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Someone questioned angrily, won the support of others, trapped in a dark cave, cold and hungry, and everyone was in a bad mood.

"We weren't lucky if we knew it was raining, we weren't supposed to come......"

After complaining about the government and scenic spots, everyone began to feel sorry for themselves again.

"Dad, when are we going home?"

The questioner was a little girl of seven or eight years old, who hung her head listlessly and looked very pitiful.

The darkness was unsettling, restless, and after the uproar, the crowd fell into silence.

They didn't know that at this moment, under their feet, they were experiencing a different kind of battle.

To be precise, this is not a fight, but a one-sided individual show.

When the Blood Hawks were still undeveloped in Phoenix Mountain, they opened an underground palace under the Youxian Cave.

The walls and dome of the underground palace are made of bluestone bricks, and there is a hexagonal altar in the center, and in the middle of the altar is a five-foot square.

From the altar to the altar, there are four or five circular pillar-like steps that are far apart, only an inch higher than the pool.

On the altar, there is a long box in the shape of a jade coffin, only about one foot long and half a foot wide.

The coffin is engraved with many patterns, as well as a talisman like a book from heaven, revealing a cold atmosphere.

The whole hall is very quaint, with luminite stones on the dome and a lantern lit every ten steps on the walls.

The dark red liquid in the sacrificial pool churned and emitted a pungent stench.

In front of the sacrificial pool, dozens of people dressed in black were lying on the bluestone slabs.

Just a quarter of an hour ago, these men were kneeling at the altar with fanatical expressions, each with a knife in their mouths.

These crazy people intend to cut their wrists and drip blood into the sacrificial pool, summoning the gods they believe in.

Bai Wanggui came to Phoenix Mountain a day ago, when these people had just finished gathering, and mysteriously sneaked into the underground palace of Youxian Cave from the tunnel.

He followed them to see what they wanted, and when he found out that these people were preparing for the sacrifice, he used a spell to seal the cave so that no more people would be involved.

As for the people who were already in the cave, Bai Wanggui also casually added a protective barrier to them to prevent them from being accidentally injured.

Less cause and effect is the criterion for forgetting to do things in vain.

The entrance to Youxian Cave suddenly collapsed, and after these people were shocked, they still held a sacrificial ceremony as originally planned.

Bai Wanggui intended to wipe out all the Blood Hawk Sect disciples, so he kept silently by his side.

Sure enough, just an hour before the sacrifice began, four more cultists of significantly higher status walked out of the tunnel, wearing black robes and masks with strange patterns on their faces.

The sacrificial ceremony officially began, and Bai Wanggui appeared directly, and with lightning speed, dozens of people kicked the people on their backs and couldn't move.

He shot quickly and ruthlessly, and everyone felt a white light flash in front of their eyes, and before they could react, the person was already lying on the ground.

The four masked men struggled to get up from the ground, and a gloomy voice asked, "Dare to ask who your Excellency is, why did you hurt people for no reason?" ”

The speaker's voice was hoarse, like a stuck old-fashioned cassette tape.

Bai Wanggui rose in the air, flew down on the altar, and pressed his hand on the jade coffin.

"Stop!"

The black-robed man seemed to have been stepped on by the tail, screaming with all his might, and at the same time commanding his companions: "You two, go and stop him." ”

The believers who had been kneeling on the ground to pray saw Bai Wanggui flying to the center of the altar and cried out in horror: "There is a ghost, he is not a human, he is a ghost!" ”

"A ghost has no shadow, he must be a youkai."

The person who had been single-mindedly summoning the gods before, after being beaten for no reason, and seeing such an incredible scene, felt a little fear in his heart.

They had gathered from far and wide, and they were all followers of the Snow Hawks.

It was said to their missionaries that the more religious they were, the more they would be rewarded by the gods they believed in. As long as they succeed in summoning the gods, they will be able to obtain the wealth that ordinary people can only dream of.

Greed made them take risks, gathered in Phoenix Mountain, and spontaneously entered this secret underground palace from the tunnel according to the command of the forum manager.

They seemed to be infected by some strange power, and were completely immersed in fanaticism, and even though the ritual was full of evil, they still picked up the fruit knife, intending to slit their arms and let the blood flow into the tumbling pool.

After being beaten, they came to their senses and looked at the knife in their hands in disbelief.

The voices of the crowd echoed in the empty dungeon, and Bai Forgot turned a deaf ear, and pushed away the jade coffin, which contained a dried infant corpse.

If you look closely, the baby's eye sockets are empty, the nose and ears are cut off, and the limbs are in an unnatural distorted state.

Bai Wanggui sneered, a little fox fire appeared on his fingertips, he waved his hand, and the fox fire fell on the baby's dry corpse.

The dried corpse of the baby, which was originally silent, let out a strange cry when it was burned by the fox fire.

A black mist of gas, floating from the baby's dried corpse, avoided Bai Forget, and sneaked towards the kneeling man on the ground.

Bai Wanggui flicked his fingers, sneered, and used the enchantment to trap the black mist in mid-air, then pulled it back and levitated it on the altar.

On the other side, two masked black-robed men stepped up the steps, and they had just walked to the third or fourth step.

The black-robed man, who had previously ordered the two to act, threw out a small bat-like thing from his sleeve and squeaked over, knocking the two into a pool of blood.

The blood pool couldn't see the depth, and after the two fell in, they didn't even have time to scream, and they died directly.

"Dead man, dead man."

The man who was paralyzed on the ground was trembling and shouting, his eyes full of horror.

They wanted to get rich, but they never thought of throwing their lives here, and watching living people die in pools of blood is too impactful.

After the blood pool engulfed the two of them, it suddenly swelled three feet, turned into a long snake-like pillar of blood, and entangled towards Bai Wanggui.

The black mist in the enchantment, after feeling the breath of the blood pool, crashed agitated in the enchantment.

Bai Wanggui made a few knots in the void, and the blood column stopped abruptly and was frozen in mid-air, violating the principles of mechanics.

"Who is Your Excellency, and why do you want to sabotage the great affairs of my faction."

The black-robed man sacrificed his two companions, and failed to snatch the holy child in Bai Wanggui's hand, and his eyes almost wanted to breathe fire.

The fox fire burned the baby's dried corpse to ashes, and the cry finally disappeared, and Bai Wanggui took out a polished and smooth bone ring and sealed the black mist inside.