Chapter 69

"The sacrifice begins!" Wu Yan stepped forward and said aloud to the bottom of the high platform.

The five black-clothed ghosts under the high platform hurriedly got up and respectfully stepped aside, making way to the high platform.

Shi'er on the high platform was a little confused by their actions, and forgot to struggle for a while, watching the movements of several people blankly, not understanding what they were going to do.

Lin Muyi lay in the grass, and also looked intently, only to see that the black-clothed demon cultivator also took Shi'er's hand and took a step forward.

With his one move, the children in the valley, who had not reacted to anything that happened around them, suddenly shrank for a moment, their eyes were still vacant looking at the tall black figure on the high platform, but their expressionless faces showed a look of fear, and even a few young children couldn't help but shrink their small bodies into a ball, trying their best to hide themselves in the half-human-high grass.

Lin Muyi looked at the expressions of the children in the valley, and felt strange in his heart, and suddenly had a bad premonition.

The sacrifice began.

These children knew that the danger that had been hanging over their heads was coming.

Sure enough, the black-clothed demon cultivator was unmoved by the reaction of the children in the valley, scanned the scene in the valley, and then raised his left hand forward.

As if in response to his movements, a boy in the valley walked out tremblingly, his steps staggering, his pale little face showing endless fear. That expression was deeply imprinted in Lin Muyi's mind and will never be forgotten.

The child was thin and small, looking no more than six or seven years old, and walked step by step in the direction of the high platform, his pace was extremely slow, his legs were trembling uncontrollably, but he still walked persistently, and the expression on his face gradually returned to nothing, indifferent to everything that happened around him, and just walked straight towards the high platform, as if he was being led by an invisible thread.

And that line was on the left hand of the demon cultivator on the high platform.

The platform was extremely high, three feet long, and the steps were extremely steep. The boy was young and understature, and lifted his feet up and down the steps with great difficulty, almost climbing up with his hands and feet.

On the high platform, the black-clothed demon cultivator didn't do anything, just stood on the high platform, gently raised his left hand, and led the child to death.

This face was extremely terrifying, Lin Mu felt his heart pounding, and cold sweat soaked his clothes.

He hid in the grass and watched the child's small figure climb down the steps to the high platform more than three feet high, and his heart was extremely unbearable, and he wanted to rush out immediately to save the child. But he looked up at the black-clothed demon cultivator standing on the high platform again, gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and his nails were clasped into the flesh of his palm.

No, it's useless to fight hard.

That demonic cultivator's cultivation is not something he can compete with. In front of the cultivators of the refining period, he was like a child who had no ability to resist, and he had no chance of winning.

There is no chance of winning.

Lin Mu couldn't help but tremble. If he doesn't have a chance of winning, he can't save the child.

What's the solution...... There must be some way! There must be some way to stop that man!

The cold sweat on Lin Mu's forehead appeared layer after layer, fine and dense. His heart was beating like thunder, and he felt that there was no other sound around him, only the sound of his rumbling heartbeat.

Lin Muyi was shocked to realize that he seemed to have fallen into the demon at this time.

He wanted to save the child, he wanted to save the child. But at this time, he was seized by great fear, and he could hardly breathe. The coercion of the superior cultivator pressed him tightly like a mountain, and he was so overwhelmed by this inescapable powerlessness that he almost stuck to the ground and couldn't get up.

The boy struggled to climb up the platform, very slowly, very slowly. The demon cultivator didn't make any moves, just raised his left hand and lowered his head slightly to look at the child on the steps, like looking at an ant climbing up.

Lin Mu's eyes were red, as if he was about to burst into flames.

He was caught in his demons, crushed by his desires, overwhelmed by fear, unable to move.

The boy had reached the top of the platform.

Shi'er, who had been held by the black-clothed demon cultivator, had come back to his senses at this time, and when he saw the kid on the high platform, he still didn't stop, and went straight past Shi'er and the black-clothed demon cultivator, and continued to walk step by step towards the strange pool in the middle of the high platform. Shi'er looked at the strange pool, then at the child, panicked, and shouted, "Little brother, go quickly, don't go over!"

While screaming, Shi'er tried harder to break free from the black-clothed demon cultivator's grip and run in the direction of the child.

As if the child had not heard the sound of the child at all, his feet did not stop, and he continued to walk forward step by step, very slowly.

Shi'er's eyes were red in a hurry, and she struggled to break free from the shackles. The black-clothed demon cultivator stopped Shi'er's movements with just one hand and twisted his hand behind his back. Shi'er felt a sharp pain coming from his arm, and he couldn't move, and he snorted in pain, but he gritted his teeth and refused to let out a cry of pain, while still trying to rush in the direction of the child despite the pain in his arm.

