"I said that the Bai family master, you Yujiang monks have arrived a lot, you should be able to start, right?" "What's the hurry, wait, anyway, the Sword King's cheats are there and won't be lost, what are you anxious about?" "I said how many times you said this, let's act quickly when we all arrive, what are you waiting for, there are more and more people." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ” The middle-aged monk who had been asking Bai Wucheng to start the blood sacrifice frowned, and found that more and more people rushed to this central altar, especially Brother Yujiang, which was not conducive to seizing the Sword King's cheats, and the conflict started, at least Brother Yu Jiang had a better chance of winning under the leadership of Bai Wucheng, and he and the monks in other places were scattered, and he didn't have much energy to deal with it, so he asked Bai Wucheng to start the blood sacrifice again and again, but Bai Wucheng was also cunning, he just didn't speak, and dragged the arrival of many Yujiang monks, and the middle-aged monk had to wonder if Bai Wucheng did it on purpose, and he had already colluded to ask Brother Yujiang to come into the caveand hurry to this central altar as soon as possible. Middle-aged monks are middle-aged, no matter how they cultivate, but they are still monks on the other side, they just can't break through, and they have no possibility of improving anymore, when they want to give up with pessimism and despair, they didn't expect to hear that the ruins of Yujiang Sword King were born at the most desperate time, and there are even more rare sword king cheats in the world, and getting this cheats is enough to break through, so this sword king cheats has become the last straw, and the middle-aged monk has pressed all the treasures on this sword king cheats, so he regards this cheats as his own bag, and no one is allowed to get involved, and even those who are not allowed to get involved may not be allowed, And now this Bai family master Bai Wucheng has been dragging on for time in order to compete with him for the Sword King Cheats, more and more people are coming, and the less hope he has of seizing the Sword King Cheats, how can he endure it? At this moment, the middle-aged monk's eyes looking at Bai Wucheng were full of viciousness, and he couldn't wait to swallow Bai Wucheng alive right now. The middle-aged monk wanted to explode, but he clenched his fists and endured it, he understood that now was not the time to make a move, after all, he needed the blood sacrifice of Brother Yujiang to open the door of creation, and only their blood would be useful, so he had to endure it. The middle-aged man swore that he would attack Bai Wucheng the first moment he obtained the secret book, and all the monks here, these monks actually wanted to rob him of the final creation, how could he bear it. Thinking about it, the middle-aged monk gradually relaxed, quietly waiting for the moment of the blood sacrifice. At this moment, the main hall is full of monks, each harvest is abundant, the whole silver-gray hall is supported by twelve copper pillars, the copper pillars are carved with various patterns, mountains and rivers, birds and beasts, lifelike, and these pillars together arch the central altar, the altar is vertical and horizontal, full of blood and water flow tracks, and on these tracks you can vaguely see the remnants of blood that have been dry for a long time, it should be the remnants of the sacrifice in that long ago, but how it has become the past, no longer known. The monks in the main hall surrounded the bronze pillars and faced the altar, waiting for the final blood sacrifice. After another group of monks arrived, it seemed that no one was coming, Bai Wucheng, who had been closing his eyes and recuperating his mind, opened his eyes, tidied up his body and walked towards the altar, many monks under the altar began to be restless, knowing that the blood sacrifice was about to begin, they were ready to do a big job to seize this final inheritance. And the middle-aged monk only opened his eyes and looked at Bai Wucheng after he moved, and then slowly closed them, without any anxiety from before. Bai Wucheng ascended the altar and looked at everyone. Many monks calmed down and looked at Bai Wucheng in unison, waiting for Bai Wucheng to speak. Bai Wucheng, who was standing on the altar, was very happy after seeing everyone's reaction, he enjoyed such a crowd looking around and obeying their orders, regardless of whether they were sincere or false. "Ladies and gentlemen, we believe that everyone has come here for the treasures left behind by the Sword King, and I believe that everyone has obtained a lot of treasures along the way. However, the most valuable treasure is the secret book of the sword king, and according to legend, the sword king is called Xingtian with this knife technique. Bai Wucheng paused for a moment and said slowly: "According to legend, the Sword King founded this technique and relied on this secret book to claim the world, but in the end it was unfortunately lost. However, it is said that when it was lost, it was left here, and now we have to take it out. "And if you want to take it out, you have to rely on our Yujiang monks, or the blood of our Yujiang monks, we need to sacrifice our blood, and sacrifice a lot of our blood. Bai Wucheng said solemnly: "The reason why our blood works is because we have the blood of the Sword King in our bodies, and only the blood of the Sword King can evoke the opening of the door of creation, so as to fight for the Sword King's cheats." "We have made a great sacrifice, so!" Bai Wucheng suddenly increased his tone and looked down seriously: "Whoever wins the Sword King Secret Book needs to leave a copy for our Monk Yujiang." "No! No, no! Why should we give you a copy of the secret book we take, and if this leaks out, everyone will know about it, and what kind of secret book it will become. "What blood, what great sacrifice, just need a little blood from you, why do you feel so distressed? I think you're just an excuse. "You have a good calculation, no matter who takes the cheats away, you will have a copy of the Sword King cheats in your hand. If it is you who have taken it by the monks of Yujiang themselves, then what should we monks who are not from Yujiang do?" ...... Such voices are endless, all of them are the opposition of other Du Fu's local monks, and Brother Yu Jiang saw that the monks in other places did not understand the sacrifice of Brother Yu Jiang at all, and they all insulted and even started to fight, the situation became more and more intense, and a big war was about to break out. "If you don't agree, we'll reject the blood sacrifice and give it up, and no one will get it. Bai Wucheng saw that the monk under the altar was not sincere at all, and directly threw out this fatal question. "Wow!" At this moment, everyone stopped, without making a sound, and then Yu Jiang monk reacted, shouting loudly in support of Bai Wucheng and scolding the other monks. "Then we will decide as the Bai family master said, and when the time comes, just give Yu Jiang a copy of the secret book. The middle-aged monk, who had been silent, stepped forward and said. Seeing this, everyone could only reluctantly agree, although there was opposition, but the voice was suppressed. But then again, although it is a promise, it is not known whether it will be fulfilled in the end, and whether it will be kept. Everyone reached a resolution, and then under Bai Wucheng's arrangement, Brother Yu Jiang came out one after another, surrounded the altar, and sat down together in a certain order. At a certain moment, everyone threw the essence blood from their mouths together, dripping down the altar, and the blood dripped more and more, gradually flowing according to the trajectory of the ravine, and as the blood dripping down the altar began to glow, it became a blood red, and the blood on the altar accumulated more and more, brighter and brighter, and the light became faster and faster, more and more red, and at a certain moment, thousands of red Yin, as if there was a spirit, lifelike. Eventually, the blood flowed into the central pool of the altar, slowly rising.

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