The shout sounded very abruptly, as if it stopped abruptly as soon as it was spoken.
Liang Yanbei led the way, and several people walked deep into the forest.
After walking for a while, the corpse Wu Qi mentioned appeared in front of his eyes, and the death scenes were miserable.
Looking around, the clothes on these people are not all the same, and it can be distinguished that they are not from the same sect.
Liang Yanbei walked to a dead body, squatted down and took a closer look, and then said, "The wound is not caused by a sword or sharp weapon, but rather like the claws of some ferocious beast."
The first thing Wen Chan thought of was the monster that killed Zhong Wenjin in his previous life.
His eyes followed the corpse to the depths, and said, "They met some kind of beast. After a fierce fight, the beast retreated. They must have chased it."
"My lord, this place is dangerous, my subordinate..." Shuhua looked at the corpses here, and felt like retreating, not because he was afraid, but because he was afraid that something might happen to Wen Chan.
Of course Wen Chan knew what he wanted to say, and interrupted him before he finished speaking, "I've made up my mind, don't say any more."
There is unshakable firmness in the words.
Liang Yanbei looked up at him, then stood up and said, "Go ahead and have a look."
Just as the few people were about to leave, the ground shook suddenly, a strong wind howled from the sky, and black clouds rolled in, covering the bright moon.
Wen Chan sensed something was wrong, looked up, but his scalp was numb with shock.
I saw that the originally impoverished night sky rolled up giant clouds at some point, spreading out layer by layer with a center, covering all the vision that the eyes can see.
Lightning flowed between the clouds, like white dragons shuttled among them. Accompanied by the hurricane, the branches were pushed to this side, and the clothes of several people were hunting, and they were all puzzled by the sudden wind.
The sky and the earth suddenly changed, and suddenly a huge lightning bolt struck from the top of the sky and passed through the rolling thunderclouds. In an instant, the land covered by night was like day, and a deafening sound exploded in the ears, like falling rocks overwhelming the sky.
Wen Chan's chest was suffocated, and in just a moment, the earth returned to darkness.
The torch in the hand of the calligraphy and painting was blown out by the wind and could not be lit again, and the surroundings were extremely dark.
"What's going on here?" Wen Chan heard Liang Shuhong ask.
"The way of the demon, I am afraid that the sacrifice has begun." Liang Yanbei replied from the side.
Before the words fell, a roar from a wild beast was heard, followed by a dazzling light, illuminating half of the woods.
Wen Chan subconsciously looked towards Liang Yanbei, but he didn't want to meet his gaze. Although neither of them spoke, they both reached a consensus.
Liang Yanbei took a step forward, grabbed Wen Chan's hand involuntarily, and pinched his four fingers in the palm of his hand, but before he fully grasped it, he already felt a little struggle, so he quickly retreated and moved his hand upwards Move, grab his wrist.
Liang Yanbei righteously said, "Let's join hands to prevent any accidents!"
Now you can't refuse anymore.
Wen Chan: "..."
Liang Shuhong felt very reasonable when he heard it. This may be the first time he agreed with this cousin's words in more than ten years, so he took the initiative to hold Shuhua's hand and cast a look at Shuhua: You must protect me!
Shuhua didn't receive this gaze, he saw that his hand was being held, and wanted to use his other hand to pull Wen Chan, but he saw Liang Yanbei pull Wen Chan a step forward, and Shuhua's hand was empty.
"Pull two by two, it's easy to move." Liang Yanbei said.
"What about me?" Qinqi was dumbfounded.
Liang Yanbei glanced at him, "Find a branch from the ground and pull it."
The few people didn't waste too much time, and hurried to the place where the light was shining. When they got closer, they realized that the light came from those sects of cultivating immortals.
They sat cross-legged on the ground, with sabers by their sides, each hand stretched out with two fingers overlapping up and down, palms raised and flat on their chests, a faint white light emitted from the overlapping places, like wisps of smoke, floating into the sky.
There is also a faint black air mixed in the white light, so faint that it cannot be seen.
Wen Chan saw that those people had their eyes closed, so he couldn't help but slow down his steps, and after a few steps forward, his entire vision suddenly became clear.