It's just that although he was born with divine power, he was far from being able to compete with the power of the black-clothed demon cultivator, and he was suppressed to the death, and he couldn't move a bit.

And the kid had already walked to the edge of the pool by this time.

The child's frightened expression, staggering steps, and Shi'er's constantly struggling figure were all stabbed into Lin Muyi's heart like a dagger.

Lin Mu's eyes were almost bleeding. The palm of the hand has been punctured by the fingernails, and a trace of blood has flowed down the palm of the hand. And this pain made his mind a little clearer, he bit the tip of his tongue with a slight force, and the stinging pain spread from the tip of his tongue to his whole body, as if he had been struck by lightning.

Lin Mu broke through the demons in an instant, took up his spiritual power and stepped on the flying sword to rise into the sky, and flew straight to the high platform.

And the black-clothed demon cultivator turned his head to the direction where Lin Muyi flew almost as soon as Lin Mu moved, as if he had been waiting for the moment when Lin Muyi acted, he casually stuffed the trapped pickup in his hand into the hand of Wu Yan who was standing aside, and jumped towards Lin Mu.

Although his movements were behind Lin Muyi, his speed was many times faster than Lin Muyi's, but he had rushed to Lin Muyi in the blink of an eye. Before Lin Muyi could be surprised, he was imprinted on his chest by the black-clothed demon cultivator, and when he landed, his chest was stuffy, a mouthful of blood spurted out, his body shook violently, and he almost fell off the flying sword.

At this time, on the high platform, Shi'er followed the movements of the black-clothed demon cultivator, and also found Lin Muyi in the air in the distance. However, he didn't have time to rejoice at all, so he was grabbed by Wuyan's arms and twisted behind him.

Shi'er is not the opponent of the black-clothed demon cultivator, but he is not afraid of this feast. He gritted his teeth and slammed hard, only to hear a muffled sound of "pop", Shi'er's left shoulder joint had been dislocated, and the severe pain made his face immediately covered with cold sweat. But he didn't care about the pain, followed the dislocated joint, turned sideways suddenly, raised his foot and kicked it to the bottom of the plate.

Wu Yan only felt that his hand was loose, and he didn't have time to react to what was going on, and then there was an unbearable sharp pain in his lower body, and he couldn't hold it anymore and let go.

Shi'er broke free from Wuyan's grasp, but he didn't bother to see what Wuyan was doing, and rushed forward without looking back, and quickly rushed to the edge of the pool, throwing the child to the ground.

Wu Yan also came back to his strength at this time, and the hood on his head was also shaken off by Shi'er's kick, revealing his handsome face, but this face was already so angry that his expression was distorted at this time, and Wu Yan rushed towards Shi'er with a hideous face.

The boy was thrown to the ground, still in a daze, not knowing the pain or crying, shaking a few times, and getting up from the ground to walk in the direction of the pool. Shi'er's dislocated left arm hung weakly at his side, and when he saw this, he hurriedly pulled the child back, held the child firmly in his arms with his right hand, and rolled on the ground a few times, avoiding Wuyan's attack.

That Wuyan is not bad, but he was caught off guard by Shi'er and accidentally hit. At this time, he was furious, so he naturally made a move with all his might, and he was ruthless. And Shi'er was already injured, and he had to take care of the child in his arms who had been moving around trying to break free from him, so naturally he was not an opponent, so he could only hold the child to dodge left and right, and he couldn't support it.

At this time, the black-clothed demon cultivator in the air obviously noticed the scene on the high platform, he didn't expect that Shi'er would dare to destroy his sacrifice, and when he boarded up, the demonic energy on his body was great, and he gave Lin Muyi a slap again, and then he didn't care about Lin Muyi, he turned his head and was about to turn back to the high platform.

Lin Muyi was hit by this palm and almost all his internal organs were displaced, but seeing that the black-clothed demon cultivator was going back to the high platform to find trouble, he didn't dare to delay for a moment, and he forcibly pressed down a surge of blood in his chest, and the spiritual power in his body ran wildly, and a giant vine rushed out of the cuffs, chasing the back of the black-clothed demon cultivator.

The demon cultivator heard the sound behind him, dodged sideways, although he was not hit, he was blocked by Lin Muyi, and he simply turned around, facing Lin Muyi, his hood fluttered and swayed, and he was almost blown off by the wind, and his purple and black demon qi was steaming, almost rushing out of his body, and he gritted his teeth and said the first sentence of the night.

"Lin Muyi!"

