The purple scorpion's bald head chanted faster and faster, and the dance movements of his body became more and more strange and exaggerated. Not long after, the blood-colored pyramid hanging on his chest with nearly perfect proportions suddenly shone brightly, instantly fused the strings on both sides, and slowly rose into the air in a circle. At the same time, the bald mage suddenly let out a scream, and a large amount of blood oozed from the surface of his skin, turning into a bloody man.

As the Scarlet Pyramid continued to rise, its size continued to expand until it became a behemoth tens of meters high. At this moment, an even more bizarre scene appeared: the blood oozing from the bald mage's body seemed to be guided by some mysterious and ancient power, and gradually peeled off the surface of his skin, converging into a slender blood-colored spiral, which was sucked into the blood-shaped pattern in the center of the blood-colored pyramid.

No, not only bald mages!

Luo Ning found that the blood mages who were carrying the corpses also stopped moving, and stood around the bald mage, stretched out their right hands towards the blood pyramid that rose into the air, and began to chant incantations in a trembling but passionate voice. Streams of blood flowed from their palms, guarding the blood-colored storm that peeled off the purple scorpion's bald head, and flew together towards the blood-colored pyramid that had stopped spinning in the air.

"Knock! knock!"

At the same time, Luo Ning suddenly felt that the speed of his heartbeat doubled, and the blood in his body began to tumble and surge at an extremely dangerous high frequency as if it had been stimulated by some kind of stimulation, faintly giving birth to an urge to leave his body and fly into the air. He was already like this, and the students who were in chaos next to him were even more unbearable. Many people's blood vessels in their hands and faces have completely ruptured, and large patches of blood are overflowing.

"No, I have to stop him!, since the blood will be affected, then ......" In a critical situation, Luo Ning couldn't hide anymore, quickly summoned two magic puppets, and held the Storm Demon Sword in his hand.

"The Warrior Monk and I will open the way together. Tomb Master, interrupt that bald man's movements!We can't let this blood sacrifice be completed, or everyone will die!"

The two puppets took immediate action as soon as they received the order.

"Master, be careful!" said the Wuxiang Warrior Monk, sitting cross-legged and inhaling sharply, then opened his mouth and let out a long howl. The dragon's roar slashed through the four fields, condensing into a fan-like sonic energy visible to the naked eye, flying across the space within a hundred meters in front of him.

This lion's roar is violently castrated, and the power is also amazing. After hearing this, the blood mages around the purple scorpion's bald head opened their eyes one after another, their faces suddenly turned pale, and they spat out a large mouthful of blood with "wow", and they could no longer continue to maintain this blood sacrifice. Even the purple scorpion's bald head itself was affected, interrupting the blood flow to the blood pyramid.

"Good opportunity!" Luo Ning stepped forward, swept a distance of tens of meters after a few charges, and slashed out the Storm Demon Sword with a fighting spirit. He had now lost all his magic power, and the sword was meant to break through a gap for the tomb master to raid. But he overlooked an important fact: while he Ronin couldn't use magic, the Storm Sword contained all the power of the Tyrug Sandstorm. This horizontal slash swept over, and the Storm Demon Sword suddenly rushed out of the rolling sandstorm, and with a "boom", the five or six blood mages in front of him were knocked over at the same time.

"Who's who?!" The purple scorpion's bald head lost its mysterious connection to the Scarlet Pyramid, and his face was full of anger, and his palms were neutral and condensed into scarlet blood cells ready to attack. However, what answered him were two incomparably dazzling sword lights.

I saw the head of the ancient tomb silently dodging behind the purple scorpion's bald head, and the long and short swords quickly crossed and flirted. The snow-bright and sharp blade rubbed violently against the blood-smelling air around it, emitting two crisp sword sounds of varying heights.

The blade cut through the lower part of the ribs and crossed out near the shoulder. Luo Ning thought that he was about to see the scene of the purple scorpion's bald head and limbs shattering, but he didn't know that the other party's figure suddenly expanded and became larger after being hit by the sword, turning into a cloud-like red mist, covering the head of the ancient tomb and beginning to quickly corrode the body of this puppet.