There is an open space with a radius of tens of miles in the forest, and in the center of the open space there is a stone platform with three steps, and there is a person standing on the platform.
And the cloud eye is placed above the broad three-step stone platform, with layers of circling thunderclouds pressing on the head, rolling violently and restlessly. When you look closely, it seems that you can still see the winding black clouds in the black clouds. On the back of the scales, just showing a corner, the oppressive feeling makes it hard to breathe.
The white light emitted from the chests of the people condensed in the air, forming the scene they saw in the distance just now. The white light pressed around the stone platform, as if fighting against a black air in the air.
Suddenly there was another roar of a ferocious beast, and a huge figure jumped out of the forest beside it, with four legs and long tail, it seemed to be a yellow-skinned tiger, but it was much bigger than the yellow-skinned tiger.
The ferocious beast landed on the ground. Its body was huge, but its movement was smaller than that of a cat. Then it threw a man covered in blood and threw it far away.
Immediately afterwards, Yu Jian, a lot of cultivators from the Immortal Cultivation sect, followed. The first few were fine, but the people behind were more or less injured, and the blood was especially obvious on the light-colored robes.
"You monster! Hurry up and catch it!" The leader shouted.
The beast shook its tail, as if making fun of what the man said, raised its right paw sharply, and slammed down on the group of people. Some people dodged in time and missed, but some didn't react so quickly.
This palm shook the ground, the whole ground trembled, and those disciples who were sitting spit out a mouthful of blood at the same time, and immediately put themselves into positions before they even had time to wipe it off.
Because the place where Wen Chan and Liang Yanbei were standing was somewhat uneven, both of them lost their center of gravity. They staggered forward a few steps and stepped into the area covered with black mist.
The strange thing is that when Wen Chan's foot went down just now, there was a faint trace of heat from his left ankle, and bloody red marks spread out on the sole of his shoe, which went around and disappeared in an instant.
Although it was only for a moment, Wen Chan actually saw it.
Just as he was surprised, he didn't notice that the monsters fighting with Xianmen in the distance suddenly turned their heads to look at them, their eyes were fixed on the two of them, and their pupils shrank suddenly.
It immediately looked up to the sky and roared, making an ear-splitting roar.
Wen Chan was disturbed by the noise, and walked a few steps aside, but heard someone talking nearby.
"Stop, stop, don't go any further."
Liang Yanbei and Wen Chan turned their heads to look together, and saw a person appearing out of nowhere a few steps away. This person was wearing blue and white clothes and a silver jade crown on his head.
It was Lu Shaoqing, a disciple of cultivators I met in the city a few days ago.
However, he at this time is quite different from the last time we met. He was fighting with his arms folded, his whole body exuding a wanton laziness, his handsome eyebrows and eyes were well adjusted, and his long hair, which was still black last time, was indeed redder now. More, especially the hair tips, red and enchanting.
The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, adding a bit of evil spirit, and he didn't look like a disciple of a cultivator at all.
Liang Yanbei also noticed his difference, pulled Wen Chan back a few steps, and asked cautiously, "What do you want to do?"
"Yanbei, I don't want to trouble you today. You can go in if you want, but first let him take off the things on your ankles." Lu Shaoqing pointed at Wen Chan with his chin.
"However, I advise you not to go in. There are big things going on inside now."
After Wen Chan heard this, he glanced at Lu Shaoqing with rather complicated eyes, why are you shouting so intimately
"You and these demons are all in the same group?" Liang Yanbei asked.
Lu Shaoqing smiled even more, but did not deny it. He raised his right hand, and a long sword appeared in his hand instantly. He sighed, "No, it is too risky for you to appear here. Just in case, I will put you Just kill it."
Liang Yanbei just asked such a question, until he revealed his murderous intentions.
Seeing him take out the sword, Liang Yanbei's expression darkened, and he opened his mouth to speak, but Lu Shaoqing didn't give him a chance, and swung his sword to strike.
Liang Yanbei stretched out his hand to push Wen Chan aside, took away the sword held in Wen Chan's arms, stretched out his hand to block Lu Shaoqing's attack, and made a move.
