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The sixteen-story altar is under construction, and the central venue is in full swing.

The fierce tigers and bears and leopards are the main force of construction, the rat lady leads the rat tribe to carry the thick forest and countless bricks and stones, and the human tribes and other tribes who are good at delicate tasks are smearing the altar with blood, and under the command of the ancient nightmare girl, they carve one mysterious symbol after another according to the drawings.

Tonight, the land is not peaceful, and every tribe is arresting strong men, which is an order jointly issued by the three major island owners. The enslaved tribes relied on slaves to fill the number, and the number was insufficient to fill the old, weak, sick and disabled tribesmen, and the whole land of sin was mourning and weeping, and screams came and went.

The three major island lords of the God, the True Dragon Soul, and the Headless Corpse gathered, and hundreds of tribes and tribes of the Sin Land converged to participate in the grand event.

"A group of fools with interests in their hearts, when the altar is cast, it will be up to you at that time, and the status of the Lord of the Sin Land is nothing compared to my divine skills!"

The Nightmare Maiden glanced at the three island lords in the distance, and felt a little disdain in her heart, her purpose in coming to the Sin Land was far from being as simple as finding a land trip and becoming the island master.

Just because her cultivation has reached a certain bottleneck, and she urgently needs to break the power of her soul to differentiate herself, she wants 100,000 living souls not to let the clansmen here die, but to make them life worse than death, and their souls are nirvana.

The Ancient Nightmare Girl inherits the mental method of the Nightmare Clan, and turns into a dream silk with a thought, this spell is very special, comparable to the supreme divine art.

She doesn't have a fixed body, so she can only rely on powerful illusions to fight the enemy, but the Nightmare Clan has reached a bottleneck, and if she divides her soul into a dream, she can directly transform into Nightmare Shinto.

By turning her own soul into thousands of silk threads, and fusing each soul thread into other people's souls for dreaming, she will be able to obtain enough nightmare divine power essence from each person, and after refining to the extreme, she will collect thousands of dream threads, and the nightmare magic can be achieved.

The Sin Land is her ninth and final place to land, and if she succeeds, she can do it.

However, this nightmare Shinto is not omnipotent, and it is difficult for a kingdom blessed by the gods to succeed, because the incense faith is divided, and people believe in God very strongly, and they don't give her dreams a chance to devour at all.

And when she fell into a dream, there was a great possibility that the Protector Deity would detect that the incense was devoured, and she was destroyed by other Protector Deities at least Ten Thousand Dreams, failing several times, but also succeeding eight times.

She has been wandering around the mainland and the East China Sea for more than a year, looking for targets one after another.

So in the later period, she picked on tribes with sparse beliefs, and the sin land is a very tempting place, where there is no faith, and strength is respected.

The Ancient Nightmare Girl gave the Sin Land tribe enough benefits to lure, and under the guise of slaughtering people, she constructed a big lie, and everything opened the way for herself.

Praying mantis wants to catch cicadas!

Lu Xing didn't know anything about the ancient manre's own cattleness, but he had already locked his attention firmly on her. He felt that the purpose of the Ancient Nightmare Girl was anything but simple.

Because the two had dealt with each other once, he knew better the greedy nature of the ancient nightmare girl. You must know that at the beginning of the battlefield in Nanjun, he only had a first-class warrior realm, and this woman didn't let go of capturing his soul.

Secondly, his eyes were still on the three island owners.

Lord God didn't know if he had swallowed his soul fire intentionally or unintentionally, he could feel that the outer part of the soul fire had been strongly refined by Lord God's firepower, and only the inner soul fire had not been broken.

This soul fire originally planned to throw stones to ask for directions, but he didn't expect to unintentionally insert willows and actually enter the stomach of Lord God.

This is bound to become Lu Xing's killer weapon, his soul fire is not so easy to swallow!

Time passed quietly, and it was already the middle of the night, and dawn was coming, but no one showed any signs of tiredness, and they were very excited.

"Three island masters, you can start."

The Ancient Nightmare Girl smiled and floated over, the joy on her face not to be concealed at all.

"It's up to you to do everything, and we'll help you according to the plan."

Lord God nodded with his hands behind his back, the true dragon soul did not speak, and the little yellow flower of the headless corpse babbled, and he didn't know what he was talking about.

