At this time, he is subject to others, and he can't help but be unserious. I didn't expect that it would be in the hands of these juniors for decades, and if it wasn't serious, it would inevitably end up with a miserable end of "capsizing in the gutter......

The restraints on the neck of the old yellow head became tighter and tighter, and the Rakshasa sect members who were holding the silk thread pulled the corners of their mouths, and were about to sneer, but they didn't expect that their bodies were suddenly dragged forward, and the whole person flew over like a broken sack. He didn't know about these four or two thousand catties of exercises, but he didn't expect that in this case, there would be people who could use them.

The old yellow head had already turned around at this time, and the bound hands and neck tightened the silk threads in an incredible posture, maintaining a delicate balance. The Rakshasa cultists had sensed something was wrong during the flyby, and pressed down before they could get close, trying to regain the initiative.

But how could the old yellow head give him such an opportunity, only to see him cross his hands and then pull, and the silk thread that bound his hands collapsed on its own. Immediately after that, the old yellow head did not retreat, but advanced, and rushed straight towards the man. Clenched his hands into fists on the man's shoulders, unloading his resistance from the force, then turning his head around behind him, and treating him in his own way.

The Rakshasa sect's arm, wearing iron hoops, was pulled up towards the door, and they couldn't move for a while. He squatted down, trying to pull the thread so that the old yellow head could loosen it. This hand has already been calculated, the old yellow head opened his mouth and bit the silk thread, and the silk thread instantly broke under the friction of the yellow teeth, which surprised the other two.

You know, this silk thread made of pure iron is by no means an ordinary sword can be cut, just now the old yellow head is just a trick with force, using silk thread and cutting silk thread, but this is bitten with teeth, it is too miraculous, right? Just when the two of them were surprised, the old yellow head had already bitten the silk thread and circled around the man, and then pulled like this......

The Rakshasa sect members slammed their hands around their necks, their eyes wide with rage, and their mouths open but they couldn't make any sound. The next moment, blood oozed from the junction between the head and the neck, and then the head fell directly uncontrollably, and the body was separated, and he was killed on the spot.

This scene made the other two frightened and angry, and ran out of the beast's backbone again, trying to fight to the death with the old yellow head. But the two men looked at the old yellow man's face with a strange smile, and then their beast was grabbed by the backbone, and then in the same way, they died.

At this time, the people of Lonely Howling Heights were still fighting with the other six people, but the old yellow head did not mean to step forward to help, but took out a dry cigarette and took a few sips, touched the scars on his neck that were still tingling, and muttered to himself: "Isn't this the jade cicada skill of the Western Regions?" Is it ......?"

When he looked at the other two groups of people in the field again, the four people of Lone Whistling Heights had already cleaned up and dealt with all six people. What they didn't know was that the internal strength of these nine people was very different, but they were extremely good at cooperating with the technique of attack and killing, so they used the method of encirclement and killing, wanting to put them to death.

But they missed one thing, this person present was a master of the sixth or seventh order of internal strength cultivation, how could he be afraid of siege and killing?

At the beginning, the old yellow head may have an element of underestimating the enemy, but he wants to find out. I didn't make a move just now, but I also wanted to touch the martial arts of such a person, so as to plan for the next step.

At this time, several people had already gathered around, except for some damage to their clothes, none of the four of them had obvious external injuries, and it seemed that they were still at ease. The old yellow head squatted down and stomped on the soles of his feet to stomp on the cigarette ash, and only after putting away the cigarette stick did he lower his voice and said: "It's not simple to come here, what is used is the 'Jade Cicada Gong' in the Western Regions, it seems that this Rakshasa Sect is by no means as simple as the Penglai Immortal Mountain Branch, and these years of dormancy must be inseparable from the Western Regions." ”

Hades Venerable nodded solemnly, "What the senior said is extremely true, I have already noticed it in the hand just now, but I am not sure, if this is the case, then this living sacrifice will make sense." The other three people in Lonely Roaring Heights glanced at each other, but they were all silent.