Wen Chan was pushed so vigorously, his center of gravity was unsteady, he swayed a few steps, he still fell to the ground, and hit a disciple who was doing the practice by mistake.
He hurriedly stood up, watching the fight between the two worriedly, knowing that Lu Shaoqing was a cultivator, he was afraid that Liang Yanbei would not be able to defeat him.
"How can you go in?" A question suddenly popped up.
Wen Chan turned his head and saw that the person he had accidentally injured just now had stopped and was staring at him in surprise.
He asked inexplicably, "Where are you going?"
"It's where you are standing now." The disciple said, "There is a demonic enchantment, and we are working together to crack it, but it still can't be broken, how did you get in?"
"When the ground was shaking just now, I accidentally stepped in." Wen Chan was also confused.
The disciple was silent for a moment, picked up the saber from the ground, and handed it to Wen Chan, "Please help this fellow Taoist."
Wen Chan looked at him puzzled,
"The demon girl is performing sacrifices in the altar. It is a critical period. If you go and hurt her with a sword, the barrier will definitely weaken. At that time, we will go in and remove the demon in one fell swoop." The disciple explained.
It means that none of us can get in. Since you can get in, then please stab the person standing in Taichung with a sword.
Of course Wen Chan didn't want to take on such an obscure job, and he didn't reach out to take the sword, he just said, "The person at Taichung Station, is it related to God's return to religion?"
The person on the opposite side hesitated for a moment when he heard the question, and then said, "It is the leader of God's Return."
Wen Chan was startled, his heart beat wildly, and his tone was a little anxious, "How did you know?"
"We and Master have been secretly investigating this God's Guidance for a long time, and found that except for the believers who are ordinary people, the members of the church are all monsters. The leader of God's Guild is a bird demon." After a hasty explanation, he begged , "Ask for help from fellow Taoists, our master is fighting monsters, and we won't last long!"
With a movement of Wen Chan's arm, he gave the sword to the next one.
He turned his head to look towards the platform, and the person standing in the middle was closing his eyes, holding his hands together, and muttering words, as if he was performing a sacrifice as the disciple said.
Whether it is true or false, I would rather kill by mistake than let it go.
In Wen Chan's mind, the blood-stained capital appeared again. In his previous life, it was this god who converted to religion, turned his home into a Shura hell, let his relatives be slaughtered, and made him have nightmares for several years.
This enmity is difficult to dissolve, whether it is in the past life or in this life.
Wen Chan secretly gritted his teeth, although his current strength is not strong, but the disciple said that the Taichung people are at the critical moment, and it would not be difficult for him to strike a sword unexpectedly.
Thinking about it, he stepped up to the third-step stone platform.
Every step he takes, the soles of his feet glow slightly red.
Lu Shaoqing, who was fighting in Liang Yanbei, noticed Wen Chan's movement, deflected his attack with a sword, and raised the sword to Wen Chan's direction.
Seeing him turning suddenly, Liang Yanbei followed him very quickly. With his lightness skill, he overtook Lu Shaoqing and blocked his way.
An angry look appeared on Lu Shaoqing's face, "No matter what time you are, you are always so annoying."
Liang Yanbei sneered, "Are you really likable?"
Lu Shaoqing had no intention of entangled with him, and followed Wen Chan who was striding forward, wanting to get away as soon as possible, but Liang Yanbei was not as he wished, and entangled tightly from left to right.
Wen Chan over there also made it to the stone platform smoothly. Looking at the woman standing still like a stone sculpture, the hand holding the sword hilt became tighter and tighter, even a little trembling.
He stepped up the stone steps and stopped in front of the woman. Even when he got here, the woman still didn't notice, she closed her eyes and concentrated on it.
A steady stream of black air flowed out from between her and floated in the air.
She was dressed in a black and white robe with a bird embroidered with its head up and howling, just like the clothes worn by people converted to God.
Looking at the familiar clothes and vividly remembering the tragic scenes of the previous life, Wen Chan's heart surged with hatred, his eye circles turned red instantly, he raised his sword sharply, aimed at the unsuspecting woman's chest, and stabbed fiercely!