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Zhang Ningyue was not joking, before she finished her words, she saw a layer of scarlet blood appearing in the woman's eyes, with her hands resting on the bronze tripod ears, the silver bell trembled for a moment, and the black and purple aura lingering around her became stronger.

Zhang Qinglan jumped up with the sword, and slashed towards the copper tripod with the horizontal knife.The blade of the sword collided with the cauldron, making an ear-piercing buzzing sound.

The dress on the woman's body fluttered, and her five fingers were firmly dug into the copper tripod mechanism. A large amount of spiritual power burst out along with her sea of ​​energy, and was swallowed by the furnace one after another.

As soon as the bronze furnace cauldron changed from its original gloomy appearance, it seemed to be awakened by spiritual power at this time, frantically devouring the pure spiritual energy that Zhang Ningyue had crossed, causing the tripod's belly to vibrate vigorously, and even the sword energy falling on the cauldron was also taken away. forced into oblivion.

The furnace cauldron seemed to have suddenly given birth to a weapon spirit, and under the blessing of Zhang Ningyue, its aura became more and more frightening.The soaring black flame rose from the ground the moment the young man leaped backwards, enveloping the entire furnace.

Seeing this, Zhang Ningyue stood up, tapped the tripod's ears with her toes, and landed on the ground.

She took a piccolo from her waist and held it to her lips, a short whistling sound suddenly sounded, and the music brought gusts of wind, sweeping towards the young man's face!

Zhang Qinglan turned her attack and swung her sword to cut through a cinnabar talisman. The talisman exploded, and the spiritual power contained in it was about to be dissolved one by one like the wind of a knife.

Seeing that the bronze furnace trembled more and more violently, Zhang Ningyue's eyes flashed fiercely, and she rushed towards the place where the young man was, and said through gritted teeth, "Why do you pretend to be affectionate?"

She made claws with her hands, black light lingered around her fingertips, and she looked at Zhang Qinglan with resentment in her eyes: "On the day of the Heavenly Sacrifice Ceremony, even though I stopped you on the cliff, didn't you froze from fright in the end? Stay where you are and don’t dare to move.”

"Alan, you have never seen so much blood, such a heavy rain?" Zhang Ningyue's tone trembled slightly, and her eyes became red with blood: "In the illusion, he is so hypocritical. No, what's the use?"

Zhang Qinglan dodged the blow sideways, and then grabbed the woman's wrist, her eyes flickered with tremors.

But he quickly regained his previous composure. He exerted force with five fingers and pulled him away from the furnace: "... so what?"

"what?"

Zhang Ningyue didn't expect that Zhang Qinglan would still have such great power until today. She had no intention of guarding against it, but now she was staggered suddenly by someone.Immediately afterwards, there was a moment of dizziness in front of his eyes, his forehead felt cold, and his sight was covered by a light yellow talisman.

"Sacrificing living people to your so-called 'gods' is nonsense! The emperor wants to suppress a hundred kingdoms, the elder brother wants to be the king of the country, and the priest is to satisfy his own selfish desires... In this way, people's lives can be ignored, and just one person can be arrested and killed. Throwing into the sea?!"

When Zhang Qinglan talked about the excitement, he couldn't help but clenched his five fingers holding the long sword: "It is true that Ao Zhan died in my place. If it is really settled, I will not be able to escape the guilt."

Zhang Ningyue heard the young man's slightly hoarse voice in her ears: "It's just a loss of life, and I can still afford it."

The body-fixing talisman made the woman unable to move for a short period of time, and she could only watch helplessly as the young man approached the bronze tripod step by step.

At this time, the bronze furnace tripod was still shaking violently. There was a huge tripod with the height of two people standing in the middle of the high platform, surrounded by thick wooden pillars. friction sound.

As the momentum of the copper tripod became more and more powerful, a large cloud of dark clouds was summoned in the air, covering up the original bright daylight one by one.

The situation between the heaven and the earth changed dramatically, and the cold wind blowing for no reason lifted the long hair behind the young man, swept away countless gravel and dust, and the flying sand and rocks formed small whirlwinds with the copper tripod as the center.

Seeing this, Zhang Qinglan felt an ominous premonition in her heart, and rushed straight towards the copper tripod——

The moment the black iron sword touched the body of the cauldron!I saw the wind and thunder blowing, and the cauldron cover suddenly lifted!

Among them, the beam of light reaches the sky, connecting the sky and the earth in an instant.

The thick and almost suffocating living souls flew out of the cauldron one by one, and spread out in all directions, followed by mournful cries from their mouths, like a mountain roaring and a tsunami.

The call sign in the cauldron was too shrill, hundreds of different voices piled up together, as if they were about to cut through the eardrums.

Zhang Qinglan immediately resisted with a horizontal sword, but at the same time, she noticed that most of the living souls flying out of the furnace were extremely weak, floating in midair for only a moment, and they already seemed to dissipate.

Just when he was about to step forward to investigate one or two, those furnaces on the altar, which had calmed down after releasing thousands of living souls, suddenly cracked a gap in the middle!

Zhang Ningyue stared at the crack on the copper tripod and smiled strangely, and whispered: "It's too late..."

The bronze tripod was bulky and huge, and if it shook even a little, the whole altar would be sunken a few inches. Now that there was a crack, countless dark lights suddenly exploded between the cracks, and it seemed to cover the sun for a while!

