There are eight families in Qingzhou, and naturally there are eight prestigious surnames, and there are also eight amazing and brilliant young people in each generation who shine in the cultivation world. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

And at this moment, on the grassland of this Moon Shadow Secret Realm, the four young generation Tianjiao had already collided violently.

Regardless of life or death, only victory or defeat.

No one knew whether Ning Chun's knife was faster or Jiang Weicheng's gun was sharper.

No one knew if Bai Yu's sword was enough to pierce the smile at the corner of Yuan Xiaohua's mouth.

This battle may be about the dignity of the Eight Great Families, and it is also about the conclusion of who is the first person of the young generation in Qingzhou.

But if the Moon Shadow Realm collapses, it doesn't make any sense.

At this most critical moment, Mo Youxue lost his memory and had no combat power, so he could neither stop the internal friction between the Tianjiao, nor could he tell them everything he had experienced before.

And the blood sacrifice has begun.

At this time, on the black altar in the middle of the Wuliu Grand Canyon, the flagpole in Cai Dazhong's hand was blooming with incomparable brilliance, and the blood-colored red halo was sprinkled on the black altar, complementing the full moon in the sky, looking like a strange beauty.

"Wow...... Yikes...... Woo......"

Cai Dazhong's mouth was humming an inexplicable tune, with no words and no clear meaning, just like a drama on the stage talking highly, but it gave people goosebumps.

Accompanied by Cai Dazhong's shouting and singing, the crowd under the altar erupted into more fanatical eyes, on the contrary, He Chong and the others, who were originally kneeling on the ground, suddenly began to struggle violently, as if they were experiencing great pain.

The next moment, the order flag in Cai Dazhong's hand waved lightly, and the flag head pointed impartially at the most current old man.

The old man's cloudy eyes suddenly regained some clarity, his face contorted in horror, and his mouth opened wide, but he could not make any sound.

The old man slowly stood up from the ground, his body trembling violently, but his steps seemed to be uncontrollable, his eyes were full of fear, and soon turned bright red, and a line of blood and tears slowly dripped from the corners of his eyes, looking very hideous.

Finally, the old man came to the foot of the black altar, and then with a slight kick of his legs, the whole person was like a huge gecko, sticking to the angular spar of the black altar.

The sharp black stone pierced the old man's skin, and blood flowed down his arms, chest, abdomen, and legs, but it was absorbed by the altar before it could fall to the ground.

As if he didn't feel pain, the old man continued to climb tirelessly upward.

In a few moments, his body shrank dramatically, and his skin was dried, as if it had been drained of blood, but he was still alive, and he was still squirming towards the top of the altar.

The old man was a genuine Star Washing Triple Realm powerhouse, and his body hair and skin had already been washed by the stars, and he was many times tougher than ordinary people, but even so, under the constant friction and cutting of the black crystal, his body gradually became fragmented.

There was no half-inch of intact skin on his body, the meridians were torn and shredded, and Bai Sensen's bones were also cracked into countless cracks, which was shocking to see.

I don't know how long it took to climb, but the old man finally came to the top of the altar and crawled at Cai Dazhong's feet.

At this time, he was like a tattered rag doll, unrecognizable, almost crippled, the double torture of body and spirit made the old man unable to survive, unable to die, his eyes flashed with the last plea, that is the most natural survival instinct of human beings.

However, Cai Dazhong didn't look at him, but raised the flagpole in his hand, fell down sharply, passed through the old man's chest and abdomen, and nailed him to the top of the altar.

The next moment, the black altar suddenly shone brightly, and wisps of cyan smoke quietly poked out from all directions, wrapping the old man tightly in it, and burrowing into his internal organs along his seven orifices.

The last sanity in the old man's eyes was gone.

He jerked his neck down and slammed his head against the black altar.

"Bang!"

Blood splattered.

"Bang!bang!bang......"

Fly sideways.

No more, no less, after the old man knocked his head nine times, he died of anger and was completely relieved.

His body was like a burning candle, dissolving at a speed visible to the naked eye, completely absorbed by the black altar, and at this point, there were no bones left.

Such a cruel blood sacrifice ritual not only did not make the cultivators around the altar frightened, but instead caused them to burst into bursts of cheers.

Only He Bin, He Chong and others saw that their scalps were numb, because the old man was a lesson for them.

But they couldn't do anything, let alone move, they couldn't even beg for mercy.

Death may not be terrible, but what is terrible is waiting for death.

Even more horrific is dying without dignity.

These people present, whether it was Chen Bin, He Chong, or even Yang Baohu and Chen Tong, which one was not a famous cultivation genius in Qingzhou? Which one was not the son of Tianjiao who had been vigorously cultivated by various families and sects?

Their future was supposed to be bright and bright, but it was destined to die tonight.

This is a loss for the entire Qingzhou cultivation community.

It was also the loss of the Great Liang Empire.

But it is the last hope for these aborigines who entered the secret realm three years ago to regain their freedom.

It's not about right or wrong, it's just a difference in position.

Cai Dazhong's eyes did not have any pity, because he had seen such a scene a lot, after completing the first sacrifice, the sky above the altar suddenly became a little gray, completely isolated from the light of the blood moon, and an ethereal line of qi pierced the sky along the top of the altar, like a fishing line, connected to a huge kite.

This is a signal, and what is called the apocalypse.

According to the agreement between Cai Dazhong and the other two aboriginal leaders at the beginning, next, the black altar hidden in the other two Jedi places in the Moon Shadow Secret Realm should also be activated.

