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Early the next morning, Wang Lu and Ouyang Shang found the chief elder of the tribe and made a direct request
"Curse seal?"
The Great Elder was having breakfast in the tent at that time - a plate of light vegetable soup. When he heard the request from the two, he drank the vegetable soup into his nose on the spot.
"How do you know the existence of the curse seal?"
For this desert tribe, the curse seal can be regarded as an absolute secret. It is their only hope of fire now.
Wang Lu said with a smile: "Joke, let professional adventurers wander around your city for a whole day, what do you expect to be left?"
Ouyang Shang persuaded from the side: "Junior Brother Wang Lu, your statement seems a bit perverted."
"Senior brother Ouyang, what you said seems to be saying that I am not a pervert."
The Great Elder stared at Wang Lu seriously, and after a long time, he sighed: "Since you already know, that's fine. It's just that you need us to provide a spell seal to observe the devil up close? I can't accept this request."
Wang Lu said: "Afraid of taking risks and being implicated by us? Then why did you let us in?"
The Great Elder fell silent, obviously having difficulty making a decision.
Inviting these outsiders in, he was of course prepared to take risks, but... it took only one day to progress to the point where he had to face the invisible demon, which was a bit beyond his expectations.
It's a pity that Wang Lu didn't plan to give him a buffer time at all.
"It doesn't matter if you don't want to provide the spell seal, it's the same if we just run naked. According to my understanding, the invisible demon is not sensitive to creatures other than the demon race. Over the past two thousand years, the desert has also welcomed many outside visitors. Freedom, even being close to a desert oasis will not easily cause the curse. We just need to be careful not to trigger the sand poison at that time. Then this is farewell"
After saying that, Wang Lu turned around and was about to leave, but how could the First Elder let him just leave? Not to mention that the two of them are the only ray of hope that the Great Elder has seen for many years... Even if they don't care whether they live or die, if they provoke the demon and cause their curse to erupt, then the whole tribe will suffer
"...Do you want the seal? Yes, but at least give me a day to prepare."
"Does it take that long? Isn't half a day enough?"
Seeing the gloomy complexion of the Great Elder gradually turning black, Wang Lu realized that he had probably stepped on the opponent's bottom line.
"Okay, see you tomorrow then."
The next day, Wang Lu and Ouyang Shang visited again in the Great Elder's tent, but this time there were two more people in the tent besides the Great Elder. …should be around fifty and belong to the elders of the tribe.
The Great Elder's complexion was even more gloomy than last time. Seeing Wang Lu and the others coming, he snorted and said, "Then get ready to start."
Then, two people beside the great elder suddenly drew out their knives, and the cold light flickered.
Wang Lu was shocked. This elder is preparing for a day, is this what he prepared? Throwing a cup as a sign, with five hundred knives and axes lying in ambush? The question is... just with these two weak old men in front of me, are they worthy of being swordsmen
It is true that there are many geniuses in this clan. In terms of realm alone, there are twenty or thirty people with a thousand people above the Golden Core level. But in terms of actual combat power... Wang Lu alone is enough to slaughter the city more than ten times, violence is simply stupid
But at the next moment, I saw the two old men turned their blades and slashed directly at his neck, and the way they exerted their force was so strange that they actually chopped off their entire heads with one blow
Seeing the two fountains of blood soaring into the sky, Wang Lu frowned and asked Ouyang Shang: "Could it be the head lowering technique?"
"... I think you must have misunderstood, the head drop technique is not about lowering your own head"
But Ouyang Shang was not sure what the other party was thinking, so he cut off his head as soon as they met. I am afraid that there is no such a strange meeting ceremony in the world. But soon he understood the intention of the other party.
The Great Elder of the Demon Race had a gloomy expression. He stretched out his arms and gathered his strength. The spring of blood that soared into the sky was pulled by the invisible force and turned into countless streams, drawing complex figures in the air.
"...Is this a curse mark?"
Seeing this scene, no matter how dull people can realize the truth. It turned out that the curse seal of the demon clan was drawn with human head blood as the material. No wonder the Great Elder looked distressed when he asked for the curse seal earlier, and his face was also very ugly at this time.
The Great Elder manipulated Kong's head blood with exquisite mana to outline an extremely complex and exquisite pattern, and then let out a muffled grunt, and the blood pattern flickered in Kong a few times before disappearing. Ouyang Shang and Wang Lu felt their wrists warm up, and a miniature figure was printed on it.
After drawing the curse seal, the Great Elder looked very tired: "Next, do what you should do."
"I thought it was something the **** did."
After wearing the curse seal, the two of them didn't feel any difference from before. They tried to analyze the secret of the curse seal with various methods, but they could only feel a weak and mysterious power condensed in the curse seal, and analyzed it in detail. , but it is somewhat similar to garbled characters—no practical meaning.
