Chapter 29 Sacrifice to God

Kowloon narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at these people, looking arrogant and arrogant, arrogant, arrogant and domineering. Jiulong snorted coldly in his heart. If it hadn't been for the fear of chaos, he really wanted to kill them here and let these low-sighted guys know what could be bullied and what. He doesn't even dare to look at it!

Kowloon gently turned his head and looked at a warrior beside him. With a relaxed expression, a sharp sharp light shot out. With a bang, the warrior staggered and fell off his horseback. The warrior stumbled forward. Before he took three steps, he lay on the ground again with a plop. He raised his head with difficulty. All my lords, please inform Zong Lao, this old man..."

"Hmm!" The leading general looked at it and didn't get angry. "Damn bitch, stumbling, what's the point? I'll kill you!"

As he spoke, the general's knife fell and was about to split on the man's head. At this time, a sharp golden light suddenly burst out. With a click, the machete in the man's hand instantly turned into ashes, and there was no iron residue left.

Jiulong collapsed the horse and looked down quietly. An angry voice came from him: "I repeat, go and inform your patriarch, otherwise, there is no need to exist here!"

"You!" The general was stunned. He looked at his empty palm, and then at the warrior lying in front of him. His face changed sharply. He looked at Jiulong in fear and quickly ordered, "You all wait here. I'll inform Zong Lao!"

"Yes!" Other warriors responded quickly, but they no longer dared to look directly at Kowloon. The sharp golden light was so horrible that they destroyed the steel knife cast in an instant. What a great power it would be. If the golden light fell on people's necks, they would not even have a head.

Kowloon gently urged the war horse, turned a blind eye to these people, and walked over as if no one else, and many warriors obediently made way for Kowloon. As Kowloon walked, he looked at everything here, and his strong spiritual power explored everywhere. Although everything here was vast, he could not escape the spirit of Kowloon.

After a while, the footsteps of sand came. An old man in a robe and embroidered with a skull on his chest went straight to Kowloon. Kowloon grabbed the war horse and waited quietly. His spirit enveloped the old man. He turned out to be a seven-level warrior. When he saw the skull on the old man's chest, his heart thumped. What's the matter? Is the god they worship a skull? Involuntarily, he thought of Barron.

"Your Excellency!" The old man came to Jiulong and bowed deeply to Jiulong with a very devout attitude, "The Sahal clan pays homage to the lord!"

"Sahal clan!" Hearing this, Jiulong thought for a moment and asked, "What about the others? Are you the only seven-level martial artist who looks down on me as an outsider?"

"Your Excellency, please calm down. There is a reason for what happened. Please forgive me!" The old man quickly apologized.

"What happened for a reason? It's still important to get your life back!" Kowloon looked down at the old man, gently turned his sword and made a cruel look.

"Your Excellency, we are sacrificing to the gods in the sect. The elders are all in the shrine and are not allowed to leave. Please forgive our Sahal clan!" The old man looked at Jiulong in embarrassment, with a begging look.

"Oh?" Hearing this, Jiulong raised his eyebrows, glanced at the skull on the old man's chest, and said in a low voice, "So it's better to come early than to come by chance. I'll also go to see your god!"

The old man looked at Jiulong in an embarrassment and seemed to be thinking about it. Then he broadened his eyebrows, shook his sleeves and said slowly, "Since the adult also has this intention, it's better to obey your orders. Please!"

"Good!" Jiulong jumped off the horse and took the lead. The old man quickly followed and turned a few turns. Jiulong gently stroked his forehead, because his forehead began to heat up again. Then he realized that it was really these ghosts. Jiulong accelerated his pace and went straight to the hall.

This shrine is built very special. From afar, it looks like a crawling skull. At this moment, Jiulong has concluded that there must be an unspeakable secret in the shrine. After brushing it, he stepped on the Wild Horse and rushed to the shrine. When he reached the door of the shrine, Kowloon stopped, because A cruel picture was reflected in his mind. There was a skull statue on the table. There was no sacrificial objects such as ox head fruit on the table, but a pair of children and girls.

Jiulong slowly turned around, looked at the old man, and asked fiercely, "How often do you carry out such a sacrifice?"

The old man bowed slightly, with a trace of helpless sadness on his face, and his voice trembled a little. He quickly said, "If you return to the adult's words, there will be a small sacrifice every night and a large sacrifice every ten days!"

"How many boys and girls are needed for large-scale sacrifices!" Hearing this, Jiulong's heart skipped and asked again.

