True Immortal of the Netherworld

High in the air on the Fengshen Platform.

The wind and snow whirlpool, storm vortex and wind and fire whirlpool continue to absorb the power of demon spirits from the great demons transformed by the White Feather Saint, Cang Feather Saint and Red Feather Saint.

The three whirlpools were formed into glyphs, and there were shining spiritual patterns connecting them. The spiritual patterns swirled, and the runes wandered, over and over again, forming a mammoth formation.

"Demon Array—Three-feathered Demon Psychic Array!"

The time for thirty breaths is up.

Boom!

There was a loud noise, and the void suddenly shook. Like a thunder god swinging his hammer, a purple thunder appeared in the center of the psychic array.

The thunder changes from thin to thick, and then from thick to thin again.

The people watching below the Fengshen Platform held their breaths and stared at the sky above the Fengshen Platform.

The great wizard Zhu Ronglie raised his three-feathered staff in his right hand and shouted loudly: "Purple thunder appears, and the wind god arrives."

Everyone present became more nervous.

The God of Wind is a very powerful divine object. It can bring endless wind spirit mineral deposits to the Feiyu Alliance area, and it can also bring violent wind disasters.

Everyone respects and fears the God of Wind.

Next, something puzzling happened.

After the purple thunder passed, the "Wind God" did not appear in the psychic formation, but became quiet, so quiet that it was terrifying.

The great wizard Zhu Ronglie frowned, with the shadow of fire jumping in his eyes, and shouted: "Three saints, please hold on a little longer."

High in the sky, the Red Bird Great Demon, the White Luan Great Demon and the Golden Eagle Great Demon transformed from the three saints all emitted the cries of birds and beasts.

Chirp——

Chirp——

Chirp——

The voice was loud and clear, like a sword piercing the void while swearing an oath, full of fighting spirit and unyielding spirit.

Bai Yutian, the leader of the Baiyu Tribe, had nervousness written all over her face. She looked up at the Bailuan Demon in the sky and recited the numbers in her heart, "Thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three..."

Every time she silently counted a number, it was like a sharp blade piercing her chest, making Bai Yutian feel suffocated.

"Jing, hold on."

The thirty-five breath time is up.

The Great Bailuan Demon high in the sky let out a mournful cry, making the wind and snow sad. The big demon's body quickly converged and turned into Bai Yujing's original appearance.

Bai Yujing's body fell from the sky, her white clothes were messy and helpless.

She landed on the Fengshen Platform, her body swaying and she collapsed on the ground. There were silver light patterns flashing on the surface of her skin, as if it was about to split. Her body had reached its limit and might collapse at any time.

Bai Yujing's eyes were filled with tears, remorse, unwillingness, panic, and a tangle of various emotions.

At this moment, Xu Yang's voice came to Bai Yujing's ears in time: "Bai Yujing, don't panic. Use the green sandalwood Buddha seal I drew on your palm to stabilize your body. You should be fine."

"It's Xu Yang!" Bai Yujing calmed down, clasped her hands together, and the green sandalwood Buddha seal in the palm of her left hand suddenly flashed, and the remaining green sandalwood magic power on it completely dispersed.

The surface of her body showed the appearance of a tall green sandalwood leaf, emitting powerful Buddhist enchantment power, which quickly calmed her disordered body without collapse.

At this time, Bai Yutian's voice sounded in Bai Yujing's ears: "Jing, don't panic, quickly cast the Bai Yu Soul Stabilizing Curse I passed on to you."

Bai Yujing gained some strength. She crossed her legs and closed her eyes, running the Bai Yu Soul Stabilizing Curse. White feathers flew around her body, and her body gradually relaxed.

Bai Yutian, who was under the Fengshen stage, shook his head slightly, "This is already her limit. I hope Fengshen can appear next, otherwise..."

There was still no movement in the psychic formation high in the sky, as calm as a terrifying abyss.

Cang Yujie, the leader of the Cangyu Tribe, looked increasingly uglier. He clenched the eagle claw staff in his hand and said silently in his heart: "Master Fengshen, please come down. With the blessings of the God of Feathers, Cang Yuran is fine."

The thirty-seven breath time is up.

