"Ancestor, please, let me go! I don't want to be used as a sacrifice! Ancestor, please......

A young woman with a beautiful face, relying on the favor of her ancestors in the past, cried and begged. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The person who was asked frowned: "Nonsense! Who said you would be sacrificed?"

"Yes...... But the ......" The woman couldn't speak, trembling and pointing at the flowing blood, fear penetrating from her heart to her fingertips.

The Yuan Ying Venerable looked at her fingers, and with his cultivation, he could only detect that there were countless unjust souls in it who were unwillingly rushing left and right, trying to escape.

He felt a chill in his heart, looked at the pitiful concubine with pear blossom and rain, and even had the meaning of sympathy, and his tone eased:

"Don't worry, the sacrifice should be enough, and you won't take any more lives. When the Great Venerable comes, the Tianding Sect is in the bag. If you escape from the battle, you will die in the end, it is better to attack the Tianding Sect desperately, and you will still have a chance to survive. As everyone knows, this is also an opportunity for you!"

A similar conversation sounded among hundreds of thousands of people in the rear. The agitated and frightened crowd gradually quieted down.

Flee, surely die. The Yuan Ying Venerables, who were usually high and inviolable, couldn't suppress the fear in their hearts one by one, and they all had a little trepidation on their faces. How dare they disobey the order of that great venerable and let these Jindan foundation minor repairs leave?

Only wait, wait for death, or wait until the sacrifice is enough, as Venerable Yuan Ying said.

They would rather fight with the people of the Tianding Sect now, even if it is the same death, at least they will die on the way to compete for resources, die, and have a little dignity, and even, break out a way to live!

Rise from the ashes!

Ye Quan's eyes shrank.

Extreme fear leads to extreme obedience. This Lan Wenzhu, what a deep thought!

Now these hundreds of thousands of people, there is no way out, only by desperately attacking the Tianding Sect, can there be a trace of vitality.

Seeking opportunities in danger is the monk's natural rule! Once the fight begins, these people will change from being forced or blindly obeying to being willing to fight hard. The momentum and combat power must be ten times better than the first! The disciples of the Tianding Sect will have to fight against this group of outlaws!

Bao Yin hung his head, returned to Qing Yin's side, leaned weakly on Hei Feng's body, his voice was not as clear as before, low and hoarse:

"It's still too late, one hundred and sixty-seven Qi refining babies died. ”

Qing Yin's heart twitched, and her eyes turned red with discomfort.

"! this thing!" Wan Shubo's big fist was raised and lowered, this is where his own formation is, and he can't smash it! But the pain in his heart, that hatred, made him slam his fist on his chest......

Everyone stared at the silent picture, looking at the blood mass that was shrinking smaller and smaller, and the monstrous hatred swept through the entire Tianding Sect.

Bao Yin was excited by this strong murderous aura, remembered something, and leaned in front of Qing Yin and whispered, "I feel that person again today." ”

"What?" Qingyin's heart was filled with grief and hatred, and he didn't come back to his senses for a while.

"It's the guy who came to stare at me all those nights. ”

"Where?"

"On the way to send the pill to Hexiu Peak. Bao Yin carefully recalled: "It is about a kilometer away from the Hexiufeng Fort. The chill was stronger than usual. ”

This place should be the stronghold of another Jindan early team, and the leader of the team seems to be Fang Tianyao.

Who of the nine would stare at a waiter?

Although she thought that if it was really the enemy's spies, she would not start with Bao Yin, so she was a lazy and crying second goods, and it was useless to stare at her, but at this time, she still stepped forward, clicked on the jade, and reported the matter to the Venerable Yu Ling.

Feather Spirit Venerable replied indifferently: "I know, don't worry." ”

Qing Yin breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, but the Feather Spirit Venerable frowned lightly at the other picture, and sighed softly for a long time.

Immediately, her complexion changed drastically! A woman who is usually very stable actually rushed to a jade stone in a hurry!

"Sect Master!"

In that picture, Ye Quan was as if he had been hit hard, and suddenly he was upside down!

No one had launched an attack just now, how could the sect master lose his consciousness in an instant? It was impossible for a divine sense attack to be so far away! Sound, by the way, only a sonic attack could be so invisible and formless, and it could hurt people like lightning thousands of miles away!

Feather Spirit Venerable's mind was racing, but the spiritual light in his hand did not stop.

As she played out one by one, the three dazzling characters of the Tianding Sect, the purple gold light bloomed!

"Vomit-vomit-dumb...... Quack...... Whoa—"

A hoarse and rough sound like a wood cutting the strings of a piano was blocked out by the purple gold light. The sound wave that was like laughter and tears was stunned, and it rose to the top again, like an arrow shooting out a thousand feet of light, and was forced to retreat!

The Feather Spirit Venerable couldn't hold back any longer, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his expression suddenly withered a little.

Fortunately, the gramophone circle on all the jade stones was closed! Venerable Yu Ling couldn't help but be overjoyed.

Fortunately, thanks to the strength of the sect's magic circle, this voice was weakened countless times, but Rao was like this, she was still not lightly injured.

The Feather Spirit Venerable slapped several of his big points in succession, and between his fingers flying, a Sanskrit sound that was recovering was transmitting the void, and the strange sound suddenly stopped.

Qingyin and the others were completely unaware of the strange sound outside, and they only saw their own sect master suddenly fall from the jade, and their voices of shock suddenly appeared.

When he saw Venerable Jue catch the sect master and feed the elixir for only a few breaths, the sect master had already woken up, and everyone's hearts fell high.

But at this time, Qing Yin's eyebrows moved, and his expression was extremely strange.

"Weeping followed by blood, and the heart was destroyed silently. ”

Xiao Yat's voice was slightly lower than usual, with a bit of nostalgia and sadness.

When is it? This person actually recited poetry as soon as he woke up? Isn't it a dream that he hasn't woken up yet? Qingyin complained silently.

"Blood, silence, sound. ”

Xiao Yi glanced at the woman and slowly spit out three words.

"What?" Qingyin began to look like a mund, did he understand!

However, seeing that the direction Xiao Yiniao's eyes were looking at was the blood mass that was already vaguely recognizable in human form. She suddenly understood:

"Your acquaintance again?"

Xiao Yi was silent.

Qingyin's mood that had been suppressed suddenly improved. If it weren't for the fact that the situation wasn't right, she would have wanted to laugh a few times.

Since she saw the pictures given by the ancestors of the Tuba tribe, and then experienced the memories of the Xuanling Turtle, she has a personal sense of Xiao Yi's ability to at least talk to these people.

The power to control a piece of heaven and earth can be controlled by raising your hand, and now it is just nested in the body of a bird, and you have met old acquaintances one after another. I'm afraid it's the same as going to a class reunion with the worst mix, right?

Qing Yin was happy, but Xiao Yi's blue and bright bird face was covered with a layer of black ash, this dead woman!

He snorted coldly: "You can be happy." When the fun is over, it's best to find an opportunity to run away. This broken formation of your Tianding Sect can't stop him from ten breaths!"

When Qing Yin heard this, his heart tightened, his lips pursed, and he looked at the jade.

The blood light in the air had disappeared in a few breaths, and a blood blade no longer than a foot long was quietly suspended.

Blood kept pouring out from the big hole in Lan Wenzhu's forehead, but he was motionless, as old as a dead tree.

(What was promised today can only be moved to tomorrow.) Tomorrow Saturday, even if I don't rest, I'll have a chapter, just to express my apologies for the gaffe, not to add more. Plus is scheduled on Monday, I wish the babies a happy weekend)