At the same time, the blue and black and rotten arms behind Kui Yuetaka also pushed him into the basin with force.
Zhong Kui Yuetchi's body moved little by little towards the basin.
The blood in the basin was pouring more and more, and soon it was like a fountain, flowing through the basin, over the square table, and flowing towards the ground along the legs of the square table.
In the blood, vague pieces of flesh and blood gradually emerged, and their parts gave people a subtle sense of familiarity.
Zhong Kui Yueji suddenly realized that there was a corpse that was forcibly stuffed into the basin after being smashed.
The smell of blood just now came from this corpse.
This is the sacrifice of the gods in the temple!
In an instant, a strong premonition arose in Kui Yuetaka's heart, as if as long as he was pulled into the furnace, he would replace the corpse and become a fresh offering!
At this time, Kui Yuetchi's body was already unstable and planted in the pot.
Suddenly, all the arms that were holding him were back on a layer of dazzling light gold, as if they were covered with a thin layer of spring rays.
All arms stopped instantly and stopped moving.
Finally, a powerful and majestic aura suddenly burst out from Kui Yuetchi's body. The arms of many ghosts were like snow meeting the sun, and they disappeared in an instant!
Without these pulls, Kui Yueji finally stood firm again.
Step, step, step...
In the darkness, strange-shaped ghosts walked out, and the corpses in the basin also grabbed the edge of the basin with their hands and pulled themselves out. The cold and treacherous look at the end of the day.
The blood had soaked the entire ground and was constantly rising, as if it was about to overthrow the entire temple.
********************
The irritation of the wind light kept shaking.
Under the erratic light, a blue shirt floated in.
His figure was tall and his sword was lingering, and his entire aura was almost integrated with the long sword behind him.
Ning Wuye walked into the temple and stood behind the threshold. He was slightly stunned. He seemed to have ignored something?
and……
He looked around and frowned immediately, wondering why he ran to such a strange place alone?
After hesitating for a moment, Ning Wuye walked into the screen wall.
The blank screen wall, the simple round tripod, the beams and pillars without any decoration or carving, steps... Ning Wuye finally pushed open the empty door of the main house and walked into the main room where the statue of the gods was enshrined.
Although the statue in front of me is not big in temple, the incense is very strong...
However, these offerings seem unusual... But in the Yousu Tomb, any strange thing is possible...
Ning Wuye walked to the square table where the offerings were placed, looked at the shrine on the top, and looked at the look of doubt on his face.
He always felt that this statue of god... seemed to be something wrong?
At this time, the statue, which was originally painted like a clay body, suddenly opened its red eyes.
The evil spirit surged into the sky, and the statue of the god took action and grabbed Ning Wuye.
boom!!
********************
Dead trees and lonely monuments.
The mud in front of the tomb was still squirming, but the crowd of sacrifices had already dispersed in fear.
In a moment, the mud completely swallowed the last sacrifice and recovered as before.
The sedan chair originally floating in the air disappeared, and a red pink bride wearing a big red wedding robe and a wedding paper covering her head appeared on the branches of the dead tree, stretching lazily.
Xipa was raised to her chest, unable to see her expression clearly.
The complex skirts winding among the branches were blown by the wind, like an old tree that suddenly bloomed with bright flowers.
A pair of delicate embroidered shoes appeared and faintly in the layers of skirts. The tip of the shoe pom pom is as color as blood, little by little, as if it is about to drip.
In the lush grass, the blood stains had already dried up and turned into mottled crimson.
The low-grade talisman flying sword behind Lin Feng was originally carried by Lin Feng, and it was inserted into the ground with a slanted edge. The sword body like autumn water trembled slightly.
At this time, a pure white figure came from a distance.
It looks like a human, wearing a white robe, walking in the wind, floating and flying, but looking carefully, there are two parallel eyes on each of its snow-white faces and under its white eyebrows.
Deep in the pupils, a dark fire leaps slowly.
It's the prisoner.
Prison walked in big strides and stopped not far from the tombstone.
The pink bride sat motionlessly on the treetops, under the cheesy chees, her voice came from: What's going on?
Prison said coldly: Those three living people have already met "Xi".
I already know Pei Ling's location roughly.
The pink bride said calmly: Something happened during the day today.
I have now mastered Pei Ling's position.
