Taiping Inn

Li Xuandu pointed behind the two men and said, "Look."

Ili Khan looked in the direction of the voice and saw that many stone tablets that seemed real and unreal appeared behind the two men. The stone tablets were engraved with strange spells, which should be the Golden Tent text, but they were very different from the Golden Tent text commonly used now. Li Xuandu deduced that these should be the text of the ancient Golden Tent, with a dark red color close to black, as if written in blood.

These stone tablets surrounded the "back"-shaped mouth and formed a circle, forming a formation, which made the many stone tablets have subtle connections and formed a t ight whole.

This is a formation that is completely different from the Central Plains formation. It should be a masterpiece of shamanism. If the great heavenly master Zhang Jingxiu or the earth master Xu Wugui were here, they might try to crack this formation, and maybe they could benefit from it, but Li Xuan was not a person who was proficient in this, and he was more on guard.

Ili Khan obviously recognized the words on these stone tablets. He stared at them for a long time, and the more he looked, the deeper his frown became. After a long time, he slowly said, "This is the great formation that the national teacher spent nearly ten years to build. These stone tablets are made of human blood, and they must be the blood of masters, so that the power of the formation can be fully exerted. It seems that the cooperation between the national teacher and the old Khan began more than ten years ago. No wonder the national teacher can gain the trust of the old Khan. The national teacher extended the life of the old Khan and increased his energy, while the old Khan used his power to capture many poor people, including many prisoners and captives who committed serious crimes. No wonder some prisoners mysteriously disappeared in the past few years, including some generals in the Central Plains. It seems that they were all sent to the national teacher, drained of blood, and jointly built a "blood sacrifice" formation."

Li Xuan All said: "I heard this from Xiao Yanshi. Xiao Yanshi said that this is to prolong the life of the old Khan."

Ili Khan obviously knew more than Xiao Yanshi, and shook his head and said: "Not only that, the so-called prolongation of life is only one of the most insignificant functions. Its real function is to offer sacrifices to Changshengtian."

Li Xuandu asked: "Then what?"

Ili Khan shook his head and said: "I don't know. I just saw some records when reading the books of shamanism, but I don't know what will happen after the sacrifice. These are the secrets of shamanism. Even the royal family cannot know them."

Although Ili Khan is a pure warrior, he has reached the realm of heaven and man, and is very close to the transcendent realm of one law and all laws. He also knows about these. Ili Khan stretched out his five fingers and then slowly clenched his fist. With his action, the qi in the hall began to gather in his palm. Affected, these stone tablets seemed to be awakened and began to emit a little blood-red light.

The next moment, illusory figures walked out of the stone tablet, like ghosts, but without any yin energy, but like the condensation of Dharma. Most of these figures were people from the Golden Horde, and there were also a few people from the Central Plains. They had different appearances. Most of them were tall warriors, but there were also slightly weak shamans. Seeing this scene, Ili Khan was also shocked, because many of these people had intersections with him, or even dealt with him. He couldn't help but sighed: "The national teacher has such cruel means. It seems that he has refined the shamans who are about to die and the shamans who oppose him in the shamanism into part of this blood sacrifice formation." Ili Khan raised his hand and pointed at one of the figures, and introduced to Li Xuandu: "This person is called Delehun, from the family of Zixuebie Khan, and has the same blood. He originally served in the old Khan's Qiexue Army and had become one of the ten captains. As a result, he accidentally angered the old Khan and was killed by the old Khan. The Khan dismissed him from his post and exiled him to a faraway place. He had been killed by the Imperial Master and became a dead ghost. "Then Ili Khan pointed to an old shaman and said, "This shaman is highly respected. I have asked him many questions. I also learned a lot about shamanism from him. He has always opposed the Imperial Master, been close to the royal family, and supported the Great Yanshi. A few years ago, the Imperial Master said that this respected old shaman had died and was buried in the collective tomb of the shamans. But now it seems that he was killed by the Imperial Master. "Li Xuandu was silent. Ili Khan's voice was cold, "The national teacher has been corrupting the royal court bit by bit, and this process has lasted for more than ten years. We thought that his killing of the old Khan was just the beginning, but in fact, it is almost over."

Li Xuandu suddenly thought of Xu Wugui and the Yin Yang Sect under his command who disappeared in Kunlun, and his heart was immediately shrouded in an ominous premonition. However, he couldn't tell Ili Khan, an outsider, about this kind of thing. He just thought that if he could return to the Central Plains safely, he must find an opportunity to tell the great master and master about this matter.

As the two were talking, many thin red lines suddenly extended from the stone tablet. They intertwined and connected into a huge circle, as if it was a wreath of laurels woven from blood-colored vines.

The next moment, the whole hall shook violently, not an illusion, but a real vibration.

Li Xuandu stretched out his hand, and the "human world" flew into his palm by itself. Ili Khan clenched his fists, and the blood in his body circulated, lighting up the acupoints.

Both of them were like facing a great enemy and began to prepare for the worst.

Countless strong winds surged upward from the "well mouth", like a land tornado, blowing the clothes of the two people wildly.

Then there was a brief silence, like a moment of peace before a storm. Li Xuandu and Ili Khan looked towards the "bottom of the well" at the same time.

I saw a faint light in the deepest part.

Blood red, like a red eye.

Like the lantern-like eyeball of a giant beast.

Then this blood-colored light grew bigger and bigger, and finally completely occupied the entire "deep well", and then it was surging upwards at a rapid speed, like a line of tide.

And on the crest of the wave, there was a figure standing vaguely.

Li Xuandu and Yili Khan subconsciously retreated.

The next moment, this blood-colored tide rushed upward from the "wellhead", turning into a blood-colored light column directly connected to the dome of the hall.

The entire hall was extremely high, and the dome was at least more than 30 feet from the ground. This light column was like a jade pillar that supported the sky, and it never dissipated for a long time, like a miracle.

Even as strong as Li Xuandu and Yili Khan, they were forced to retreat step by step by the huge momentum brought by the huge light column, and they retreated about three feet from their original position before they stood firm.

After about an incense stick of time, the light column slowly dissipated.

In the hall, a huge golden body slowly appeared, wearing a shaman robe and a feather crown, with countless blood-colored phantoms surrounding him.

The Dharma image was majestic, as high as thirty feet. From a distance, the feather crown was level with the dome, overlooking all living things in the world.

The blood-colored light rose and fell like the sea, majestic and majestic.

The hundred-foot golden body, which seemed real and illusory, stood proudly in the hall.

It was at this time that a thunderbolt directly penetrated the dome, ignoring the gap between the cave and the world, and descended directly here.

The heavenly calamity has arrived, and the thunder punishment will fall!

The huge golden body began to gradually solidify.

A thunderous explosion flashed, resounding between heaven and earth, followed by a series of thunder roars, purple lightning interweaving, showing the magnificent power of heaven.

Li Xuandu and Yilihan looked up at the dome, where a strange vision of a sea of ​​clouds condensed out of thin air, and purple thunders were seen wandering, as if dragons were turning the river upside down.

The next moment, it was unknown whether it was the clouds in the sky or the dome of the underground hall that was directly blown open, and then a thunder fell down and landed directly on the head of the Dharma image.

The Dharma image stood still, allowing the purple thunder to hit it, without any damage to its body, and the blood light flowed, causing the purple thunder to quickly dissipate between heaven and earth.

The thunder in the sky became heavier,

and then the second more powerful thunder broke through the heavy clouds and descended on the earth.

Li Xuandu had an idea in his mind, "Is this the earthly immortal thunder tribulation that the great heavenly master said?"