Chapter 152: Blood Sacrifice

"Hmm! The war soul arena is a self-contained space. There is no cultivation to break through the void. You can't break this barrier. You'd better save your energy. Get out of here. Beiming's ancestor said negatively that he stepped on a few steps, only dozens of feet away from the crowd, as if he was laughing and provocative.

When Han Wangsun saw the ancestor of Beiming coming up, his heart was slightly shocked. There seemed to be a sense of danger. He immediately stopped Zhuo Ran's anger and looked at the other party for a moment, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

"What a big tone, how dare you talk to me like this!"

"The soul of war arena, what is it? What else do you know? Tell me quickly!"

"Since you know the situation inside, it's up to you to open the light curtain, be our pioneer, get some good things, and maybe you can share some."

There was a lot of discussion in the crowd. Everyone had been attacking this light curtain for three days. They had been angry for a long time. A grumpy person even flew out of his big hand, pinched a few magic formulas, turned out a few virtual shadows, and grabbed it through the air.

"When the soul changes, he dares to be presumptuous in front of his ancestors and look for death!" The ancestor of Beiming shouted, and a black gas rose to the sky. He immediately wrapped the virtual shadows around them, which were destroyed in an instant. The rest of the situation was not bad, and he covered the master of the divine soul realm.

Boom!

The black gas dissipated, and the soul master had no bones and was melted cleanly. Even the soul did not escape. The black gas rolled back and disappeared into the body of the Northern Ming ancestor.

Mana power, in this independent space, everyone's mana is suppressed, and this person is not hindered at all. He exerts his mana at will. Several people next to him are shocked and quickly disperse.

The cold king and grandson and other five masters of the soul also shrank. This man's cultivation is also in the second turn of the soul, but his mana is not suppressed, and the power is different from the world. Even if the five people work together, the chance of winning is not great.

"Huh! It's just a master of the soul. A group of ants in the physical state also dare to point to the secret collection of my seven kills. In the sneer of Beiming Laozu, he continued to take action, and his fingers were flicked. Dozens of black light scattered from his fingertips, and every black light was directed at a martial artist who was a master of refining god.

There is no doubt about the result of mana to the true qi, and the gap in the realm is even more insurmountable. Wrapped by the black light, dozens of people screamed, all turned into black smoke. As soon as the ancestor of Beiming held his hand, all the black smoke was swept into the palm of his hand, and his face showed satisfaction.

This change is extremely fast. Han Wangsun and other soul masters are not even in a hurry to save them, and all the physical warriors have been killed.

Taking the martial arts's flesh as food and increasing cultivation is already the most ferocious magic means. It is definitely the public enemy of the monks. Everyone is killed. However, at this time, the rest of the soul masters are a little cold in their hearts. No one is sure to escape the other party's mana strangulation. They can't help but gather together and breathe together. Be on this. People, even the five masters of the two-turned souls dare not be strong.

"Who are you?" Han Wangsun asked in a low voice that the other party's cultivation was not as good as his own, but his means were fierce, and he was also able to exert mana and occupy the convenience of the land, which was no longer his own hostility.

"Hey hey, you don't need to know who I am, and I won't tell you. I don't want to be besieged and almost fall again. However, don't worry, I won't take action against you for the time being." The ancestor of Beiming said with a smile.

The cold king and grandson are on guard. The reason why the other party can't take action is that he is not sure to deal with everyone. Now there are 15 soul masters in the second level. In addition to the five masters of wandering around the world, there are also ten masters of the soul. This power is combined together. It can't be underestimated.

"Your Excellency is also here for the secret treasure of the Seven Kills. Since you have done it sooner or later, instead of worrying about your sneak attack, it's better to win or lose first." The speaker is also a master of wandering around the world. He is a middle-aged man named Xu Wenting. He is dressed in a Confucian shirt and has a magnificent spirit on his head. He is obviously a master of Confucianism. Confucianism and Taoism hates the devil, especially this kind of demon who eats the flesh and blood of monks. There is nothing to say. Kill one by one.

"Well, that's right. Here, our mana is suppressed. One-on-one, none of us is your opponent. How can we coexist with you and kill him together?" Another master who travels around the world speaks. This person's name is Wang Yuping. He has a long sword of the best magic weapon in his hand. The sword is uncertain, and he will kill it at any time.

"I want to kill me together, hey hey, can you do it? In the immortalized divine spirit here, your magic power has been suppressed by 90%, and the remaining point is even difficult to protect yourself, and you still want to kill me."

