On the high altar, there is a strange wooden ding. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

There are many human reliefs carved on the wooden tripod, including babies, old men, young men and women, all of whom are in pain.

They lie under the wooden dome and maintain an upward climbing posture, so lifelike that they do not look like carvings at all, but like living people embedded in the wood, and they are terrifying to look at.

Just above the wooden ding, the yellow rune blood spell firmly nailed countless naked demon servants in midair, and as the charm array rotated, the blood in their bodies flowed down from various wounds and fell into the wooden ding.

The servants were alive, but their eyes were empty and silent.

Lin Guo could see that their souls had already left their bodies, roaring fiercely within the confines of this altar.

Although their bodies were numb and painful, their souls were suffering from unbearable torture thanks to this vicious formation.

There is no firewood under the wooden ding, but the green flames are burning, steaming and roasting the blood in the wooden ding, forming blood clouds on the ding.

The blood-colored spirit disc that can be seen outside the villa is made of the blood vapor in the ding.

The flame in the wooden tripod is not a flame at all, it is a life fire cultivated by the human soul.

In the realm of transforming into gods, Lin Guo was enough to clearly see that there were countless gray souls floating on the wooden ding, which was enough to hear the voices of countless people suffering in purgatory.

-- It's a magic weapon.

Such a vicious sacrifice, is this a blood contract? Just seeing it, it is already terrifying.

Lin Guo's eyes turned red, there had never been a moment, like now, wanting to wipe out all the sins in front of him.

The servants in the villa walked up and down respectfully, handing over sacrificial wine or roasted meat, and no one seemed to notice the painful and twisted roars of the demon servants in mid-air, or the terrible cries of the unjust souls on the wooden ding.

Beneath the altar, in a delicate cradle woven with gold wire, lies a child.

The blood and murderous resentment here are very heavy, even if it is a little baby who has always been quiet, he is struggling with his hands and feet, and he is very uneasy.

He felt scared, really scared. He wanted to grab something, but the people who had been with him before were gone.

The aura that ordinary people can't feel, as a celestial demon, even if it is a half-blood celestial demon, he also has the power of the god clan in his body, and he can naturally feel it clearly.

And all this is prepared to deal with him.

The owner of Xue Zhuang changed into a white robe, and his hair was tied with a wooden hairpin, and he was meticulous. He was followed by Xue Cong, who was also neat and clean, and this noble son looked at the altar from time to time, his eyes showing irrepressible excitement.

The fire went out, shining on the face of Ryuya Slender Bamboo. She sighed, "Seeing the altar of the Beigong family today is really an eye-opener for me. ”

The roaring wind shuttled back and forth in the courtyard, and the torches under the altar were so bright that they did not move at all.

The man sitting upright on top of the wooden wheelchair had a hoarse voice, "Usually it won't be so troublesome, just because this time it's a heavenly demon, it's better to be careful." ”

The night was so heavy, the firelight was so bright, he was hidden under the big black umbrella of the wooden wheelchair, and he couldn't see his appearance clearly.

Above the wooden ding, the yellow talisman blood spell gradually turned red, and the demon servants suspended in mid-air also became shriveled and hideous, and the steaming blood-colored mist inside the tripod became thicker and thicker.

Master Xue Zhuang smiled slightly, satisfied, "It's still a quarter of an hour away." ”

There is still a quarter of an hour before the blood sacrifice can begin.

Liuye Xianzhu said with a smile: "The general trend has been decided, seeing that the blood sacrifice is imminent, presumably the young master of the North Palace will no longer hide his secrets." What are you going to do later?"

The man under the black umbrella looked at the altar in front of him, and although his tone was still calm, his eyes irrepressibly radiated excitement and madness.

"That tripod is called the Thousand Evil Refining Evil Ding, which can refine the soul of any evil cultist and evil cultivator, and can also condense and refine all the evil thoughts, hatred and resentment in the world. ”

Ryuya's eyes flickered, "So?"

"Therefore, use the fire of human life to bake the grudges of the demon clan before death, and cultivate a poisonous blood that condenses the most sinister resentments of humans and the demon clan, and use this blood to defile the divine blood in the body of the demon, and take advantage of the exhaustion of his divine power to form a blood contract. ”

He is not afraid of people stealing the teacher, because there is only one tripod in the world, and even if others know this method, they can't do it.

Ryuya sighed, "Exquisite." ”

The night was as thick as ink, and no amount of howling wind could blow it away, and the raging wind roared back and forth around the altar, agitating the dark red spirit flags on the altar.

The wooden chair rotated automatically, slowly sending the man under the black umbrella to the altar.

The baby in the golden silk cradle began to cry, the wind was cold, and in the darkness it seemed that some giant beast was about to break through the ban, and the blood spirit seal above the black tripod became more and more intense, and the man narrowed his eyes, very satisfied.

Xue Cong picked up the baby in the cradle and slowly walked to the altar. His face was solemn, and there was a faint golden sheen on his body.

The black umbrella was blown to the ground by the wind, and the scrawny man showed traces from under the umbrella. He didn't have a lower body, his lower body was a rough clay pot, but under the black roof of the altar, this twisted weirdness was rendered with a strange mystery.

Something grew out of the crockpot, a viscous black liquid like a branch, and a light-colored figure was reflected on the ground, like a tree, and a person had grown.

He turned around, his stature was unusually tall, with that strange sense of sacredness, looking down condescendingly at Xue Cong and the baby in his arms.

The sound of chanting suddenly sounded in the spirit banner on the black ding, countless chantings, one moment in the clouds, one moment in front of the body, as if joy, but also as if painful.

Reflecting the skyrocketing blue fire under the Ding, everyone's faces were reflected in cyan.

The baby in Xue Cong's arms burst into tears, crying and struggling, as if trying to resist the terrible mission he was approaching.

The strange body of the lower half of Beigong Mound twisted like a snake, supporting him from top to bottom, slowly flying towards the baby.

His body stretched out more and more from the crockpot, which was an extremely strange and disgusting scene, but now, everyone who saw this scene was silent with bated breath, lest they interrupt his ritual.

The rough fingers caressed and touched the baby's tender eyebrows, and tears rolled out of the baby's dark eyes, and he cried.

Beigong Tsuka's thin face, which was only skinned and wrapped in bones, squeezed out an expression similar to a smile, and said softly: "The world is full of suffering, and it is endless, if you forget this life, you don't ask about cause and effect, you have to be consummated." ”

He used a sharp and hideous white bone knife to slowly stab the baby's eyebrows.

The baby cries louder and is sad.

Lin Guo took a deep breath, approximately, at this time?