The golden eagle demon high in the sky let out a cry, its body shook, and its golden light feathers were messy. The big demon's body immediately converged, revealing Cang Yuran's true body.

At this moment, Cang Yuran's eyes were cloudy, she fell into a semi-conscious state, and fell straight down from the sky.

At this moment, a ball of silver thunder flashed in the air. The silver thunder converged, revealing the true form of Cang Yuzhi.

Cang Yuzhi hugged Cang Yuran around the waist, and then landed firmly on the Fengshen Platform.

"Brother." Cang Yuran's vision became blurry, but the warmth was familiar to her, and a smile appeared on her lips.

Cang Yuzhi quickly helped Cang Yuran, and then sat behind Cang Yuran, placing his palms on Cang Yuran's shoulders and back.

Cang Yuzhi spared no effort, the demon blood in his body boiled, and a pair of huge goshawk wings sprouted from his back.

Semi-demon!

There were traces of silver lightning arcs rolling on the surface of his arms, and powerful soul power was injected into Cang Yuran's body.

Cang Yuran's cloudy eyes became clear.

Under the Fengshen stage.

Cang Yujie, the leader of the Cangyu tribe, sighed softly: "Hey. The God of Wind still hasn't appeared. Thirty-seven breaths of time are already the limit of Cang Yuran's demon body. Fortunately, Cang Yuzhi took action in time, otherwise Cang Yuran would The body will probably collapse."

When the great wizard Zhu Ronglie saw Cang Yuzhi jumping onto the Fengshen Platform, he whispered to himself: "There is a special ban on flying feathers on the altar in the middle of the Fengshen Platform. Only those who are under half a year old and have the power of the flying feather demon spirit You can climb up. Looking at the entire Feiyu Alliance, except for the three saints, only Cang Yuzhi of the Cangyu tribe can do this. At an extremely high level. If Cang Yuzhi were a girl, she would be one of the most powerful saints in history."

Zhu Ronglie's eyes fell on the red bird demon high in the sky. "The God of Wind has not yet appeared, so we can only rely on Chi Yuyan's efforts alone. But in this situation, unless she is extremely lucky, it will be difficult for her to conquer it alone." Summoned by the Wind God."

Zhu Ronglie's face seemed to be covered with frost, and it was extremely cold.

The time for forty breaths has come.

As Zhu Ronglie expected, the red bird demon in the sky reached its limit. The red sparrow demon flapped its wings vigorously at last, releasing a day of wind and fire. The body quickly converged, revealing the true form of Chi Yuyan.

Chi Yuyan looked unwilling, but was helpless.

Her body landed on the surface of the Fengshen Platform, and red lines overflowed from the corners of her mouth. She quickly held out the magic weapon Red Feather Nirvana Furnace with both hands.

The power of the Nirvana fireworks emitted from the Red Feather Nirvana Furnace was breathed into the mouth and nose of the Red Feather Goose. Her trembling body gradually stabilized.

"Fortunately, there is the magic weapon Akabane Nirvana Furnace, otherwise my body would have collapsed." Akariyu Yan said happily.

High in the air.

Without the injection of the power of the three saintesses and great demons, the three-feathered demon channeling array used to channel the Wind God would have no array eyes, and the power of the channeling would become weak.

The whole place was silent.

Everyone knows what it means.

The summoning of the Wind God failed, and the next step was the cruel sacrifice of the saint.

The great wizard Zhu Ronlie raised his head and glanced at the psychic formation in the sky and the void without a trace of wind, with a disappointed look on his face.

"If the wind god doesn't come out, the saint will sacrifice." The great wizard Zhu Ronglie jumped to the wind god platform and shouted.

"If the wind god doesn't come out, the saint will sacrifice."

"If the wind god doesn't come out, the saint will sacrifice."

The crowd of wizards under the Fengshen Stage raised their arms and shouted. Everyone was as excited as chicken blood, and there was no sign of sadness.

Xu Yang frowned, and a sadness suddenly rose in his heart: "According to what Bai Yujing told me before. If the Great Demon Array cannot successfully summon the Wind God, it means that this time the blessings are not received by those who live in the "Feiyu Heavenly Palace" Feather God agreed. Without Feather God's help, it would be impossible for Fengshen to come.