Prison shook his head slightly and said: Right now, position is not the most important.
Most importantly, the three living people were all in a tough battle.
In the struggle between the same realm, "Xi" could not stop those three people.
Therefore, the current cultivation level of "Xi" is likely to have recovered to the transformation of God.
Transforming God?
The red pink bride on the branch frowned. After a moment of silence, she asked: What is the situation in Pei Ling's territory?
Prison said slowly: The territory is not clear yet.
But now, our cultivation strength is too far behind.
This is very unfavorable to our situation!
The red pink bride nodded and then said: Then what do you think should be done now?
Prison said in a deep voice: Now, we know that Pei Ling's cultivation has recovered to at least transform into a god.
Pei Ling must have known that we only have the Nascent Soul now.
No surprise.
Pei Ling will definitely go all out to search for our location next.
However, the three living people searched for Pei Ling's trace for half a year.
On Pei Ling's side, even if his cultivation has returned to a higher level, it should take some time to find us.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, we must prepare in advance.
At least, you must restore your cultivation to the transformation of gods.
Upon hearing this, the red pink bride immediately said: Tell the entire territory.
From tonight, sacrifices will be made every day.
The offering cannot be stopped.
Prison nodded: I understand!
********************
The wilderness.
On the side of the lonely grave, Pei Ling sat cross-legged on the tombstone, silent and silent.
Since he had just sent a message to Zhi, he had been sitting here for a long time.
At this moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards the geese back to the valley.
There have been some time since the battle, and the outcome has not been decided yet...
The cultivation of that "prisoner" was at most a god-turning spirit, and he did not recover to the point of returning to the emptiness.
Now, just wait for the news from Senior Sister Li...
Thinking of this, Pei Ling nodded slightly.
If he immediately descends to Yan Huigu and works with Xi, he will definitely be able to kill the prisoner directly on the spot.
However, this makes no sense anymore.
As long as Senior Sister Li succeeds, the result will be the same!
Moreover, he is the only one guarding the tombstone now, but he cannot leave no matter what.
The more critical the moment, the less you should not be careless!
So Pei Ling closed his eyes again and sat quietly. The cemetery was cold and quiet, as if dead.
Zhong Kui Yuetchi's body moved little by little towards the basin.
The blood in the basin was pouring more and more, and soon it was like a fountain, flowing through the basin, over the square table, and flowing towards the ground along the legs of the square table.
In the blood, vague pieces of flesh and blood gradually emerged, and their parts gave people a subtle sense of familiarity.
Zhong Kui Yueji suddenly realized that there was a corpse that was forcibly stuffed into the basin after being smashed.
The smell of blood just now came from this corpse.
This is the sacrifice of the gods in the temple!
In an instant, a strong premonition arose in Kui Yuetaka's heart, as if as long as he was pulled into the furnace, he would replace the corpse and become a fresh offering!
At this time, Kui Yuetchi's body was already unstable and planted in the pot.
Suddenly, all the arms that were holding him were back on a layer of dazzling light gold, as if they were covered with a thin layer of spring rays.
All arms stopped instantly and stopped moving.
Finally, a powerful and majestic aura suddenly burst out from Kui Yuetchi's body. The arms of many ghosts were like snow meeting the sun, and they disappeared in an instant!
Without these pulls, Kui Yueji finally stood firm again.
Step, step, step...
In the darkness, strange-shaped ghosts walked out, and the corpses in the basin also grabbed the edge of the basin with their hands and pulled themselves out. The cold and treacherous look at the end of the day.
The blood had soaked the entire ground and was constantly rising, as if it was about to overthrow the entire temple.
********************
The irritation of the wind light kept shaking.
Under the erratic light, a blue shirt floated in.
His figure was tall and his sword was lingering, and his entire aura was almost integrated with the long sword behind him.
Ning Wuye walked into the temple and stood behind the threshold. He was slightly stunned. He seemed to have ignored something?
and……
He looked around and frowned immediately, wondering why he ran to such a strange place alone?
After hesitating for a moment, Ning Wuye walked into the screen wall.
The blank screen wall, the simple round tripod, the beams and pillars without any decoration or carving, steps... Ning Wuye finally pushed open the empty door of the main house and walked into the main room where the statue of the gods was enshrined.
