Chapter 189 Witchcraft Sacrifice

The ground room is more than ten miles in radius, with more than 300 people.

The two people stand side by side, with a rich and mysterious atmosphere.

Ling Sheng once fought with Xianxuan Zhenjun and knew the spirit of Xianxuan. Looking at the breath of these two people, he knew that these two people were Xianxuan, and his heart was awe of awe.

In addition to the two Xuanzhen kings, there are also nearly ten Yunang real people.

In the figure, there is an altar, which is as high as three feet and ten feet wide.

On the altar, the lamps and candles were placed on the ground, and Ling Sheng skipped a few, which coincided with 365 weeks.

In the middle of the altar, there is an old man, about 80 years old, with colorful lines on his face, a wide French dress, black and red, gray spaced.

The old man read and sang in a low voice, and the spell had inexplicable power. Ling Sheng listened carefully for a moment and immediately felt dizzy. Fortunately, he was determined and slightly recovered, and then he woke up and was on alert.

The black monkey watched him in an instant and got out of the dizziness and couldn't help admiring him.

The monkey said, "This old man is a * teacher of a tribe in southern Xinjiang. He is good at witchcraft sacrifices and is quite similar to Middle-earth warlocks. In ancient times, he came from the same source, and later he divided into two streams."

The voice fell, and the * teacher suddenly went to the acupuncture point of his chest, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and fell on a blood bowl in front of him.

*The master picked up the blood bowl, recited the curse in a low voice, and then waved it and toss the blood bowl to the ground.

The blood bowl fell to the ground and rose sharply, and in the blink of an eye, it was the size of a water tank.

A Xuanzhenjun in a yellow robe was staring at the top and said in a low voice, "Although I practice Taoism, I often see witchcraft sacrifices, but I have never seen such a mysterious one."

Huangpao Zhenjun looks like he is in his 80s, with gray hair and a slightly rickety posture, but he is full of breath, but it is very compelling.

Another Xuanzhenjun was dressed in purple and heard Huangpao Zhenjun talking. He looked at him and secretly said, "This Eastern Huangzhenjun is Xianxuanzhenjun in southern Xinjiang. He has been wandering in southern Xinjiang for many years. Although he has seen a wide range of knowledge, he has only seen those terminal techniques. How can he know the mysterious secret method of my soul refining sect? The old man on the altar is also a little blessed. When he comes to old age, he can also perform ancient witchcraft.

This Xuanzhenjun, dressed in purple, is only 40 or 50 years old, and is much younger in comparison.

"Can you see the origin of these two true kings?" Ling Sheng looked carefully and felt different. Although the two real monarchs stood side by side, their status was obviously high and low. Hundreds of disciples behind him looked at the two people, and there was also a difference in their eyes.

The black monkey said, "The one in a yellow robe is about the Xuanzhen king in southern Xinjiang. As for the purple man, his breath is secretly combined with the Taoism of the soul refining sect, and he is the Xuan elder of the soul refining sect.

"Xuan Xiejun?" Ling Sheng frowned and said, "I have always been sensitive, and I have not noticed the difference in the breath of these two people. Generally speaking, the immortal king from the immortal sect and the evil king of the demon sect are different from the ordinary real king. Why can't I see any difference?"

The black monkey whispered, "If you can cultivate a mysterious realm, your inheritance of skills must be extraordinary. Although it is not as good as any immortal or evil king, there is actually no big difference. Moreover, both of them restrain their breath. Although you are sensitive, you are only in the realm of imperial spirit, and it is difficult to detect different places. When you break into the clouds, you can feel it.

Ling Sheng nodded slightly.

At this time, the * teacher on the altar had already begun to step, walking along the light and candle lines, without any confusion.

The evil king in purple stood with his hand behind his hand and was very satisfied to see that the mage's casting spell was correct. He said, "I have also watched this witchcraft. It seems simple, but it is actually very mysterious. It is secretly involved and must be straightened out, otherwise the witchcraft will collapse. This * division was found from the Wuyun tribe in southern Xinjiang and took a lot of effort. I thought that although it was a * division, it was quite difficult to perform this witchcraft. I was already ready to wait for him to make mistakes three or five times, but I didn't expect it to be so smooth.

Huopao Zhenjun suddenly said, "It turns out that this witchcraft is not owned by the southern Xinjiang tribe, but from the soul refining sect. No wonder there is such a mysteriousness."

The evil gentleman in purple glanced at him, put his eyes on the top, and said to himself, "This man is the true king of southern Xinjiang. Although he is attached to my soul refining sect, with his cultivation of Xuan Zhenjun, he does not have much respect for me. It's really hateful."

If an ordinary Yung scattered person meets a disciple of the soul refining sect, he will bow his head. Just because of the extraordinary inheritance of the Soul Refining Sect, the imperial disciples can surpass the people of Yung, but when it comes to the mysterious realm, it is different.

Although Xianxuan Zhenjun is not as good as a noble evil king and demon king, with such skills, his inheritance is extraordinary, his knowledge is also extensive, and his fighting skills and experience are powerful. Therefore, the same realm of Xuanxuan is not much different.

Although the purple evil king is better than this yellow-robed real king, if he wants to take his life, he has to spend a lot of effort. If the yellow-robed real king wants to escape, he has to let him go.