Why the demons can avoid the perception of invisible demons through such a garbled QR code printed on the wrist, I can't understand anyway. But considering that the body of the invisible demon is still unknown, perhaps his way of perception is completely out of common sense, so I had to accept this setting for the time being.
In short, after accepting the seal of the spell, the two are ready to go to the habitat of the invisible demon—just in front of the city, a majestic and majestic temple. Tribal blood sacrifices and other ceremonies are held in the temple.
This temple made of pure white rocks is particularly eye-catching in the city full of tents and straw mats, and it stands out from the crowd. It's hard to imagine how frugal the people here are to scrape together the resources to build this temple. The influence of the invisible demon in this city is also evident. At the same time, it is easy to make people wonder: how afraid these demons are of the invisible demon, so that they waste resources to build temples.
But when you get closer, the stone murals surrounding the outer wall of the temple clearly record the indomitable fighting spirit of the demons. Each mural records a tribal compatriot who died in the struggle, even if he was just an insignificant ordinary person. For two thousand years, tens of thousands of such murals have been densely accumulated.
Perhaps when this magnificent palace was being built, the demons realized that this would be a protracted, even endless struggle, so they left enough space to record those brave martyrs. It's a pity that two thousand years have passed, and the outer wall of the magnificent palace is almost used up, and the invisible demon is still so tyrannical that people can't see the hope of relief.
Pushing open the gate of the hall, there were only a few pale-faced priests inside the gate. After seeing Wang Lu and Ouyang Shang, they nodded indifferently, and then opened the stone gate leading to a deeper place.
Along the passage behind the stone gate all the way down, the surrounding air changed from scorching hot to cold, the passage under the feet was in a spiral shape and meandering all the way down, after walking about hundreds of meters, a door appeared at the end of the passage.
There are spell marks drawn by blood all over the door, and the blood is still flowing slowly driven by the mysterious power, and reflects the light of the torches on both sides of the passage. The blood seal on the door is much more powerful than the curse seal on the wrists of Ouyang Shang and Wang Lu, and its effect is simple and clear - prevent all unauthorized people from entering the door and avoid angering the devil.
Behind the door is the altar where the desert demons hold the blood sacrifice ceremony, and it is also the closest place in the entire oasis city to the demon itself. Every once in a while, the high priest of the tribe will preside over blood sacrifices here, gathering the elderly and weak people of the tribe to sacrifice to the devil. Of course, sometimes the devil will ask for some sacrifices by name, but the scope of the request is completely random. Sometimes it is a high-ranking elder of the tribe, and sometimes it is an ordinary mortal. At this time, the tribe will be accompanied by life and death.
During the time of the blood sacrifice, this door will basically not be opened, and with the power of these demons, it is impossible to brute force the blood seal, so it is usually safe. But this safety lock is not so absolute for people outside the oasis. A few days ago, after deciphering the blood seal on the door, Feng Yin and the others sneaked in to spy on the blood sacrifice. Misunderstanding that the desert demons have the ability to control sandstorms.
The door lock that even Feng Yin could break was easy for Ouyang Shang and Wang Lu. Ouyang Shang didn't even touch the blood mark, but just put his hand on Wang Lu's shoulder, and the next moment they appeared behind the door —He used extremely brilliant earth escape technique.
There is an empty space behind the door, and a huge, blood-stained altar is placed in the circular space. The two walked to the front of the altar, then closed their breaths and focused their attention, further suppressing the mana fluctuations in their bodies, even stopping their breathing, and their body temperature dropped, as if they were dead.
The next thing to do is a feat that no one in the Demon Race has tried for two thousand years. Even with the protection of the curse seal, we have to be careful.
The two opened the altar.
The heavy and huge stones rose directly from the ground like straws in the hands of the two Jindan masters. The process was silent and silent, all the falling rubble was wrapped and melted by Ouyang Shang's gentle and delicate power, and there was a bottomless pit under the altar.
According to the legend of the demon clan, the body of the demon is under the cave, but except for the first batch of brave men two thousand years ago, no one can witness his posture with their own eyes. After the first batch of brave men rushed into the cave, none of them could escape. At that time, the Demon Race was not as weak as it is today.
When the hole was exposed, Ouyang Shang and Wang Lu only felt a gust of dark wind blowing towards their faces, and they couldn't help raising their vigilance to the extreme. Wang Lu even swam the Wuxiang sword energy around his body to ensure that he would not be invaded by any poison...
But the next moment, the tense nerves snapped with a bang.
"Hey, it's two little guys I haven't seen before."
The sound suddenly rang in the ears, which made the two Jindan real people who were used to wind and waves feel a huge shock at the same time. I
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