Although the statue in front of me is not big in temple, the incense is very strong...
However, these offerings seem unusual... But in the Yousu Tomb, any strange thing is possible...
Ning Wuye walked to the square table where the offerings were placed, looked at the shrine on the top, and looked at the look of doubt on his face.
He always felt that this statue of god... seemed to be something wrong?
At this time, the statue, which was originally painted like a clay body, suddenly opened its red eyes.
The evil spirit surged into the sky, and the statue of the god took action and grabbed Ning Wuye.
boom!!
********************
Dead trees and lonely monuments.
The mud in front of the tomb was still squirming, but the crowd of sacrifices had already dispersed in fear.
In a moment, the mud completely swallowed the last sacrifice and recovered as before.
The sedan chair originally floating in the air disappeared, and a red pink bride wearing a big red wedding robe and a wedding paper covering her head appeared on the branches of the dead tree, stretching lazily.
Xipa was raised to her chest, unable to see her expression clearly.
The complex skirts winding among the branches were blown by the wind, like an old tree that suddenly bloomed with bright flowers.
A pair of delicate embroidered shoes appeared and faintly in the layers of skirts. The tip of the shoe pom pom is as color as blood, little by little, as if it is about to drip.
In the lush grass, the blood stains had already dried up and turned into mottled crimson.
The low-grade talisman flying sword behind Lin Feng was originally carried by Lin Feng, and it was inserted into the ground with a slanted edge. The sword body like autumn water trembled slightly.
At this time, a pure white figure came from a distance.
It looks like a human, wearing a white robe, walking in the wind, floating and flying, but looking carefully, there are two parallel eyes on each of its snow-white faces and under its white eyebrows.
Deep in the pupils, a dark fire leaps slowly.
It's the prisoner.
Prison walked in big strides and stopped not far from the tombstone.
The pink bride sat motionlessly on the treetops, under the cheesy chees, her voice came from: What's going on?
Prison said coldly: Those three living people have already met "Xi".
I already know Pei Ling's location roughly.
The pink bride said calmly: Something happened during the day today.
I have now mastered Pei Ling's position.
Prison shook his head slightly and said: Right now, position is not the most important.
Most importantly, the three living people were all in a tough battle.
In the struggle between the same realm, "Xi" could not stop those three people.
Therefore, the current cultivation level of "Xi" is likely to have recovered to the transformation of God.
Transforming God?
The red pink bride on the branch frowned. After a moment of silence, she asked: What is the situation in Pei Ling's territory?
Prison said slowly: The territory is not clear yet.
But now, our cultivation strength is too far behind.
This is very unfavorable to our situation!
The red pink bride nodded and then said: Then what do you think should be done now?
Prison said in a deep voice: Now, we know that Pei Ling's cultivation has recovered to at least transform into a god.
Pei Ling must have known that we only have the Nascent Soul now.
No surprise.
Pei Ling will definitely go all out to search for our location next.
However, the three living people searched for Pei Ling's trace for half a year.
On Pei Ling's side, even if his cultivation has returned to a higher level, it should take some time to find us.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, we must prepare in advance.
At least, you must restore your cultivation to the transformation of gods.
Upon hearing this, the red pink bride immediately said: Tell the entire territory.
From tonight, sacrifices will be made every day.
The offering cannot be stopped.
Prison nodded: I understand!
********************
The wilderness.
On the side of the lonely grave, Pei Ling sat cross-legged on the tombstone, silent and silent.
Since he had just sent a message to Zhi, he had been sitting here for a long time.
At this moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards the geese back to the valley.
There have been some time since the battle, and the outcome has not been decided yet...
The cultivation of that "prisoner" was at most a god-turning spirit, and he did not recover to the point of returning to the emptiness.
Now, just wait for the news from Senior Sister Li...
Thinking of this, Pei Ling nodded slightly.
If he immediately descends to Yan Huigu and works with Xi, he will definitely be able to kill the prisoner directly on the spot.
However, this makes no sense anymore.
As long as Senior Sister Li succeeds, the result will be the same!
Moreover, he is the only one guarding the tombstone now, but he cannot leave no matter what.
The more critical the moment, the less you should not be careless!
So Pei Ling closed his eyes again and sat quietly. The cemetery was cold and quiet, as if dead.
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