If you want to come, you must sacrifice the life of one or even all the saints to gain the approval of the Feather God. What kind of blessing ceremony is this? It is simply unreasonable and ignorant killing. "

Xu Yang looked at the three saints and Cang Yuzhi on the altar in the center of Fengshentai. The vibrant life made people feel friendly.

Xu Yang looked up at the sky again, which was empty and cold.

"Feiyu Tiangong is a place where the God of Feathers exists. The God of Feathers who lives somewhere in the cold void, does he really know the warmth and coldness of the world and the value of life?" Xu Yang's eyes flashed.

The ritual of sacrificing life exists throughout Zhongyuan Continent.

Usually the lives of cattle, sheep, pigs and other livestock are sacrificed to pray for blessings from the gods.

The ritual of sacrificing human life is called doomsday sacrifice. Only when faced with a doomsday scenario that cannot be reversed will an attempt be made.

But this kind of ritual of sacrificing human life often doesn't change anything. It has been classified as a forbidden technique in the Northern Territory, but it is still retained in the Southern Territory. In the eyes of the people of the Northern Territory, sacrificing human lives is a barbaric act. In the eyes of the people of the Southern Territory, sacrificing human life is the sacred ritual closest to God.

Whizzing--

Two figures flashed.

Bai Yutian, the leader of the Baiyu Tribe, and Cang Yujie, the leader of the Cangyu Tribe, also came to the Fengshen Platform.

Zhu Ronglie looked at the two people opposite him and said: "Two clan leaders, the God of Wind has never appeared. I think this has something to do with the frequent wind disasters in recent times. It was the tallest God of Feather in Feiyu Heavenly Palace who did not sense Feiyu. The clan’s most pious prayer is that the Wind God becomes crazy due to some condition, but next, we can only sacrifice the saint’s life according to the rules of the ceremony to welcome the Wind God.”

Bai Yutian nodded and said with firm eyes: "The three saints are the Feiyu Alliance's most precious assets. Their existence is to communicate with the Feather God and pray for the Feiyu clan. It is theirs who can sacrifice their lives in the ceremony. Destiny is also a great honor.”

The eagle claw staff clenched tightly in Cang Yujie's right hand hit his left palm, causing pain. Maybe that would keep him calm.

Cang Yujie said: "I remember the last time a saint was sacrificed during the ceremony to welcome the Wind God. It was ten years ago. The saint who was sacrificed that time came from the Baiyu tribe. Her name was Bai Yulan. The Feiyu clan always remembers her dedication. This time, it will be left to God to decide which of the three saints, Cang Yuran, Bai Yujing and Chi Yuyan, will be the first to sacrifice her life."

Zhu Ronglie's eyes were determined, he touched his bald head with his hand, and then said: "Without further delay, we will draw lots according to the previous rules."

"Please bring out the holy lot." Zhu Ronglie ordered loudly.

Under the Fengshen stage, several wizards immediately came carrying a lottery tube made of cowhide that had been prepared in advance.

In the lottery tube, there are three feathered arrows, with the arrow tips inside and the arrow feathers outside.

Zhu Ronglie, Bai Yutian and Cang Yujie gathered around the lottery tube.

Zhu Ronglie said: "On the tips of the three feather arrows, there are three pieces of paper tied respectively, with one, two, and three written on them. The order of the numbers is the order of sacrificing the saint's life until the end of the Wind God ceremony. It's best. The result is that only one saint's life is sacrificed, and the wind god is summoned. The worst result is that all three saints sacrifice their lives, and the wind god does not come out. "

Bai Yutian said: "Let's count down the three numbers together and each grab one of the feather arrows to represent the saint of our own tribe."

Cang Yujie said: "Let's get started."

The three figures ran around the lotus tube quickly. Getting faster and faster, like a three-color tornado.

Three, two, one.

Zhu Ronglie, Bai Yutian and Cang Yujie stopped almost at the same time.

The wind and fire are stirring, the wind and snow are blowing, and the wind and sand are flying.

Each of the three people held a feather arrow in their hands.

Three arrows! The fate of the three saints!