Luo Ning saw that the head of the ancient tomb could not break out of the red mist surround after slashing left and right, so he immediately recalled him. But it was too late, he still heard the system prompt: "The puppet is moderately damaged, and it cannot be summoned again within 24 hours!"

Losing the goal of the head of the ancient tomb, the red mist shrank and condensed again, returning to the bald appearance of the purple scorpion. For some reason, the anger on his face disappeared and turned into a smug sneer after the plan succeeded.

"Welcome to the world of blood magic, my little lamb! I didn't expect that you would one day be hunted down by the 'hares' who used to be their prey, and even die in the blood sacrifice trap carefully prepared by my poisonous scorpions!

The bald leader standing in the center of the magic circle, the evil mages rising from the ground one after another, and the mysterious spell that grew more and more restless under his feet. Luo Ning's cold eyes swept over all this in front of him, and worry was accompanied by courage at the same time.

"Scorpion, so you are the leader of the blood mages!" Hmph," Luo Ning dragged the Storm Demon Sword and made a gesture of charging forward: "If I guess correctly, your pyramid is an important tool of the Blood Sacrifice! It won't move since just now, and you still want to complete the Blood Sacrifice?"

"That's right, that Demon Blood Tower is indeed an important prop for summoning the Demon God!" the poisonous scorpion slowly squatted down and pressed his arms into a dazzling red light: "There is one thing you said wrong! The real blood sacrifice was already completed when you interrupted me with your sword!"

"What did you say?!" Luo Ning had a bad premonition.

At this moment, Luo Ning felt a shaking under his feet, and the blood-colored incantations engraved on the surface of the magic array in the circular canyon changed their tracks without warning, forming a giant pattern similar to that of the Abyss Demon Clan. Immediately after, four slender black chains protruded from the blood-colored pyramid. Although Luo Ning could see the flight trajectory of the four chains, until he was tied into a rice dumpling by these four chains, Luo Ning could not make any effective dodge movements. As soon as he dodged in a certain direction, the four chains would change position appropriately, stopping at an angle just enough to bind Ronin.

"Master!" the Phaseless Warrior Monk flew and pounced on the chains, and behind him a huge Dharma Statue of the Immovable Ming King appeared, raising the dragon stick and slashing towards the chains. Seeing this, the poisonous scorpion stretched out its right fist, and after a moment, it opened its five fingers again, shooting out a scorching wave of invisible magical energy.

This magic is one of the blood mage's skills—blood boiling! That magic energy seems ordinary, but once it catches up with it, the blood will boil and explode in an instant. However, what the poisonous scorpion didn't realize was that the Wuxiang Warrior Monk, like the head of the ancient tomb, was a puppet made of metal, and there was no such thing as blood!

The Hot Demon was able to wrap around the Phaseless Warrior Monk, and instead of causing him to be harmed, it helped him to fly faster towards the Black Chain.

"Drink, ——" the Wuxiang Warrior Monk did his best to burn the energy in his body. Although it didn't know the source of this energy, it understood: only by giving everything it could it see a glimmer of hope to save Luo Ning!

But at the moment when the dragon stick was about to hit the black chain, Luo Ning suddenly shouted loudly: "It's not good, be careful!"

A giant devil's claw, which was more than two meters long, suddenly stretched out from the blood-colored pyramid and blocked in front of the Phaseless Warrior Monk. Hearing a muffled sound of "bang", the Wuxiang Warrior Monk hit the palm of the devil's claw, and was immediately pinched and exploded by five thick fingers covered with black bristles, turning into dust and disappearing.

Luo Ning watched everything in a daze, and couldn't believe that the Phaseless Warrior Monk, who could single-handedly take on many high-level warriors, would be destroyed so easily. What was even more difficult for him to accept was that reading and writing was not lying! The blood sacrifice had already been completed, and the high-ranking demon from the Endless Abyss had finally been successfully summoned here.

(End of chapter)