"Ten pairs!" The old man lowered his head deeply.

"Ten pairs?" Jiulong muttered softly, roaring--, the strong true air suddenly broke out, choking, and the sword came out of its sheath. In an instant, it alluded the sky, a knife light, a sword spirit, directly cracked down, and the huge roof was directly split in half, with a crash, and scattered.

Those elders knelt quietly on the ground and suddenly saw the change, which made them at a loss. They thought it was the manifestation of the gods. They quickly touched their heads on the ground, like cicadas, and listened to the oracle.

Kowloon didn't think about it. The dragon sword shook again. The huge blade rose to the sky and directly cut the skull on the table. With a click, the huge skull broke in response. At this moment, the abnormality suddenly appeared. A white light flashed in the huge skull, and a white skeleton shelf jumped up with a loud, straight Coming to Kowloon.

"What a bold ghost!" Jiulong shouted, and a sharp breath suddenly burst out. He wanted to devour the ghost alive and avenge the countless dead boys and girls.

"Ga! Ga! Ga! Ga!" A sharp roar sounded, "I really didn't expect that someone would be so bold. In this case, it will devour your soul, and there is no need for the Saharic clan to exist!"

Brush! Jiulong didn't think about it, and a strong spiritual force suddenly applied to the virtual world. The golden dragon's golden light on Jiulong's forehead suddenly appeared, and the dragon's eyes suddenly opened, and two golden lights shot straight into the skeleton shelf.

Ah+——

The skeleton shelf fell to the ground with a plop. He looked at Jiulong in horror, and his mental fluctuation came with difficulty, "Five...Five Patriarchs, spare my life!"

"Hmm!" Jiulong also made a mental fluctuation, "You are actually here, die!"

Brush! The stronger spiritual power applied to the skeleton shelf, and only saw the skeleton shelf creaking. He tried his best to control that his fire would not be ingested. For a while, Kowloon's spiritual power was comparable to that of the skeleton shelf.

"It turned out to be the spiritual power of a ten-level magician!" Jiulong was surprised. The golden light shrouded the skeleton shelf and said fiercely that although his spiritual power had not increased after being promoted to the eighth-level martial artist, he was more condensed. The realm of practicing the spirit of qi and transforming the god was to devour infinite spiritual power, nurture the growth of the spiritual fetus, and break the cocoon into a butterfly.

Ah——

After a period of stagance, the spiritual power of the skeleton shelf is obviously consumed too much, and the virtual world of Kowloon is created by the god-level strongman Bakkel. Although he now knows nothing about the virtual world and does not know how to apply the virtual world, the virtual world has a direct use for these ghosts, and it can be source. Continuously provide spiritual strength.

Kowloon's powerful spiritual power fluttered again and directly affected the virtual world. A stronger golden light was released, and at the same time shouted, "Die!"

buzz——

The invisible spiritual fluctuation came, with a crash. The ghost skeleton shelf was scattered on the ground, and two bright bone-white flames in the skull's eyes floated. After brushing, it, it was ingested by the golden light. Jiulong only felt a vast spiritual force rushing into the virtual world, and Jiulong's soul immediately entered the virtual world. In the wide virtual world, a white flame light ball emits a strong light, evaporating the mountains, rivers and trees, rivers and lakes on the earth.

"Ga! Ga! Ga!" A fierce roar came, "This is the field of the five patriarchs Barker. You actually devoured the virtual world of the five patriarchs. In this way, I subdued this virtual world. Everything about Bakr is mine!"

Boom——

Suddenly, a golden light rummed down on the earth, and the golden sun emitted an unparalleled light. No matter where the golden light shines, the corroded earth immediately recovered.

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Jiulong's voice came from the golden sun, "Although I am only an eight-level martial artist, my spiritual strength is as vast as the sea, and I have already reached the peak of level 10. This place has been assimilated by me, and I am the master of my field!"

"Hmm!" The sharp voice sounded, "Ignorance, you think your spiritual power at the peak of ten can assimilate Barker's divine virtual world. What a delusion. This place is just transformed by you. It is still independent, ga! Ga! Ga! I don't feel Barker's breath. This virtual world is already ownerless, and it is the virtual world of my demon plane. It is of the same origin as me. As long as I devours your soul, I can become a god, juxtaposition with Barron and the suzerain!"

"Magic virtual world, change!" Suddenly, the bone-white hot sun shouted, and a white breath rippled. The mountains, rivers and land, the vegetation gradually deformed and turned into skeletons!