"Fuck your mother!"
Before the others could answer, Taoist Tianhe first swears, "Do you think I'm scared of you?"
Chang Wu caresses her palms:
"Extremely extreme, you want me to hand him over as soon as you touch your mouth, it's a good plan."
Qi Sha was not annoyed at all, he just played with a handful of gold liquid over and over again:
"Whether the abacus is good or not depends on the ability."
"Everyone has entered the urn now, don't you still have the dream of sitting down and discussing in a friendly manner?"
At this time, the main hall has changed drastically.
The blood mist filled every space except the altar, and the effectiveness of the blood mist was confirmed almost instantly.
The big monks showed their special abilities to avoid the blood mist.
But the blood mist is like a blood-sucking worm that is everywhere, and it can't be shaken off even if it gets a little bit of it.
Everyone gathered on the altar, Zheng Wan was lifted out of the formation by Cui Wang, and stood together with the others in the Brahma formation set up by Daoist Jingsu.
"This formation won't last long."
Daoist Jingsu looked solemn, "This fog is really unheard of, never seen before."
"Amitabha."
Cheng Xin clasped his hands together, "The poor monk smelled the turbid air of thousands of wronged souls."
Zheng Wan's face was pale, and since everyone gathered around the altar, her heart began to "thump, bang, bang" -
It was as if someone had thrown a fire into it, and it made her feel hot and painful, making her restless.
She used to think that after practicing the Tao, her angina would heal without medicine; now it seems that the situation is just not tense enough.
"When the mortal emperor hunts, he will first ask his soldiers to hunt all the prey to one place, and then shoot them to death one by one."
Zheng Wan spoke suddenly, her larynx had just healed, her voice was still hoarse, and when it reverberated in the hall, it scratched people's ears.
"We are now the prey of being besieged to the altar. He will not let us go."
She pointed to the groove:
"The gold liquid is not completely full yet."
Everyone looked in the direction she pointed, and they saw that the golden liquid was still a little short before it could completely fill the groove.
But just now, all of their attention was attracted to the blood mist, but they didn't pay attention to this detail.
"My daughter's family is careful."
Taoist Tianhe glanced at her appreciatively, "If you want to fill this liquid with gold, I'm afraid two or three people will die, you—"
His copper-bell-sized eyes rolled around, "—who wants to?"
Naturally, no one wants to.
If the victim is someone else, and it has nothing to do with him, there is no other choice, these people will probably just push that person out—
But if there is a possibility of endangering oneself, then no one will.
"We should not be fooled by him, this thief is trying to drive a wedge between us and let me fight in the nest."
"Wonderful, as expected of the woman I once set my eyes on." Qi Sha clapped his hands, "With one word, the crisis was resolved."
"Unfortunately, this is only the first hurdle. Once that person makes a move himself, I'm afraid none of you will be left alive."
"Who is that person?"
None of the monks present were stupid.
At this point in the matter, everyone understands that in the Great Sun Immortal Sect, it is obvious that there is a Hongmen banquet arranged in advance, but they don't know...
Who is behind the scenes.
"Is it... Lord Xing?"
Someone remembered the name that those cultivators of the evil alliance yelled frantically when they sacrificed themselves.
"Xing Jun?" Daoist Jing Su was taken aback, "The one who ordered you was a Xing Jun?"
In the history of Xuancang Realm, there are very few people who can be called star kings.
Star Lord Douluo, the highest honor of the lineage of divination.
And Taoist Lord Jingsu can only be called a Taoist Lord. To be called a Star Lord, first of all, one must cultivate to the Void Returning Realm—
Moreover, it has to be ten hexagrams and nine times accurate.
What is the concept of ten hexagrams and nine accuracy
That's almost prophetic - this is the realm of the immortals.
Most of the lines of divination are short-lived, there are not many high-level monks, and it is extremely rare to cultivate to the level of returning to the void. The line of Beimianmen has been passed down for thousands of years, and there are only two star kings .
One is the Founding Patriarch, and the other... is Ziwei Xingjun who disappeared halfway.
"Senior Ziwei?"
Daoist Jingsu made a hexagram on the spot, but the tortoise shell was thrown into the air, and was turned into powder by a force of the five elements.
His complexion changed drastically, and his fingers began to tremble:
"Death... against the sky... it's Senior Ziwei, what is he going to do? No, no, if Senior Ziwei hadn't ascended to immortality, his lifespan at this time... would have been longer."
It's time to die and ascend to bliss.
Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.
Among the great monks present, the oldest one was Daoist Mingguang of the Guixu Sect. He will be 18,000 years old.
Daoist Ziwei didn't write much in the historical records, but he only did two things, which have been remembered until now.
One is to be promoted to the Void Realm with a life-threatening body.
For those who have lost their lives, the road construction is more rugged than ordinary people, but the ruggedness also means encounters. If the heart is determined, the promotion will be faster than ordinary people.
Second, when he was in Wuwang Realm, he had predicted that the birth of the Great Sun Immortal Sect, time and place, were all right.
As for the last one, only the core figures of Zhengmeng knew about it.
