Last time, it was said that Wang Mu came to Chiyao Mountain alone and devoured the Holy Cave, but at this time, he suddenly heard a sound and quickly hid.

I saw a goblin with a dog-headed body sneakily coming to the entrance of the cave, looking left and right with a thief's eyebrows, and then went directly through the cave door.

Seeing this, Wang Mu rushed to the entrance of the cave but was turned away by the thick stone gate again, but this time Wang Mu had a judgment in his heart, this door is a very good one.

Thinking of this, Wang Mu smiled, Wang Mu has mastered dozens of methods to break the enchantment, even if there is no true qi now, Wang Mu still has more than a dozen ways to easily break this enchantment, all of which are thanks to Zhang Yici.

In the world of cultivators, ordinary cages and door walls have no effect at all, and if they want to trap each other, they will mostly choose to use enchantments, so to speak, there are cultivators, there are enchantments.

Wang Mu chose the most sure and easiest method, which was to break the enchantment with a formation, and there were just a few willow trees at the entrance of the cave.

He first quickly broke off eight willow branches of equal length, arranged them into a Eight Immortals Asking Directions Array, and then dripped a drop of blood with a simple spell in the eye of the array.

After a while, a whirlpool appeared on the stone gate, which meant that the barrier had identified Wang Mu and opened a passage for Wang Mu.

Entering the cave, the inside is empty, and the cave that looks not big from the outside seems to have entered another space, which is boundless, surrounded by large and small black holes, just like the strange whirlpool that Wang Mu came in just now.

Suddenly, a long fat guy with a meaty face walked towards Wang Mu, although it was the cool autumn season, he was only wearing a short shirt with a bare chest, a long gray belt tied around his waist, and a black cloth bag hanging on the belt, and his eyes were also pure black, without a little white, which was really weird.

"Haha-" The guy laughed at Wang Mu, his voice was like a thunderous tsunami, thick and loud: "Self-proclaimed smart guy, do you really think you have broken my barrier?" ”

Wang Mu raised his eyebrows, and was not frightened by the other party, and asked rhetorically: "Otherwise?" ”

The fat man said: "Breaking the boundary with the array, a good idea, but unfortunately you guessed wrong, it is not an enchantment at all, but a trap I set, you think you have opened the passage, but in fact you have entered another space!" ”

"Another space?" Wang Mu looked around, looking at the large and small whirlpools around him thoughtfully, and suddenly he seemed to remember something, and said, "Devour!" ”

"That's right, it's devouring, you have been devoured by my devouring sanctuary, I heard that you are now known in the Six Realms, even my indisputable little brother refining souls have gathered souls for you, you kid really has a lot of face, I want to see what changes I will make after absorbing you!"

After that, the ugly fat man jumped into a whirlpool and disappeared, and then the whirlpools in the space became smaller one by one until they disappeared, and Wang Mu was completely trapped here.

Hot! It's as if it's going to melt all the heat!

Wang Mu unconsciously took off the clothes on his body, but he was still hot and unbearable, and his body was sweating like rain in an instant.

"Whether it is a god or a ghost, as long as it is devoured by my devouring saint, it will be melted and absorbed by me in less than three days, don't resist Wang Mu again!" The voice of the devouring saint came ethereally.

After just a while, a large amount of water in Wang Mu's body evaporated, and he gradually felt a little dehydrated and unconscious.

Finally, he still fell, but the moment he fell, a golden light lit up from his wrist and gradually spread throughout his body, like an invisible barrier blocking the melting of the Devouring Saint.

Not only that, the golden light seemed to be slowly absorbing the energy from the outside world, but because Wang Mu was too weak to bear too strong an ability, the energy was absorbed very slowly, and the Devouring Saint was not aware of it.

On the second day, the sacrificial ceremony began as scheduled, Caihe's parents put on a white dress for her, and she was already a beautiful Caihe dressed up as a fairy, if it weren't for Caihe's brain problem, there must have been a lot of people pursuing her.

The villagers crowded around and carried the lotus to the altar, tied to the stone pillar, while Grandma Zu danced and chanted strange spells in her mouth.

And in the crowd under the altar, there is also a figure who is very busy, that is Xiaoqian girl, she asks when she meets people: "Have you seen Ah He?" ”

At this time, people's eyes stayed on the altar, who cared about Ah He's life or death, nodded one after another, and finally Xiao Qian finally gave up, thinking that Ah He was probably going to where he should go, so she was relieved when she thought about it.

Seeing his parents crying under the altar, the simple Caihe realized the seriousness of the matter, and cried loudly, Grandma Zu was also very anxious when she saw this, afraid that this would cause dissatisfaction among the mountain gods.

Finally, the complicated ceremony was completed, and the villagers put bags of newly harvested grain on the altar to worship the mountain god, especially Yang Caihe's parents gave the most food, probably hoping that the mountain god would be able to spare their daughter after enjoying the sacrifice, but they forgot that every year the mountain god would take away the woman and was not interested in the food at all.

The moon was obscured by dark clouds, a cool breeze blew in the mountains, and the dogs in the village barked together as if they had been discussed.

"Let's go home, the mountain god is coming!" Grandma Zu stood on the altar and shouted.

When the villagers heard the noise, they quickly dispersed, and when they returned home, they closed the doors and windows, and did not even dare to light the lights, only Yang Caihe's parents still stood under the stage and called Caihe's name loudly.

"Please go back to the two of you, your family should be like this, it is her blessing to be chosen by the mountain god, why should you be so sad." Grandma Zu said.

"Why is it my family's lotus picking, why isn't it your family's Ye Xunqian! Why? Why is the mountain god so unfair! Caihe's mother was a little emotional, but fortunately, Caihe's father was still a little sensible and endured his grief to pull his wife home.

However, Caihe's mother's words made Xiaoqian feel very uncomfortable, and she was also thinking in her heart: "Why Caihe?" "There are only two people of the same age in the village now, Caihe and Xiaoqian!

Not only that, when Caihe's mother said those words, the careful Xiaoqian noticed a strange fluctuation in her grandmother's eyes, as if she was sad and remorseful.

"Xiaoqian, go home with me!" Grandma Zu pulled Xiaoqian and walked home.

"But grandma, Ah He is gone!" Xiaoqian said.

Grandma Zu didn't stop, but said, "Maybe he's leaving, this is not his home after all!" ”

Xiaoqian sighed, followed her grandmother and ran back home, closing the doors and windows.

The wind was stronger, and the wind from the valley mixed with fallen leaves flew towards the altar rapidly, and the candles around the altar also flickered, as if they would be blown out by the wind at any moment.

The next moment, a whirlwind of devouring saints appeared on the altar, and all the candlesticks around it were extinguished at once, and Caihe was so frightened by the sudden arrival that she cried loudly, like a little girl walking alone at night.

"Little Qianniang, I'm here!" The Devourer said as he slowly approached Caihe.

In the Holy Devouring Body, Wang Mu slowly woke up, and he was also surprised to see the strange golden light emitted from his body.

What a mysterious feeling! Wang Mu only felt that his body was suddenly full of energy, but this feeling was not like what he had been when he had cultivated True Qi before, as if countless huge amounts of information had poured into Wang Mu's brain.

"You're not Ye Xunqian!"

On the other side, when the devouring saint saw Caihe's appearance, he was extremely angry, and a catastrophe was quietly looming in this small mountain village that had no quarrel with the world.

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