"If one of them is said to be the mysterious evil Master Xianyang Lay, then how can I have a faint sense of familiarity? I haven't met Xianyang Lay before, right? Besides, who else is?"
My eyes fell on the back of the thinner among the two mysterious people in black robes, and the corners of my eyes flicked across the hair-like brocade and other Yinling masters, suddenly my heart beat.
"The female mage who raises ghosts? Someone I know? Is it Jiang Zhao?"
Once this idea came out, it couldn't be stopped.
After all, I saw my old enemy Jiang Zhao sneak into the Yeshan Pavilion magic circle, and it was our side who cleared the way.
"Could it be that Jiang Zhao didn't come here to pick up the leaks, but to say that she has long been mingled with the mysterious setting sun layman? The two of them worked together to set up the trap here?"
This thought makes my heart cold.
If it were true, Jiang Zhao's viciousness would once again refresh my impression of her.
Many speculations flashed through my mind, and I barely retracted my thoughts and stayed in place motionless, not daring to make any movement.
No matter what kind of speculation it is, it needs to be supported by facts, and it is not a wise move to think wildly at this moment.
I forced myself to calm down and don't let preconceived notions interfere with my judgment. Who said that the female mage raising ghosts must be Jiang Zhao? Can't draw conclusions at will.
The donkey and the two thousand gold are the same as me, like a fossil, both with curious eyes, staring at the dark green monster statue.
Something seems to be going on over there.
I saw the two mysterious people who were leading the worship suddenly got up. The masks worn by the taller guys were very distinctive.
The reason I recognized it at a glance was because I saw the night travel god, this mask is made very similar, and when I saw it, it was the face of the night travel god.
Suspicious in my heart: "It seems that this mysterious guy has seen the night travel god in the underworld, otherwise, how could he imitate it like this?"
In contrast, the masks worn by the short, mysterious black-robed men are just the most common white masks, the kind that can be bought all over the street, they are nothing more than drawing the magic circle on top of them for prying and isolation.
As soon as the night cruiser mask was lifted, two men in purple clothes kneeling there were sucked into the palms of their hands
, They didn't make a sound, they were as honest as little chickens in this person's hands, but I still saw them trembling.
Hearing only the mysterious man chanting weird spells, he snapped the necks of the two men in purple with two sounds.
It was really broken, the two heads rolled down, blood spurted, and the mysterious man threw the two headless corpses in front of the monster statue.
"This is a blood sacrifice!"
My donkey and I immediately understood, and our hearts were filled with anger.
Blood sacrifice is a very cruel and inhumane ritual, most of which are used to sacrifice to the devil in exchange for evil power.
The more killing sacrifices are made, the greater the evil power they will get. Because it hurts the heavens and harmony, it has long been forbidden by the two ways of righteousness and evil. It is the same as the soul refining method. Once discovered, it will be gathered by the world. And the super evil thing to attack!
Didn't expect to see such a cruel scene in Green Ink City
My fists are clenched, no matter who the opponent is, I have the urge to slay demons and slayers.
"Don't move rashly. We can't bother either of these two people. They have reduced their breath fluctuations, but this master has a keen sense and confirmed that they are at least in the mid-Tongtian Dao, even higher."
The donkey came over, as if several buckets of ice water were poured on his head, and my impulse was extinguished in an instant.
"Two great powers in the mid-term?"
I was horrified inexplicably.
"Yes, it feels like the mid-Tongtian period." The donkey's voice was very solemn.
I don't speak anymore.
Not to mention the middle stage of the two Tongtians, even if it is only one, that is not what we can do.
The beginner level and the intermediate level of Tongtian seem to be not far apart, but the insiders know that it is a world of difference.
To put it simply, a Tongtian mid-stage, dealing with four or five Tongtian beginners doesn't take much effort at all.
We only have wild ass monsters and bat monsters. Even if we count the super centipede behemoths, there are only three primary-level combat powers in the sky. How can they be the two powerful opponents in the mid-Sky sky
Therefore, not only can I not be impulsive to bad things, but I also have to remain calm, let alone show my whereabouts, otherwise, it is very likely that I will end up here.
I gritted my teeth to endure the anger and endured very hard.
The other party didn’t kill two strangers and it was done. There was also a mysterious person with a shorter stature.
After the action, two hands pierced the hearts of several people in purple like a sharp blade, blood was splashing, human lives were dying, and the anger in my heart had turned the sky!
However, the opponent is too strong, and I can't kill it desperately, so I can only bear it.
I feel a tearing pain in the corner of my eye, warm blood is running down, my eye canthus is about to split, I'm talking about this moment.
"Could it be that you can only watch and do nothing? No, no matter whether the slain has a way to die or not, the black-robed demon did not escape during the blood sacrifice ceremony of anger between humans and gods. These two guys should be beaten into ten. Eight levels of hell!"
I screamed in my heart, but I couldn't move rashly. This feeling was like tearing my soul apart.
I stared at the tall figure who continued to cut the neck of the stranger from a distance, and I was puzzled: "Is he a layman of the setting sun?"
My heart suddenly moved, I took out the phone that I hadn't used for a long time, and after a quick setting, I adjusted the focus and lifted it up to record the cruel and bloody scene.
Fortunately, although my mobile phone is relatively old, it hasn't lost the chain in video recording.
I can't help the other party, but I must leave some evidence. If you have the ability in the future, others dare not care about it, I will take care of it!
Using phantom spells to record is more accurate, but the opponent’s cultivation base is too high, and it is easy to feel abnormal energy. Modern industrial products such as mobile phones use not mana but a small amount of electricity. There are static electricity fluctuations everywhere in nature. Use mobile phones to shoot , The other party is hard to detect and is the safest.
Of course, the mute setting is basic, and I won't make that kind of low-level mistake.
The phone faithfully records everything in front of him, even the other party's strange-pitched spells are also recorded.
In a full ten minutes, more than one hundred corpses were piled up in front of the statue, and blood pooled under the corpses.
After all, the killing link was completed, and the two murderous demons stopped.
The tall man waved his hand, as if giving some order, he saw the still-living men and women in purple clothes shaking their feet, and then, around the statue, they showed a mouthful of slender swords, condensing their skills and concentrating on the appearance.
Fa Sijin waited for the Yin Ling to stop motionless, cold and dark aura spreading in all directions.
Huge pressure converges in a small space.
(End of this chapter)