Chapter 0471: Blood Sacrifice Counterattack

Present, whether it was the rest of He Shishi and others, or Qin Jie and Little Fox, they were all stunned.

"How can this be?" He Shishi's beautiful eyes swayed, full of puzzlement.

The Ten Thousand Devouring Ghost Seals of their Witch God Sect were all planted by the Witch Master, why did the Witch Lord himself be devoured by the Ten Thousand Devouring Ghost Seals?

The three elders next to He Shishi also looked incredulous.

"This"

"Master, what's going on?" Qin Jie said in amazement.

Mo Fan glanced at the red spot in the sky, this spot was infinitely close to perfection, but it was still a little bit close.

"There aren't enough sacrifices!"

"Not enough sacrifices?" Qin Jie and the little fox blinked, as if they didn't understand.

Mo Fan stared at the red spots in the sky and didn't explain.

Sacrifice is actually an equivalent exchange, exchanging something worth 1 for something worth 1.

The Cult of the Witch God does not provide enough value1 and can only be taken from the exchanging party.

This sacrifice was presided over by the shaman, so the missing sacrifices were drawn from him.

The most dangerous thing in this sacrifice can also be called backlash.

Once the sacrifice is reversed, the light sacrifice fails, and the heavy one will be reduced to a sacrifice, and he will not be able to live forever, just like this self-inflicted witch master.

"No!" the Witch Lord roared with reluctance on his face.

He activated the Ten Thousand Devouring Ghost Seal to continue the blood sacrifice, how did he know that the sacrifice was not enough.

Just now, those Witch God Sect disciples were still cursing him for not dying well, and a moment ago he was still telling Mo Fan that he couldn't die, and now he was sacrificed and devoured.

This face was beaten too hard, and this retribution came too quickly.

"Mo Fan, you wait, not only a few of you, but this mountain of sacrifices will die today. The old witch lord's face was extremely ugly, and he roared hysterically.

"Since you are going to let me die, do not struggle and offer your sacrifice. Mo Fan smiled indifferently.

This witch lord obviously wanted to complete the sacrifice, but he didn't want to sacrifice himself as a sacrifice yet.

"You!" the witch lord gritted his teeth in anger, and he was a little more energetic.

A large cloud of blood immediately floated out of his body and drifted towards the mountain.

In just a moment, his already old face was like a dying patient, without a trace of blood, and his eyes were much darker.

If he wasn't a real-level cultivator, I'm afraid he would have already lost his breath at this moment.

As soon as this cloud of blood qi flew into the body of the demon head on the altar, the blood-colored spots in the sky were instantly complete, and the demon mark on the witch master's forehead was extinguished.

The sun is completely engulfed, and only one circle of light can be seen.

The blood flowing from the red speck instantly turned black, as thick as oil, and it fell from the sky, submerging the entire mountaintop, the cave and the altar halfway up the mountain in an instant.

Where there was originally a red spot, a black cyclone emerged, and the surrounding spiritual energy rolled towards the cyclone, like a black hole.

The aura swirled wildly, condensed into a funnel shape, and poured into the altar of the cave, and terrifying energy fluctuations spread out in all directions.

Mo Fan's previous five-star Xuan Thunder Mantra was terrifying enough, and the energy fluctuations at this time were more than ten times more terrifying than just now.

Around, the leaves that fell from the trees were twisted into pieces in this terrible fluctuation of ability before they could fall to the ground.

"Boom!"

There was a rumbling in the sky, as if a giant had trampled it.

"Boom!" the mountain began to tremble, and ten thousand beasts rushed like a thousand beasts.

"Boom!" the earth trembled, as if something terrible was about to emerge from the ground.

"It's done, it's finally done. The witch lord said in surprise, with a look on his face that was almost crazy.

He Shishi and the others also showed excitement in their eyes, although for the sake of blood sacrifice, the witch lord sacrificed almost all the disciples of the Witch God Sect, but it was finally successful.

As long as the young witch master becomes a witch body, it won't be long before their witch god cult can regain its former glory.

"Congratulations to the Witch Master!" He Shishi and the others hurriedly knelt down in the direction of the cave.

Since the sacrifice was successful, according to the rules of their witch god cult, the young witch master was their new witch master.

"Master, are we?" Qin Jie said worriedly.

The young witch master of the Witch God Sect has not yet come out, and the entire mountain has begun to tremble, how powerful is it, can his master really deal with it?

"Stand back first. Mo Fan frowned and glanced at the little fox.

The little fox obediently jumped onto Qin Jie's shoulder, and Qin Jie took the witch woman in the direction of the secret passage.

They can't help much here, so it's better to retreat far away.

He Shishi and the remaining three elders narrowed their eyes slightly, and a cold light bloomed.

The figures of the four of them flickered, and then they went around to the back of Qin Jie and the three, blocking their way.

"I still want to leave now, is it too late?" He Shishi said coldly.

"Boy, let's stay, let your two old things, Qin Qiong and Luo Fei, come over to ransom people. The five elders squinted their eyes and said with a smug voice.

If it weren't for Mo Fan, why should the thousands of disciples of their Witch God Sect be sacrificed, this account must be counted on Mo Fan.

If a disciple of their Wushen Sect is killed, they will be wiped out, Mo Fan has killed thousands of their disciples, how can he let them go?

Before, Mo Fan overpowered their Witch God Sect, and Qin Jie and the others still had a chance to go.

Now, not only Mo Fan can't leave, but they don't want to leave.

"You!" Qin Jie clenched his fists, and a look of anger appeared on his face.

He Shishi, the weakest of these four people, is also higher than him, and it is too easy to keep them.

Mo Fan smiled coldly, his expression indifferent.

"Late?"

"You three go die first, burn!" Mo Fan glanced at the remaining three elders, and a fire appeared in his eyes.

Orange flames didn't erupt from his eyes this time, but appeared out of thin air on the hands of the three elders.

The faces of the three elders changed suddenly, they finally waited until the blood sacrifice was completed, but they didn't want to die like this.

Before they could cast any spells, orange flames had already erupted from his body, and the three elders barely screamed, and before they could laugh for more than three seconds, they turned to charred ashes.

He Shishi was stunned, and her face, which was still proud just now, instantly turned pale.

Mo Fan's cold gaze turned and fell on He Shishi's body.

"Don't you want to avenge your death, I'll give you a chance, and you'll see how stupid your ideas are. ”

With that, the flame in his eyes lit up again.

Clusters of flames are like petals, suspended around He Shishi, revolving around He Shishi, as long as He Shishi dares to move, he will be burned.

"You!"

He Shishi bit her lip, clenched her fists, and stared at Mo Fan viciously.

"Mo Fan, if you don't kill me now, when our witch master comes out, you will regret it for the rest of your life. ”

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

He closed his eyes, and the orange flame disappeared from his eyes, revealing his black, inky eyes, looking halfway up the mountain where the vibration was becoming more and more intense.

Do you really think that the blood sacrifice will be invincible in the world when the witch body comes?

He had not faced a real rival since he was reborn.

This time, it depends on how powerful the witch body on the earth is, and whether it can make his immortal medicine immortal use all his strength?