Chapter 0470 Self-inflicted

"Ten Thousand Devouring Ghost Seals?" Mo Fan frowned slightly, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

This curse seal is generally placed by the sect in order to prevent the disciples from betraying the master, once it is the middle and lower ten thousand devouring ghost seals, life and death are all controlled by the sealer.

If the seed seal activates the spell seal, all the qi, blood and soul of the person who is planted will be devoured by the curse ghost, and they will not be able to live forever.

Therefore, this kind of curse mark is a very cruel curse mark, and it is generally not used by the famous and decent.

What does the Witch Lord want to do at this time by activating the Ten Thousand Devouring Ghost Seals of so many Witch God Sect disciples?

In just an instant, Mo Fan was relieved, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

The Blood Sacrifice Array was destroyed by him, and the Witch Lord activated the Ten Thousand Devouring Ghost Seals on the disciples of the Witch God Sect, extracting their qi, blood, and aura.

"You want to use your Witch God Sect disciples for blood sacrifices?"

"Otherwise?" the Witch Lord sneered, his face as a matter of course, as if these Witch God Sect disciples were originally used for sacrifice.

Activating the Ten Thousand Devouring Ghost Seal was one of their plans, and he wouldn't use it unless it was a last resort.

However, Mo Fan is too powerful, and I am afraid that he already has the peak cultivation of the early stage of the innate stage.

If he was twenty years younger, his qi and blood had not yet dried up, he would still be able to fight with Mo Fan.

Now he will not be Mo Fan's opponent in terms of spells or martial arts.

In this case, for the sake of the future of their Witch God Cult, they can only sacrifice others.

"I won't let you activate the spell if I die!" the elder roared unwillingly, slamming his hand on the top of his head with a thunderous force.

He is an elder of the Witch God Sect, has made a lot of contributions to the Witch God Sect, and he can be regarded as conscientious all his life, and he has no second heart for the Witch God Sect.

In the end, he was treated by the Witch God Cult with the Ten Thousand Devouring Ghost Seal, and he didn't want to die like this.

"If you die, your soul will also become the sacrifice of the young witch master, don't struggle, be the sacrifice of the young witch master with peace of mind, if you want to blame Mo Fan. The witch lord smirked.

"If you do this, you will not die well," the elder and the surrounding Witch God Sect disciples roared with unwillingness and anger on their faces.

He Shishi, the third elder, the fourth elder, and the fifth elder did not have a ghost mark on their foreheads, and they also felt a little sad at this time.

They don't have an opinion on the blood sacrifice to ordinary people, and the witch master actually sacrifices the disciples of their witch god sect, which is a bit excessive, right?

"If you dare to talk to me like that, you really deserve to die!" the Witch Lord smiled coldly, and the last handprint succeeded.

The center of his brow lit up, and a black seal flew out of it.

The seal is black all over, like black jade, and can be held in one hand.

The top is a hideous ghost head, the bottom is square, and the bottom is engraved with several ghost-like characters.

"Go!" the witch lord threw the ghost seal up the mountain.

The ghost seal flashed with black light, and flew halfway up the mountain like a meteor, flew out of a distance and disappeared into the void, and when it reappeared, it was already on the altar.

A black light shot out from the top of the Ghost Seal, and a groove immediately recessed into the altar, the same size as the Ghost Seal.

The sound of the "squeak" stone rubbing was made, and the ghost seal was embedded in it.

As soon as the ghost seal fell into it, the evil ghost above suddenly opened its eyes, and a blood-red light bloomed.

At the same time, within the Wushen Mountain, except for He Shishi and the other three elders, the other Wushen Sect disciples were not touched by Mo Fan's fire rain or not, and the Ten Thousand Devouring Ghost Marks on their foreheads lit up.

"Ah, no," came a terrible demonic cry from their mouths.

Everyone's eyes were full of fear, the muscles on their faces twitched like evil spirits, and their bodies trembled as if they were in great pain.

Some people tried to kill themselves, but blood-red gas still flew out of their eyes, ears, mouths and noses.

It didn't take long for these people to retain their previous painful and unwilling expressions, and they became dried corpses.

The red gas coalesced in the air, drifting through the sky like a red glow, flying in the direction of the altar, and submerged into the demon head on the altar.

The demon surrendered red, and the blood-colored lines spread from the demon's head to the altar.

In the blink of an eye, all the intricate magic patterns on the altar lit up red, and the red spots that had disappeared from the sky reappeared.

It was lighter than before, but it had almost formed a complete circle, hanging in the sky like another sun.

A red and a black blood sun is in the sky, and it is indescribably weird.

As the red half day appeared, thick blood water flowed out of the red spots and fell from the sky.

An incomparably manic, evil, and vast aura of desolation surged from the blood water and dispersed to the surroundings.

The birds on the mountain noticed this breath and flew off into the distance.

Fierce as a wolf, he does not hesitate to stay away.

"Wood, blood sacrifice" On Mo Fan's shoulder, the little fox's front paws stood up, staring at the blood falling from the sky in a daze, and it was full of fear.

"The Blood Sacrifice was successful. The witch woman's face turned pale and she said in horror.

In the end, the blood sacrifice was successful.

The witch lord looked at the blood water, and the corners of his mouth raised on his old face, revealing a smug smile.

"Mo Fan, aren't you going to stop the sacrifice of our Witch God Sect, why don't you do it, if you don't do it, our sacrifice will really succeed. ”

Mo Fan just frowned, his face unmoved.

"Do you need me to stop it, and why don't you kill you all?"

Almost all of the thousands of disciples of the Witch God Sect were killed by the Witch Master with the Ten Thousand Devouring Ghost Seal.

Now, including the young witch master he had never met, there were only six left.

He didn't need to stop the sacrifice anymore, he just needed to kill all the remaining six.

"Kill us all?When the sacrifice of the young witch lord is completed, you will be the one who dies." The witch lord smiled disapprovingly, and said with great certainty.

With the blood sacrifice of the disciples of their Witch God Sect, although the effect is a little worse than the previous 100,000 blood sacrifice, the strength of the young witch master is probably only in the early stage of innate nature.

However, as long as the witch body can be obtained through blood sacrifices, even if it is only in the early stage of innate life, it can crush the masters of the late stage of innate life.

There has been no Jindan stage monk in Huaxia for a hundred years, and such strength can definitely be invincible in Huaxia, and it is easy to clean up Mo Fan.

The corners of Mo Fan's mouth curled slightly, and he smiled lightly.

"That's not something you're supposed to care about as a dead person, is it?"

"You want to kill me before the blood sacrifice is completed, Mo Fan, I'm afraid you don't have such a great ability. The Witch Lord snorted coldly.

He asked himself if the enemy he was facing was not Mo Fan's opponent, but he also had an innate human-level cultivation.

No matter which one of the innate real people is, they are like immortals, and if the immortals are really so easy to kill, then they are not immortals.

As soon as the witch master's words fell, he didn't wait for Mo Fan to make a move.

In the center of his eyebrows, the demon mark that was exactly the same as the other Witch God Sect disciples suddenly lit up.

His face suddenly turned strange, and a look of horror and panic appeared in his eyes and face.

"No, no," he quickly pinched the seal, and recited the incantation in his mouth.

However, in the cave halfway up the mountain, the red light in the eyes of the demons on the altar was more than twice as bright as before.

"Poof!" the witch lord spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the blood-colored gas was drawn from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose that was not under his control.

It was a little slower, but it still floated towards the altar.

"No, how can this be!"