Blood splattered.

"Even if you squeeze out all your blood, it will only delay time." Xiang Jiurong's eyelids twitched.

"It's a moment if you can delay it for a moment."

Yan Zizhi hasn't thought of a perfect solution yet.

Now he needs to buy time to let himself figure out a way.

He squeezed his right hand tightly and squeezed out the blood in his palm that dripped on the ground.

Until the blood winds into a small patch of wet ground.

Then he took off the pair of purple cloud-patterned boots and placed them neatly on one side of the stone.

Stepping on the "mud pit" composed of blood stains with bare feet.

Then there is a repetition of the scene in the realm of innocence.

Walking back and forth with bare feet, relying on the blood on the soles of his feet, he drew a huge formation on the ground.

His blood was left in the grass, in the gravel, and on the branches of small trees.

If the blood is not enough, he will use the demon knife to cut again.

He cannot die in the realm of demons and ghosts.

He will definitely not die in Lin Jiran's conspiracy.

The dignity of being a Demon Lord allowed him to advance but not retreat.

Xiang Jiurong stood where he was, staring blankly at his ex-wife, almost injuring the enemy by one thousand and self-inflicted eight hundred.

Finished calf.

If this continues, he will definitely lose a big baby ex-wife.

Xiang Jiurong is very familiar with this kind of sacrifice spell.

Even monsters can be listed as a forbidden sacrifice spell, possessing the power to destroy the world.

In other words, the person who designed all this should not only have designed a square matrix.

That must be an unimaginable formation. As long as this formation rises from the ground, it will never give up until it achieves its goal.

And the so-called purpose should be a high-level spirit.

Xiang Jiurong is not that stupid.

I believe that with the foundation building aptitude of forty ordinary disciples alone, such nonsense as the great demon Tianhu can be resurrected.

As the head of a dandy boy of the Yao clan who went to heaven and earth, he naturally likes to play with whatever is forbidden by the Yao clan.

He had checked this forbidden technique secretly.

This kind of forbidden technique is called the Array of Eternal Ages.

Once it is opened, it will never stop until it reaches its goal.

Therefore, the goal of those who opened the Eternal Formation is to aim at high-level spirits.

Among the forty people present, apart from himself, the high-ranking spirit should be his unpredictable ex-wife.

Although he didn't know who his ex-wife was, he began to understand at this moment.

It is absolutely impossible for his ex-wife to be "Ji Yunzhi", an ordinary disciple of the Taiwei Sect.

whoever he is.

As a man, you must never watch your ex-wife being sacrificed.

It's a matter of dignity.

The large formation Yan Zizhi drew with his feet gradually began to work.

Countless points of light began to rise from the formation under his feet.

It's just that this fluorescence is not the silvery white color that normal formations should have.

But a blood mist filled the air.

It's all Yan Zizhi's blood.

Every time a drop of blood disappears, Xiang Jiurong feels a pain in his heart.

It can't go on like this.

Xiang Jiurong roared violently, and the feathers of the nine-tailed phoenix behind him stood up, forming a gorgeous wall of spells.

The black streamer covered his body from head to tail, like the deepest and most lustrous satin.

This is Xiang Jiurong's body.

Xiang Jiurong: "The savior is in the limelight, who else is better than me?"

Only by sacrificing a high-level spirit can we break through the realm of demons and stop this killing.

Then it's up to him to sacrifice.

In short, no one can bully his ex-wife.

The big monster who was once respected in the status of the monster clan can't do it either.

The black streamer wings spread wantonly from the back of Zixiang Jiurong.

This pair of wings is majestic and majestic, and when fully unfolded, it can cover the sky and block out the sun, with a heroic appearance.

All the little disciples were stunned.

Just now in the hall, when Xiang Jiurong didn't reveal his real body, he was already shocked enough.

At this moment, the main body appeared, and it was almost impossible to describe it in words.

It can only be said that compared with the young master of the Yaozu, they are all weak.

Xiang Jiurong spread his wings and flew into the air, a pair of wings fluttered against each other, and black streamers swirled around it.

The aura belonging to the master of the monster clan is rich and abundant.

He stretched out his fingers and formed a formation with his hands.

Four beams of light shot up into the sky from the four parts of his body, leading into the mountain.

The little disciples who were able to breathe raised their heads one after another at this moment, staring at the changes in mid-air in dumbfounded.

"He actually! He opened the square formation by himself!"

"It's terrible! Is this the strength of the young master of the Yaozu?"

Xianba: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Huang Liniao: [Although I think Xianba's narcissistic ability can't be saved, but what's going on with the young master of the Yaozu, hey, isn't he really going to sacrifice himself? 】

Yan Zizhi was concentrating on drawing the formation.

Every wrong step in this formation may fall into a situation of eternal doom, so you can't be distracted, and you can't be negligent.

It wasn't until the little oriole reminded him that he raised his head to look at the bird flying in mid-air.

silly bird.

This was specially designed by Lin Jiran for him.

If he doesn't die, the formation will not stop.

What's the use of sacrificing a young demon master?It's just a late Nascent Soul cultivation base.

It's still far away from becoming a god.