Before his disappearance, Daoist Ziwei predicted that after 50,000 years, a true child of destiny would appear in Xuancang Realm.
This son inherits the luck of the heavens, and his luck is amazing. It's just that he has been tempered and arduous in the early years, but he will soar into the sky after the age of twelve.
With this son here, the Prosperity of Xuan Cang Realm can be expected—
And the Son of Destiny did appear fifty thousand years later: that is, the Liwei Taoist Lord of Guixu Sect.
They are allied with these core great monks, paying attention to this son of destiny from time to time, escorting him secretly all the way, for fear that something will break this son of destiny who will bring prosperity to the Xuancang world.
Now, it is Ziwei Xingjun who left the prophecy, wanting the life of this son of destiny
"What the hell is going on here?! Senior Ziwei, what does he, what does he intend to do?"
Dao-jun Jingsu couldn't figure it out.
Qisha sneered and laughed:
"Isn't that obvious?"
"Oh, the second level—here we come."
Following Qisha's banter, the golden liquid that was still motionless just now began to bubble.
The bubbles flew up little by little, merging with the blood mist in the air, and gradually, melting out...
Bloody people.
"Is it those evil cultivators who sacrificed themselves just now?"
There are sharp-eyed people who recognize it.
Those monsters made of blood mist skin and gold liquid, like mortal soldiers attacking the wall, lined up neatly, climbed up the stairs, and then punched one after another—
"Boom"
"Boom"
It hit this seemingly unbreakable formation.
In less than a dozen breaths, the eighth-level Brahma formation set up by the dignified monks in the Miaofa Realm of Beimianmen was blasted out of a dense circle of large holes.
"Not good, spread out!"
Tianhe scolded angrily, drew his sword and went up.
Unexpectedly, this time, Cui Wang stopped him, he held Zheng Wan in one hand, and stepped into the air with Master in the other, only that place, there was no blood monster.
"Don't use weapons!"
But it was too late.
Chang Wu Daojun slashed down with his sword, "Puff", the bloody man who looked majestic just now burst open.
The golden liquid splashed like a goddess scattering flowers, splashing everywhere.
The clever ones have already flashed away.
But still two people got involved.
Daoist Chang Wu was splashed all over his head and face by surprise, and countless small holes were corroded in the Yuanli shield. After a while, a heroic monk was melted into a puddle of liquid.
And even faster, the pool of liquid was wrapped in blood mist and stood up again, becoming a monster in the shape of "Chang Wu".
Another unlucky person is Daoist Jingsu who has been a little stunned since he guessed "Ziwei Xingjun".
The old monk with white hair and white beard wanted to grab Chang Wu, but when he did, a little gold liquid was stained on his wrist.
"... The old man has been divination for others all his life, but he is the only one who can't predict himself... So the divination when I went out is the divination of death..."
The golden liquid melts the bones.
"Well Su!"
"Well Su!"
Several big monks called out in succession.
Daoist Jingsu has a high prestige in the Xuancang Realm. He has always been a good man with a kind temper. Among the people present, which ones have not received his benefits
Sky Crane's eyes are red:
"This, this damn—"
Zheng Wan watched silently.
She doesn't have much friendship with this old monk, but she still remembers the olive branch he first offered her when she first entered the mountain gate:
"This girl, do you want to enter my Beimian Gate?"
She refused, and he was not angry.
Such a person died here so silently.
Chang Wu, Shu Yu...
Including those cultivators who have been brainwashed.
And all of this is just for one person's ambition.
On the other side, Cui Wang, in just a dozen or so breaths, used his sword energy to turn into a rope, and surrounded several great monks and stood in the air together.
Qisha stood in the crowd of blood men and clapped his hands:
"The formation is complete."
The blood flowed back, and the gurgling golden liquid flowed into the groove again, and the golden liquid—
full.
The golden light and blood blended together, and the grooves closed to form a huge compass. With the altar as the center, the compass began to rotate at a high speed.
"Boom—"
The sky of the dome is closed.
In the center of the altar, the sarcophagus was erected.
Qisha looked regretful:
"You probably forgot that Ziwei Xingjun has never left a plan."
He stood on the ground and looked up at Cui Wang in the sky:
"Mr. Li Wei, do you still want to hide behind like a turtle?"
In a short period of time, Cui Wang has woven a "spider web" in midair with the rope of sword energy. Everyone stands on this spider web, looking down from top to bottom.
He pushed everyone away:
"What do you want?"
"Into the sarcophagus."
Seven kills narrowed his eyes, his gaze passed through the crowd, and finally fell on Zheng Wan in the middle, "I can assure you that everyone else will be let go, including your master and this...beauty."
"Don't go."
Zheng Wan grabbed Cui Wang's sleeve all of a sudden, "Cui Wang, there must be other ways, you are not allowed to go."
She thought of that dream.
Cui Wang lay unconscious in the sarcophagus, and his blood became his funeral.
Zheng Wan didn't expect that when she tried her best to come in, she finally got here step by step watching the matter.
The big hand behind the manipulation of fate is too powerful, making it impossible for people to find a way to break the situation.