In the sneer of the ancestor of Beiming, his body moved, divided into countless black smoke, disappeared into the void, dissipated invisibly, and instantly condensed together, and turned into a human form again: "The true power of my virtual sky has been cultivated to a great success. Even a master with a higher level higher than me can't kill me. How can you be? Dare to say something crazy."

"Wait a minute!" Han Wangsun hurriedly reached out and blocked Xu Wenting and Wang Yuping.

He saw the wonderfulness of this set of skills at a glance. His body can be transformed into thousands. Unless there is a way to block the surrounding void, he will never be killed, and this set of skills is used for sneak attacks. There is no way for them to stop it.

If outside, more than a dozen people arrange arrays to block the void, it is possible to deal with this person or even kill him. However, in this place, there is the suppression of immortalized divine spirit, and many means cannot be used and cannot be countered at all.

Xu Wenting and Wang Yuping naturally saw that this set of skills was extraordinary. Even if everyone joined hands, they could not kill the other party, and if the other party attacked, the whole army might be destroyed, so they were silent.

"Since you have the ability to kill us, why don't you kill us directly? You must also have some concerns." Han Wangsun said slowly.

"Considerations, hey hey, there are some. It's just a little more price to kill you, and I also hope you can help me enter the fourth layer of space. I don't hide it. This third floor is a place of execution from ancient times, called the Soul of War Arena. If you want to pass, you must defeat seven peers. Even higher-level opponents can open another door of time and space. If there are seven masters of traveling around the world, I can have a try, but unfortunately, there are too few people here. The tone of the ancestor of Beiming seems to be a little unsatisfied.

Han Wangsun's face turned cold. He thought of something in an instant and said harshly, "Did you make the treasure map?"

"You know it's fast, but it's too late. Greedness wears people's hearts. The treasure of these seven killings is not so easy to take." The ancestor of Beiming said.

Han Wangsun's face changed several times. Although he finally resisted and did not take action: "Defeat seven masters of the same level, do you want us to help you open the way?"

"You think it's beautiful. Help me open the way. Wouldn't that be my treasure?" Beiming Laozu sneered.

"Your method is..." Han Wangsun asked.

"Blood sacrifice!" The ancestor of Beiming said gloomyly.

As soon as the two words

came out, everyone was immediately furious. They each took out their own magic weapons and were about to fight with the other party to the death.

"Ha ha, Taoist friends, don't worry. I haven't finished my words yet." Beiming Laozu smiled, turned his palm down, pressed it gently, and his breath was released.

Everyone felt that the air was suffocated and they couldn't help retreating half a step. At that moment, they even felt the trembling of the soul. Fortunately, the other party just closed at a touch and did not enter, but everyone's hearts were even more uncertain, and their hands slowed down and wanted to hear what the other party said.

"This soul arena is actually another space. If you want to break the space, you must at least invite the master of your schools. However, I have another method, which is blood sacrifice. However, the blood sacrifice I mentioned is not to sacrifice you. All the dead warrior souls or spirits and flesh and blood on this second floor have been collected by me. Sacrifice these souls, flesh and blood, and the power obtained is enough. Beiming Laozu said slowly.

It doesn't matter. They hang high. Anyway, those martial artists are dead. As for how the flesh and blood will be dealt with, the people present don't care much. They only care about how they can escape and even get what benefits they can get.

"How to sacrifice blood?" Han Wangsun said in a low voice.

"It's very simple. This soul of war arena can only accommodate two people. Unless one party dies, the arena channel will be opened again. I refined seven blood beads with those flesh and blood souls, which need to be brought in by seven people separately. With the power of the seven blood beads, the void channel can naturally be opened." The ancestor of Beiming said.

"When two people enter, only one can survive. Doesn't it take seven people to die?" Someone shouted immediately.

"Yes, it's just that seven people are going to die. Now the most powerful person in the war soul arena is called Chu Xingjun, right? Unfortunately, he is a master of soul rotation. No matter how many ants are killed, he can't enter the fourth floor. As soon as the opening time comes, he will still be thrown out." The ancestor of Beiming said.

"Can we go out as soon as the time is up?" Suddenly, someone said.

"Yes, the place of inheritance has been opened for a total of seven, seven or forty-nine days. If you can survive the murderous refining god here and don't fall into the magic road, you can naturally go out. This is also a glimmer of life for you. As long as you contribute seven people, the rest of the people can leave alive." Beiming Laozu said coldly.