A deep and hoarse roar resounded in the cauldron, and within a moment, a black shadow slowly rose from the copper cauldron.

As the black shadow gradually grew, it roared, and the living souls who were fleeing in all directions felt a strong grip at the same time.The living soul couldn't dodge in time, and was sucked back by the black shadow, followed by thousands of shrill whistling sounds.

This is the cry that will only be emitted when the living soul completely dissipates——

Realizing this, Zhang Qinglan's eyes widened, and she didn't care to cover her ears. She raised her sword and was about to stab at the strange black shadow. The tip of the sword was filled with golden light, and pure spiritual power was poured into it, dispelling it and lingering on the black shadow. A little mist.

Just when the young man was about to continue exerting force and stabbing the point of the sword completely, the black shadow that had sucked up the soul suddenly let out a long cry, and his figure grew several times, followed by a strong rotten smell breath.

After a while, the masking mist was dispelled by the sword light, and the huge black shadow finally revealed its true face—the old and wrinkled skin was covered by a gray robe, and the gilt mask on the face had been worn for hundreds of years. It has since become mottled and old.

The old man was hunched over, his eyes became completely black, floating directly above the copper tripod, most of the torn clothes were stained with black ash, and the smell was rotten and stale.

The priest, who is now a spirit, has lost his body, so he has no legs.Floating in the air, he looked straight at the young man under the altar who was trying to pierce himself with a long sword, and grinned.

Zhang Qinglan recognized his appearance, was shocked, and blurted out: "High Priest?"

Unexpectedly, at the moment when he was distracted, the priest who seemed to be stagnant suddenly raised his hand and waved his sleeves, calling a strong wind with a foul smell to hit the young man directly.

After absorbing the living soul and cultivating in this bronze furnace for many years, the strength of the high priest cannot be compared with before.The attacking aura is not as light and penetrating as ordinary people's, but sticky and thick, mixed with wisps of black smoke, it seems to have turned into substance at first glance.

Zhang Qinglan couldn't dodge in time, and the long sword that was resisting in front of him was snapped!The remaining prestige of the thick black spiritual power swept away, forcing him to take a few steps to resist.

Severe pain came from his waist immediately, and the young man couldn't help but let out a muffled groan, and involuntarily took a few steps backwards and fell to the ground.The broken sword in his hand was submerged a few inches into the green brick, and only then was he able to stabilize his figure.

At this time, the altar is full of broken souls, and the hundreds of living people around the golden nanzhu are also dying.Under the dark sky, the wind and clouds were turbulent, and the sound of whimpering and mourning suddenly broke out.

The original huge black shadow slowly retracted, and finally returned to its normal figure.The high priest's face hidden under the gilded mask was blurred. He looked at the repelled young man with a low snort, then stepped out of the tattered bronze tripod, and walked slowly down the stage step by step.

The high priest raised his hand, palm up, and then there was a sharp sound like a crane's chirping, and then a long black bone flew from the wreckage of the cauldron, and landed firmly in the palm of the old man.

His walking is slow, he is old, even though he looks like a soul, he still can't move freely.After a while, he came to Zhang Ningyue and tore off the yellow talisman on her forehead.

Zhang Ningyue was able to move because of this.After she was out of the control of the spell, she immediately knelt down to salute, bowed her head and called out respectfully to the old man: "My lord priest."

The high priest nodded, stretched out his right hand, and a bluish-purple black mist formed on the translucent fingertips, and then lightly pressed his fingertips between Zhang Ningyue's eyebrows, and the black mist slowly sank into it.

Everything was just a blink of an eye, a blank look flashed in the woman's eyes for a moment, and when she recovered, she felt light all over, and all the spiritual energy that was spent fighting with Zhang Qinglan was fully recovered.

Zhang Ningyue smiled, stood up and supported the old man, and said softly, "Thank you, sir."

"It's okay." The high priest's voice was hoarse and his tone was gentle. He looked back at the altar and praised, "You've done a good job."

Just when Zhang Ningyue was about to say something, the high priest suddenly raised his long bone staff, closed his eyes, and muttered something.

Almost at the same time, several rays of light erupted from the long bones—all of them attacked the young man in an instant.

Zhang Ningyue's pupils constricted, and panic gradually spread to her eyes. After a moment of stiffness, she rushed forward directly, and said in a sharp voice, "Don't do it, my lord!" trying to block Zhang Qinglan's blow.

It's a pity that the spiritual power bursting out from the priest's staff was like an arrow and could not be recovered. Even if half of it fell into Zhang Ningyue's body, the rest still hit the young man directly.

The huge force struck, the young man was already thin and lost for a while, but was overturned by the violent spiritual force, and flew into the air like a kite with a broken string, and was about to fly out of the platform and fall straight down!

At this critical moment, a desolate dragon chant suddenly resounded over the altar.

I saw the blue light shining brightly, the dark green dragon soaring into the sky, the fierce light flickering in the coquettish emerald eyes, the dragon's tail swung, smashing half of the altar, the cracks immediately spread like a spider web, all the way to the priest's feet!

The majestic monster energy filled the sky and the earth, and the green dragon roared and flew up.He opened his mouth wide, grabbed the clothes on Zhang Qinglan's back tightly, flew through the clouds, and flung him back to the corner of the altar.

The dark clouds that originally gathered above the sky suddenly dissipated.

The ghost fireball condensed by the dragon's breath slammed towards the high priest with thunderous force, making a loud noise that shook the sky!