After pondering for dozens of breaths, Luan Tian still couldn't think of a reason, so he closed his eyes again. www.biquge.info It seems that Wen Xiucao doesn't know why this is the case.

There are only three or four hours left, and in this last time, Luan Tian plans to refine the Divine Search Technique again.

He had a faint hunch that the cultivation inheritance of the Gen Kingdom seemed to be much older than any method he had ever seen, and perhaps the same would be true of the cultivation of the Soul Clan.

And since Luan Tian cultivated the complete Divine Search Technique, he had a feeling that the Divine Search Technique was strikingly similar to another spell he had already learned, and that was alchemy.

Alchemy is also inherited from ancient times, Luan Tian judged that the search for gods and alchemy are both inherited from ancient times, and it is very likely that they are originally the same spell.

It's just that later, this spell was divided into two different ancestors of immortals and demons, and they were innovated and modified respectively, and finally evolved into two very similar spells.

The ruthlessness and domineering of alchemy are not rejected by Luan Tian, what he wants to do now is to combine alchemy and search for the gods into one, and fuse them to create a new search for the gods.

This new Divine Search Technique can not only extract the essence blood and soul of living beings, but also deprive them of their cultivation and use them for their own use.

The new Divine Search Technique is stronger than the Alchemy Technique, and more domineering than the old Divine Searching Technique, combining the advantages of both and discarding the dross in them.

Perhaps, this is not innovation at all, but retro, Luan Tian is just restoring this spell to its original appearance, so that it can see the light of day again.

Luan Tian's comprehension of alchemy and soul searching is already very deep, so the integration of the two is also progressing very smoothly.

Even Luan Tian himself didn't expect that the fusion between his thoughts would be terrifying.

At this time, I saw that he was shrouded in black and red mist, rolling and surging like a thick blood mist.

He sat in this blood mist, Wen Xiucao had stopped his cultivation at this time, he opened his eyes, and looked at Luan Tian's cultivation with wide eyes.

Luan Tian's body shone with bursts of dazzling light, and the billowing thick fog filled the entire repair room, sometimes rolling out, and sometimes "whirring" was sucked into Luan Tian's body.

At this time, Wen Xiucao only felt as if there were countless invisible hands suddenly stretched out from Luan Tian's body, and they tore all the abilities in the space and gathered towards Luan Tian's body.

All the aura in the space, all the essence and blood, all the ethereal, wisps of remnant souls, and even his cultivation...

Wen Xiuxiao's robe was hunting, Luan Tian's robe was also drumming, and the sound of "silk~silk~silk~" was endless.

"Demons... Demons··· Demons..."

At this time, Wen Xiucao's expression was horrified, and only these two words kept flashing in his mind, he really deserved the title of this human demon, at this time, he was really like a demon among people.

Just after the hour, after a rumbling roar sounded around Luan Tian's body, the thick fog gradually dissipated, and the blowing Dao robe slowly fell.

Luan Tian opened his eyes and glanced at Wen Xiucao calmly, his eyes flashed with a fierce red and black light, which was breathtaking.

"It's almost time..."

"Well, it's time to go..."

Wen Xiucao nodded heavily, her expression extremely entangled.

"Let's go!"

Luan Tian waved his hand with a relaxed face, flew straight down from the stone bed, and stood at the door of the wing, Wen Xiucao got up with him, and the two walked out of the prince's palace one after the other.

Just when the two of them had just turned around a pavilion and were about to walk towards the palace hall, they saw a group of people walking out of the main hall one after another and walking outside the palace.

Walking at the front of the team was none other than Wen Cangsheng, followed by the two national teachers of the Fang family, and dozens of other monks dressed as officials.

"The sacrifice is about to begin, and we... Let's go too..."

Wen Xiucao raised her head and glanced at Luan Tian, and said heavily, but her eyes didn't want to look at Luan Tian.

"Okay."

Luan Tian's expression was always calm, and after saying the word "good" lightly, he and Wen Xiucao walked side by side, following the team, and walking outside the palace.

When they came to the gate of the palace, there were already thousands of people standing on the opposite side, and at the forefront of these people stood ninety-nine monks, all dressed in black.

Luan Tian glanced at the ninety-nine people, this should be the people who participated in the sacrifice with him this time, these people all lowered their heads at this time, and their expressions were stiff.

Behind them were the relatives who came to see them off, as well as the citizens of Gen who came spontaneously, and everyone's face was full of pain and a trace of anger that could not be concealed.

Thousands of pairs of eyes, at this time, looked at the group of people who walked out of the palace, and their eyes finally fell on Wen Cangsheng.

Seeing this scene, Luan Tian raised his hand and waved it, and instantly changed into a black robe, and at the same time, suppressed the realm in the early stage of the Cave Void Realm. At the moment when he suppressed the realm, Wen Xiucao immediately noticed it, and turned his head to look at Luan Tian.

It was at this glance that Luan Tian suddenly felt a strong coercion coming from Wen Xiucao's body, and this coercion actually made the bones around his body "rattle", Wen Xiucao nodded slightly at Luan Tian, and Luan Tian also nodded silently at him.

Then, Luan Tian silently walked into the ranks of ninety-nine monks and stood in the middle of the crowd.

Luan Tian quietly swept the surroundings with his divine sense, he didn't even notice a trace of abnormality, if he hadn't known it in advance, most of them were soul gatherers, and he would definitely not have been able to know.

He couldn't help but secretly marvel in his heart, the second elder of the Fang clan's soul refining technique was exquisite, and at the same time, Luan Tian also felt sad for these deceased.

Have they ever thought about it? Even after the end of their lives, they still have to make sacrifices for the living, and I wonder if the remnant souls in their bodies at this time are also pondering something...

At this time, Wen Cangsheng glanced at the people in front of him, then raised his head, his eyes were cloudy, his expression was sad, he hugged his fists at everyone, and said in a deep voice:

"It's time again for the sacrificial day, and at this time of year, the king's heart is very painful..."

"This king... Shame on you, this king... On behalf of all the people of Gen and all the living, thank you..."

As he spoke, Wen Cangsheng actually straightened his clothes, bowed deeply to the hundred sacrificers in front of him, and the compatriots behind them.

When he raised his head, Wen Cangsheng's eyes were already filled with muddy tears, the muscles on his face trembled slightly, and there were gradually sobbing voices in the crowd.

The crying became louder and louder, it was the farewell family, the reluctance of their loved ones, and among the sacrificers, the shoulders of several people trembled slightly.

They are the living who volunteered this time, even if they volunteered, even if they were seriously ill, or they were dying, and their lives were short.

But who knows how much helplessness is contained in their voluntariness?! Shouldn't it be up to oneself to make a decision about life and death?

But at the moment, they can't help their lives.