The three rituals do not need to start at the same time, but they need to end at the same time, so that the second starry sky corridor can be opened, allowing them to leave this secret world that is about to be destroyed and return to the Great Liang Empire.

After three years of wandering, three years of confusion, and three years of preparation, today's battle is not to be lost!

For a while, Cai Dazhong looked a little nervous for no reason, but he hid this nervousness well in his heart, and then he waved the long flag in his hand again and pointed to the second sacrifice.

Ho Chong!

For a while, He Chong's eyes began to tremble violently, and he subconsciously wanted to turn his head and call for help to Yang Baohu, but his neck was stiffly fixed in place, and he couldn't move.

At this time, he had lost control of his body, stood up uncontrollably with his legs, and walked towards the black altar that still had a thick bloody aura.

Yang Baohu looked at this scene and wanted to close his eyes, he couldn't bear to look at it anymore, but he couldn't even complete such a simple action.

Originally, he was the only glimmer of hope among all the people present, because he knew that Luo Chuan would definitely come to save him, but after he saw Chen Tong, the only confidence in his heart had completely disappeared.

Chen Tong is Luo Chuan's senior brother, and he is also the peak powerhouse of the Star Washing Realm, one of the seven personal disciples of Ling Jian Sect, even he has become Cai Dazhong's prisoner, even if Luo Chuan really comes, what can he do?

Do you want to add another wisp of the dead to this sacrifice?

Yang Baohu is not afraid of death, but he doesn't want to die so unexplained, but unfortunately, until this time, he still doesn't know what this evil blood sacrifice in front of him is used for, and what is the real purpose of these aborigines.

Anger, unwillingness, grievance, all kinds of emotions filled Yang Baohu's mind, but in the current situation, it has no meaning.

Because he was going to die.

About half a pillar of incense later, accompanied by nine thrilling sounds, He Chong's body disappeared, and there was no corpse.

The sky became darker by three points, and the gray clouds spread a little farther away, almost enveloping the entire Wuliu Grand Canyon.

It is foreseeable that when the blood sacrifice presided over by Cai Dazhong comes to an end, I am afraid that one-third of the sky of the entire Moon Shadow Secret Realm will be covered by that layer of dark clouds, and there will be no more light of day.

After devouring the two sacrifices in succession, the black spar on the black altar appeared even more brilliant and shining, and the black aura was soaring into the sky, as if a dead thing was about to awaken.

But the apprehension in Cai Dazhong's heart has not diminished at all.

Because Yu Ming still hasn't returned.

To make him even more anxious, there was no response from the other two altars.

"Could it be that there was an accident on both sides?

Cai Dazhong frowned a little worriedly for the first time, but soon relaxed, perhaps in order to suppress the uneasiness in his heart, the long flag in his hand danced for the third time, but it pointed to the highest cultivation in the field.

Wash the peak of the Star Realm, Chen Tong!

There is no doubt that the higher the cultivation of the sacrifice, the stronger the strength, and the more majestic the vitality, the better the effect of the sacrifice.

Originally, Cai Dazhong planned to put Chen Tong last to sacrifice, but at this time, he was anxious, for fear of another turmoil, so he simply advanced Chen Tong's order first.

Compared with the old man and He Chong before, Chen Tong's eyes were not calm, but they were full of resentment, as if they contained the most sinister curse in the world, and even a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, which made people shudder to look at.

He looked at Cai Dazhong, as if he wanted to imprint this person's appearance in his soul and take him into the Nine Hells together.

Cai Dazhong didn't care about this, he was still singing the unknown tune in his mouth, and the flagpole in his hand danced more and more urgently, with both urgency and expectation on his face.

But he didn't pay attention, and on the mountain wall not far away, there was a shadow about to move.

Chen Tong got up slowly, walked forward with unwavering steps, and soon came to the front of the altar, and then, like the two people in front of him, kicked his legs and leaped towards the altar.

But at this moment, a mutation protruded!

A faint burst of starlight suddenly burst out of Chen Tong's body, causing his speed to skyrocket more than ten times, and a faint blue starlight fell from the sky and fell on the top of Chen Tong's head, making him seem to turn into a wild goose covering the sky and the moon, and did not crash head-on towards the altar, but soared towards the sky.

Destiny projection, Wei Yueyan!

In this moment of life and death, Chen Tong actually broke through the double prohibition between his body and heaven and earth, and turned on the projection of the life star!

The momentum of the peak of the Star Washing Realm was like adding fuel to the fire, and it rose up, but Chen Tong did not use it to fight Cai Dazhong, but used his strength to escape outside the altar.

Seeing this, Cai Dazhong's face was furious, a cold snort came out of his mouth, his hands were raised in the sky, and he shouted: "Get up!"

As soon as the word fell, dozens of refined flying ropes galloped in from all directions, and the little cold light on the iron claws was reflected in Chen Tong's eyes, making him almost blind, and the few wisps of green smoke on the top of the altar also rose more than ten zhang out of thin air, wrapping around Chen Tong's ankles with a long force, making his speed decrease sharply!

At this time, Chen Tong was like the end of a strong crossbow, although he burst out with powerful combat power in a sudden situation, but he was hit hard, and he couldn't even use his own strength, and he was about to be recaptured by Cai Dazhong, a touch of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he was ready to raise his hand to smash his heavenly spirit cover.

I'd rather die than become a blood sacrifice spirit!

At this moment, a trace of golden thread rushed from the distant night sky, wrapping Chen Tong firmly in it, and quickly propped up the walls of qi, pushing the dozens of flying cables and green smoke away a few feet away.

It's not Luochuan.

Because it's a dungeon.

Feng Xiao's painting is a prison!

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