At the same time, a crystal-clear black demon pill, Zixiang Jiurong's chest, slowly fluoresced.

Consecrate the demon pill and voluntarily enter the square formation.

His spirit will soon be shattered.

The fox tails in the mountain that were originally suppressed by Yan Zizhi's formation turned from transparent to solid again.

It can be seen that Xiang Jiurong's soul has sufficiently supplemented it.

Just when the demon pill was about to completely leave Xiang Jiurong's body and float into the mountains.

Yan Zizhi suddenly soared into the air, grabbed the black demon pill, and slapped him into Xiang Jiurong's body with his backhand.

"Stay behind me."

"If I don't die, no one can hurt the people around me."

? A bewildered Xiang Jiurong:? ? ?

Hey, my ex-wife is so domineering and stylish.

The other little disciples with shocked faces: "???"

Is the square formation a formation that can be done with one shot?

Isn't it something that four people should work together and sacrifice their souls to accomplish?

Without breaking a word: "..."

So no matter whether Yan Zizhi opened the square formation with everyone just now, he will lose if he takes action against Yan Zizhi.

I feel like I'm on the wrong team.

Heart flustered.

at the same time.

Linyuan's side.

He stared at the statue that was almost exactly the same as Yan Zizhi, and fell into deep thought for a long time.

The one who carved the statues of gods, 480 temples.

What is the relationship with Yan Zizhi?

The ghost king wailed behind him.

"I'm just a little brat here. I used to live well on my mountain top, but you Taiwei faction insisted on moving my whole family here, right?"

"You can't move me over here, let me do things for you, and stab me back, isn't that killing a donkey?"

Having said that, Lin Yuan finally lowered his head and looked at the donkey.

"Where's the demon pill?"

"The demon pill? The demon pill has already been taken away by that kid in the team just now!"

"It's the little kid in the baggy black clothes, bouncing around and smiling all the time."

What a joke, he just saw Yaodan complete a task.

As a little brat, how could he be worthy of Master Tianhu's demon pill? ?

Not return?

Lin Yuan's focus has always been on Yan Zizhi's side.

He didn't notice the little boy named Bugui.

If you don't hand over the demon pill to the ghost king in front of him to make him make trouble, then what is the purpose of Yan Wuwei bringing the demon pill in?

Just as they were talking, a huge earthquake suddenly came from a distant mountain.

The ghost king suddenly turned around: "It's strange, I actually sensed the master's breath!"

Owner?

Isn't the owner of this ghost king the little fox?

Oops!

The black figure in front of the ghost king disappeared without a trace in just a flash.

The ghost king who was lucky enough to recover his life fell limp on the ground.

Fortunately fortunately.

No need to die, no need to die.

The evil spirit has left.

The ghost king patted his chest and exhaled, tremblingly piecing together all his torn bodies, ready to retreat back to his mountain top.

too frightening.

This world is too scary.

Just this moment.

A black spell suddenly flew from a distance, passing through his heart from behind him.

Clean and without emotion.

The ghost king's huge body just condensed did not struggle at all.

It disappeared between heaven and earth with a bang.

At the foot of the mountain in the third pass.

Xiao Bugui, who had been standing behind a dead tree, stretched out one hand and raised it in mid-air, twisting the palm inward, making a crushed appearance.

A black and rotten breath belonging to the ghost king turned into flying ash in his palm.

It's a pity that the ghost king who has lived for hundreds of years has only such a little power.

It's too little to plug a gap between the teeth.

After doing all this, Xiao Bugui walked out slowly from behind the dead tree, with his usual innocent smile on his face.

He looked up at Yan Zizhi flying in mid-air.

Take a deep breath.

This belongs to the soul flavor of the transformation stage.

smell good……

Let him fight that little fox again.

The praying mantis, the cicada, and the oriole are behind, always waiting for an opportunity.

Only those who are patient can enjoy the last delicacy.

-

Yan Zizhi was floating in mid-air, almost bleeding from his body.

Ji Yunzhi's body is too weak to carry his sea of ​​consciousness in the stage of becoming a god.

The exhaustion of the whole body hit like a tide.

It's just a small Eternal Formation.

If he is still at his peak, he only needs to move his fingers...

After beating Xiang Jiurong back to the original place, he could no longer control his figure.

A trance fell from the sky.

Finished calf.

I am afraid that I will be buried here today.

The fox demon in the mountain sensed the weakness of his soul, and began to draw power from him crazily...

The last blood also began to pour into the mountain along the formation.

At this moment, a black figure suddenly approached from a distance.

Catch him.

Linyuan came too fast, and the evil spirit here was too strong.

When Yan Zizhi caught Yan Zizhi and turned around and fell lightly, the mask slipped off his face quietly.

"Immortal... Immortal Venerable..."

"Linyuan Immortal Venerable???"

The author has something to say:

Lin Yuan: Did I come in time?

Yan Zizhi: I lost my horse, hey, is it really good to show your affection in front of others?

I heard that Xiu Enai died quickly.

What should I do if I don't speak well?

gag with your mouth...

[Thanks to the little cuties who have been giving me 'claws', I have already collected a full sack of claws (happy face). 】