His voice was extremely hoarse and ugly, unbearable, like countless fingernails scraping iron plates, hoarse and rough, and a huge coercion came with the sound, and entered Lin Muyi's ears, stabbing Lin Muyi dizzy for a while.

Lin Muyi shook his head, his headache splitting, but he still didn't let go, a giant vine deftly waved in the air, always on guard against the black-clothed demon cultivator opposite.

At this time, flying into the air, Lin Muyi saw the scene on the high platform clearly. I saw a purple-black pool in the middle of the platform, and countless tentacles stretched out from the bottom of the pool, meandering and crawling, as if growing into a boulder on the platform, firmly fixing the pool in the center of the high platform. The pool was filled with lilac water, and I didn't know what it was, but I saw the purple vapor steaming, surging outward.

Just seeing these, Lin Muyi could guess the power of this pool. He must not see the child enter this pool, let alone let Shi'er fall into such danger.

Lin Mu gritted his teeth and said, "It's impossible for you to go back!"

As he spoke, his heart moved, and the vermilion and gorgeous spirit bead came out of his body, rose into the air, and stopped steadily above his head, and began to rotate rapidly.

The black-clothed demon cultivator was not the slightest surprised when he saw this spirit bead, his breath sank, and when he raised his hand, he attacked Lin Muyi's side.

As soon as Lin Mu urged the Yun Spirit Bead to rotate wildly, the spiritual power in his body was also like a boiling roar to rush out of his body, and in an instant, he gave birth to the spiritual power to the peak, and also attacked the black-clothed demon cultivator.

For a moment, the two were entangled in the air.

At this time, the five black-clothed ghosts in the valley also rushed to the high platform and pounced on Shi'er and the child. Shi'er lost an arm, and he had to hold on to the child who had been trying to break free from him and jump into the pool, where was the opponent of those people. He gritted his teeth, fought and was punched a few times, bounced off the ground suddenly, knocked Wu Yan to the ground, rolled a few times and fell off the high platform, but he was no longer able to fight back, and he was about to be caught by the rest of the people.

Lin Mu glanced at the scene on the high platform, and he was anxious, but he couldn't pull it out.

However, he was not the opponent of the black-clothed demon cultivator, and it was only with the spiritual power of the Yunling Bead that he barely dragged the black-clothed demon cultivator to his way. At this time, he has been thinking about Shi'er in his heart, it is inevitable that he will be distracted, and he is even more invincible to the demon cultivator, he did not check for a while, his subordinates showed flaws, and he was caught by the black-clothed demon cultivator, and was hit by a heavy palm, and he couldn't support it anymore, he dropped the flying sword, and the whole person fell to the ground like a falling rock, and smashed a big hole on the ground with a "bang".

Dusty on all sides, Lin Muyi was dizzy by this fall, and he didn't get up after climbing a few times. However, Lin Muyi knew that there was no time to breathe for him, he spit out a mouthful of blood with a "wow", and his eyes were black for a while, but he still endured the severe pain in his chest and abdomen, reluctantly stood up, and hurriedly looked at the high platform, but was so shocked by the scene on the high platform that his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

I saw that the black-clothed demon cultivator had rushed back to the high platform in an instant, but as soon as he grabbed it, he restrained it and easily carried it in his hand.

Shi'er was lifted up by him with the broken arm, hanging in the air, almost fainting in pain, his face was pale, but he still held the child with his right arm intact and refused to let go.

Lin Mu staggered to his feet, took a few steps forward, but fell heavily to the ground again, looking at Shi'er who was carried in his hand by the black-clothed demon cultivator, his heart was about to rise to his throat.

He saw that the black-clothed demon cultivator was easily carrying Shi'er and shaking the child, as if he had turned his head to look in Lin Muyi's direction, and Lin Muyi felt that he could even hear the black-clothed demon cultivator laughing sarcastically under the hood.

Then, the black-clothed demon cultivator threw the two children into the pool.

At this moment, Lin Muyi felt that everything in front of him had stagnated.

The clouds in the sky, the winds on the earth, and the restless spiritual power in the air all stood still. Even his breathing, his heartbeat stopped.

His eyes were only on the tall platform in the distance, and he hugged the six or seven-year-old child tightly, glanced at him, winked at him helplessly, and then fell into the pool.

The sound of "poof" entering the water was extremely slight, and a little splash of water splashed, swirling and calming, and the two people in the water were engulfed by the lilac demonic qi in the blink of an eye.

Engulfed his picks.

"No ——!"

Lin Mu cried out heartbreakingly, the violent spiritual power in his body broke out regardless of his body, and the spirit bead was like a meteor, shining with dazzling red light, with a sharp whistling, breaking through the air and smashing towards the demon pool on the high platform. 166 Reading Network