"Hey, what's the matter with you girl doll?"
Daoist Lu Yan stood up, "Just step into the sarcophagus, life and death are still unknown, and you can save other people, why not?"
"You think so too?"
Zheng Wan looked at the others.
"Of course not. Girl, don't worry, people need face, trees need bark, we must be with Taoist Li Wei!"
"Yes, yes, if there is no Daoist Liwei, I would have become a monster long ago."
It is gratifying that only Lord Lu Yan expressed his approval for Cui Wangjin's sarcophagus.
"Wan Wan," Cui Wang brushed Zheng Wan's hand away, "If the stalemate continues, it will not be good for the matter."
"It's just an old man who hides behind his back and pretends to be a ghost." He said lightly, "What is there to be afraid of?"
"Besides, if I don't go, how can I catch him?"
"Cui Wang!"
Just when Zheng Wan was about to take out a dagger and threaten him not to go, Cui Wang came over via voice transmission:
"Wan Wan, I already have a countermeasure, but you, you must be careful when you are outside, and you must follow Master to protect yourself."
Zheng Wan knew that he would not change his mind again.
This man has a very stubborn temper, once he made up his mind, eight horses would not be able to pull him back.
She doesn't know how to pass the sound into the secret, and only raises her voice:
"Remember, my life depends entirely on you. If you die, so will I."
Perhaps the existence of love Gu is too shallow recently, before...
In the encounter with Granny Jin, I actually forgot that the love voodoo has not been solved yet, it's just that the mother voodoo can no longer suppress the child voodoo and loses the effect of making people dizzy.
Zheng Wan wanted to remind Cui Wang to take care, but he made a trick, and a white butterfly suddenly released from his palm.
Feather butterfly wandered around and lightly landed on Zheng Wan's head.
Zheng Wan only felt her heart tugging and loosening, as if something that had been imprisoning her had been released.
A little light, a little empty, and a little... unspeakable panic.
She looked at Cui Wang blankly.
"The love gu has been resolved, each has no worries, you... and rest assured."
Cui Wang took a deep look at her, turned around and walked towards the sarcophagus step by step.
These words are no less than punishing one's heart!
Zheng Wan grabbed the dagger tightly, and a chill and anger rose from the soles of her feet:
He... didn't even believe her!
Don't believe that she is willing to live and die with him, misinterpreting her words as not wanting to die with him
"Cui Wang, you, you bastard!"
Zheng Wan's eyes were red.
Bloodshot eyes fixed on Cui Wang's blood-stained white robe.
Cui Wang turned around, and he lay down quietly in the sarcophagus, with a pair of dark eyes as deep as the sea of stars, when looking at her through the crowd, it was rare to bend.
"clang clang—"
The inverted sarcophagus, closed.
Zheng Wan's heart also seemed to be buried in the dark underground.
She thought, when he came out safely, she must, must scold him severely, scold him for not trusting her, scold him for getting rid of the poison at this juncture, let him hang out for a month, then kiss him, and reconcile with him.
The awkward time must not be too long.
One month at most, one month would be fine.
Seven kills over there lazily leaned against the sarcophagus:
"Sit down, sit down."
"Ghosts can sit still!"
Tianhe didn't stop him at the time, but now his guts are full of regret, "What is the purpose of my little apprentice going in?"
"A tortoise bastard has lived too long. God doesn't like him. Of course he needs to find a talisman."
Seven kills shrugged, "You guys are also stupid for raising the amulet for him for so long."
"Then how do I get out?"
Lu Yan interjected.
"You want to go out?" Seven kills glanced at him, the corner of his mouth twitched, his evil nature overflowing, "Okay, I will send you out now."
With a wave of his hand, Daoist Lu Yan, who had stayed well on the sword energy net, floated out like a kite and hit the altar with precision.
"Pffff—"
The head of a majestic great cultivator of the Wonderful Law Realm is as rotten as a limp melon.
The blood flowed to the sarcophagus and was sucked in by the sarcophagus without leaking.
"you-"
Although I can't get used to deer's disgust, I can't help but feel sad when the rabbit dies and the fox dies.
Others clenched their magic weapons tightly, as if they were facing a big enemy:
"What do you mean? Didn't you say that Li Wei would release people after entering the sarcophagus?"
"Oh, this gentleman and him, this is an old grudge."
Qi Sha turned Zheng Wan's eyes away, "His former daughter was crying so annoyingly."
"..."
This kind of evil cultivator with unstable minds, when the situation is not clear, it is better not to provoke them.
Zheng Wan settled down:
"Dao-jun, do you mean to release people after the victory or defeat in the sarcophagus appears?"
"Correct, beauty is cleverness."
Qi Kill looked at her, regretfully said, "Although 99% of the people who come out are that person, but that person has no interest in other people's lives, it doesn't matter if he lets it go, it's just you..."
"Beauty, how about I send you out first? After you get out, you can hide as far as you want, don't get caught."
"Don't go."
Zheng Wan shut her mouth tightly.
She must show Cui Wang, she is willing.
She will.