At this time, behind the three island masters were dozens of beings at the round table, and Lu Xing was also among them, and he was ready to wait for an opportunity to destroy the sacrifice.

Not far away were the patriarchs of the various clans of the Sin Land, their eyes were very hot, as if they saw the ambition of returning to their hometowns and galloping across the East China Sea.

In the distance, the sacrificial creatures were miserable, mostly human races, as many as 50,000 or 60,000 people, who were ruthlessly driven to the altar by the whips of the overseers, and some old, weak, sick and disabled creatures of various ethnic groups were also shouting, but unfortunately even their own tribes did not bother to care.

The land of sin is originally the supremacy of interests, life and death, and wealth in the sky.

Sixteen layers of altars, each layer has more than ten people high, the first layer of altars is a hundred zhang long, the highest is narrower, but each layer is built with a foot-long ravine, there are mysterious patterns, and there is the most blood lacking......

There are also dozens of powerful totem columns on the periphery, which are also painted with inexplicable patterns, the whole is majestic and solemn, and it is chilling to look at it, this is the altar barrier that the three major island lords and leaders of the Sin Land are about to use.

The Nightmare stood lightly on the top of the altar, looking up to the sky and screaming, and in an instant the wind and clouds overhead, the darkest hour before dawn was about to pass.

Lu Xing already knew in the inner hall that these 100,000 living souls were not just as simple as killing and sacrificing, but needed soul power to guide, and the hundreds of ten sin earth giants in the inner hall were the ones who led the way.

Lu Xing waited, and when the time came, he could make a lot of damage, as long as he could make the power of the divine soul overwhelm the heroes, he would be able to contain everyone, and finally summon a mobile castle to crush the sin land, this sin land tribe must belong to Lu Xing, and humanity can be expected.

However, it is necessary to keep an eye on the three island owners to prevent them from jumping off the wall in a hurry, as well as the mysterious Nightmare Girl, who knows what she must be working on as well.

However, now, no one knows that Lu Xing is the last yellow finch.

At dawn, the first rays of sunlight leapt out of the sea level, and the morning glow gradually spreads to the land of sin, and the sea and sky are the color of the sea in the distance.

A thread, piece by piece, a cluster of red morning glow, began to spread the whole area of blue.

"Up!"

The Nightmare Girl roared, and then her entire body turned into ten thousand silk threads, pulling all the slaves to be slaughtered under the altar, directly suppressing their souls and settling in to control their physical bodies.

"Up!"

The entire sky was reflected in the golden gold of the sea and sky, and a hundred thousand slaves screamed and roared, exactly like the words of the ancient nightmare girl before.

Under the altar, 100,000 slave creatures are lined up in three rows, like puppets, step by step on the sixteen-layer altar, densely stacked layer by layer, overwhelming, magnificent.

The sun rose, and the time went on little by little, and a hundred thousand slaves quickly walked up to the altar and sat in it without saying a word, like dead people.

"Up!"

The third word of the Ancient Nightmare girl finally came from the air in all directions, echoing in the air.

Lord God took a deep breath and stepped forward, and the three island lords joined forces with the leader giant to occupy the totem pillar on the outermost part of the altar. Lu Xing also held one of them, and together they imprisoned all the slaves inside.

"Sacrifice!"

According to the previous hint of the ancient nightmare girl, the god merged a trace of his divine power into the totem cylinder, and in an instant, the pattern on the cylinder shone brightly, pulling out a thick divine line, which hit the altar directly, and the 100,000 slaves screamed in an instant, life was worse than death.

The other two island owners also painted a scoop according to the gourd, a dragon-shaped mark flew out from the totem column, a small yellow flower bloomed and hit the altar, and the other giants also exerted their own strength, refining the altar's 100,000 soul power together, and sacrificing together.

On the periphery, the rat lady and the rest of the clan watched in fear, the tiger leader had palpitations, and the bear and leopard leader Xiong Da looked at the familiar face of the second child under the totem pole, and intuitively felt that it was like a different person, not his brother at all, but he couldn't find the slightest reason.

The altar is a furnace, the soul is a soup, and the hundred thousand slaves scream in an instant, as if boiling in the fire. (To be continued.) )