Ling Sheng listened to the dialogue between the two Xuan people and looked at the * teacher in detail. Although he always felt that this * master's every move had a deep meaning, and there was a mystery in the mouth of the spell, he could not see the mysterious place in the mouth of the two Xuanzhenjun.

Seeing him frown, the black monkey immediately met and laughed in a low voice: "Although you rely on your sword spirit, your practice is still shallow, and it's normal that you can't see it. But it is rare for you to faintly sense the deep meaning hidden between this * teacher's hands and feet.

Bang!

The black monkey's voice just fell. On the altar, the * teacher suddenly shouted fiercely, raised his voice, opened his mouth to drink, spewed out a firelight along the torch, and burned three times around the water tank-like blood bowl.

The evil king in purple smiled and said, "It's only the last two steps, and you have to complete it."

Huangpao Zhenjun couldn't help showing some sadness and said in a low voice, "This volume is really enough for you and me to be here?"

The evil king in purple said, "If it has really shown signs before and has been learned by the people of the immortals, don't mention you and me, even if there are ten more Xuanzhen kings, it will be difficult to preserve this volume. Unless the earth immortals are in control, it is useless even if they can keep this volume in their hands."

Huangpao Zhenjun was still worried. He remembered that the talented disciples came to report and said, "It is said that the disciples came down along the road. When they came to this area, they showed their whereabouts and attracted Xianzong Xuanxianjun. Did they really show signs?"

"There were indeed some changes before." The evil king in purple shook his head and said, "But as soon as this matter comes out, except you and me, all the other real kings have gone everywhere to create noise and attract the Middle-earth immortals. This place is fine for the time being."

"Look, it's the last step."

On the altar, * only waved, and two big men with swords came to power.

This man is a man of imperial spirit, with a flowing breath, about a Middle-earth monk.

*The master took out two small blood bowls, recited two spells in his mouth, and suddenly put them into the man's eyes.

Only in an instant, *shi took back the blood bowl, poured it into the big blood bowl like a water tank, and suddenly dropped two bloody eyes.

*Although the master is old, he is as fast as a stone. Before the imperial monk reacted, his eyes had been removed. When his eyes fell into the big blood tank, the pain came, and he immediately opened his mouth and howled fiercely.

But the man with the sword had been prepared for a long time. When he shouted, he cut off the head of the imperial monk.

Ling Sheng looked solemn and said to himself, "Take out your eyes and remove your eyes. What kind of witchcraft is this?"

Black monkeys don't care much about it. In witchcraft, it is common not to remove their eyes, even peeling and cramps, and cutting meat into slices. However, from the feeling of the rock wall, there were some differences. A pair of golden pupils of the black monkey flashed through the different colors and inadvertently swept over the top.

On the altar, * Master has already removed the eyes of dozens of imperial monks.

The Middle-earth monks under the altar have died.

The evil king in purple waved his hand slightly.

Suddenly, several disciples understood, looked at each other and walked up the stage.

*The teacher buttoned the blood bowl and pulled out the eyes of the disciple.

The disciple's face was full of blood and twitching all over, but he clenched his teeth and did not scream.

Although he was from the same family, the disciple who came to power also volunteered to the stage, but the two with knives were still expressionless. One of them came forward, lowered his hand and cut off his head.

A disciple behind him dragged the body down from the altar and kicked his head off. He waited for the person in front of him to be tortured again, and he went up again to clean up the altar by the people behind him.

After clearing the altar, the disciples behind him walked forward and waited for the punishment of beheading.

The black monkey whispered, "Those who used to be monks in Middle-earth, but now these are disciples of the Soul Refining Sect."

Ling Sheng sighed secretly: "Even if you are a disciple of the same sect, do you act in the same way?"

The black monkey sneered and said, "If not, how can it be an evil sect?"

More than 100 people were killed, and the big jar of blood bowl finally filled his eyes, dripping with blood, dense piles, and extremely permeate.

* As soon as the master pulled his hands, a blood line came out of thin air, gently threw it and fell into the blood tank.

Then, * Master took off the robe, covered the blood jar, sighed, and lifted the robe after only three breaths.

The eyes full of the blood tank have disappeared.

The two Xuanzhen Jun are surprised.

Ling Sheng faintly sensed the use of this * wizard's witchcraft, and couldn't help but stare in his eyes.

*The master stretched out his hand and put the blood jar into his hand and turned it into a blood bowl.

In the blood bowl, there are two eyes, black pupils and white benevolence, which is very strange.

*The master took a deep breath and suddenly reached out to button off his eyes and trembled. Two lines of blood fell on his face. He could hardly stand, but he still poured the blood bowl in front of him and poured out two eyes.

With a soft sound, the two eyes instantly fell into the empty eyes of the * master.

*The master's eyes flashed and flashed countless light, looking at the world.

The evil king in purple said with great joy, "It's done."

After saying that, a hand was waved, and the disciples around him understood, held a roll of drawing paper, went up to the stage, and spread it out in front of * teacher.

The drawing paper was spread out, and I saw a map, which was exactly the landscape of Zhongtang Mountain.

There is a southeast-northwest direction, with up, down, left and right.

There are 300 miles in radius and 100,000 feet above and below.