I still remember that decades ago, they had the experience of dealing with the Western Regions Evil Sect, and both sides suffered heavy losses, but they both left indelible memories for each other. Then there were many years of mutual non-aggression, coupled with the existence of the Nine Abyss Alliance in name only, the countries were ready to move, and the grievances of the rivers and lakes were temporarily put aside, and they began to secretly stand in line and support the game of great powers.

It's just that now these old things have resurfaced, which is really frightening. The strange body methods of those people, the techniques of killing people, and the medicine of the living people who are crazy are all unforgettable.

After the old yellow head looked around at the five people, he pointed forward, and everyone looked in the direction that the old yellow head was pointing, and they saw the black pressed human head under the altar, rising and falling one after another, as if some kind of ritual was being carried out. The old yellow head didn't speak, one hand compared two fingers, a little east and west, and the four people of Lone Whistling Heights nodded in tacit understanding, bowed in, and disappeared into the ink.

Lao Huang squatted down and ripped off the shirt of one of the Rakshasa sect members and threw it to Wei Wuji. I picked up another set and put it on my body, and then ran quickly in the direction of the altar.

After passing through the narrow path, a wide and flat place suddenly appeared in front of me, surrounded by torches in a half-arc, as I had seen just now. The old yellow head looked around left and right, and keenly caught the four people of the Lonely Roaring Heights hidden on both sides, and then followed the rhythm of the whole thing at this time, and drilled into the sect.

And on the altar, there was a middle-aged man holding a scepter high, and there were words in his mouth, "Heaven and earth are yellow, the universe is desolate, the four elephants are gossip, and the sky is round." All dust is bitter, and it is difficult to be at peace in this life. Rakshasa Pudu, destiny returns. All beings kneel and submit, and the next life will be revealed. Woo la la, slave la la, may all beings be peaceful, may the rakshasa give the next life ......"

Old Huang Tou and Wei Wuji listened to the man's words, and looked up cautiously, only to see that this person was wearing animal skin feathers, and there was no trace of heat in this hot summer, and there was not a drop of sweat on his face. On top of the feathers of the animal skin, dozens of copper bells were hung, making a muddy sound, constantly bewitching the hearts of the sect.

As the man raised the scepter, the congregants under the altar raised their hands and raised them above their heads, and when the scepter fell to the ground, the congregants fell to the ground again, looking pious. The old yellow head didn't dare to make a rash move at this time, so he could only follow the ups and downs of these sect members, and then began to observe the situation around him.

It turned out that behind the torch, there were still dozens of Rakshasa sect members who were the same as just now, but when the old yellow head slipped in just now, these people had already closed their eyes, and they hadn't opened them yet.

When the Rakshasa leader on the altar slammed the scepter in his hand to the ground, the scepter stood up strangely and began to rotate with the Rakshasa leader's hand. If the old yellow head had just now, he would have felt that he was divine, but now he has no other thoughts than contempt and spit.

The mystery of this is inseparable from the thin silk thread, and it seems that this person has perfected the use of this kind of exercise, so that he can use it so handily.

As the Rakshasa leader's hand moved faster and faster, the scepter rotated faster and faster. In a few moments, green smoke began to rise from under the scepter, accompanied by the smell of charcoal burning. When the prostrate congregants asked about the smell, they all became crazy, and their hands began to rise to the sky, trembling.

At this time, the two of them discovered that there were also four bells hanging from the cuffs of these sect members, two on each side, and with the shaking of their arms, they made a muddy sound like just now.

Old Huang pulled Wei Wuji beside him, lowered his voice and said, "Cover your ears, hold your breath and concentrate, don't be distracted by this sound." Wei Wuji only felt dizzy and hot at this time, and he felt like the world was spinning, and he was pulled by the old yellow head like this, so he was a little sober. didn't dare to slack off, covered his ears, and continued to look towards the altar with the gaze of the old yellow head.

The scepter of the leader of the Rakshasa Sect began to burst out with sparks under the high-speed rotation, and soon a flame burst out, and two people on both sides of the altar immediately jumped up and began to dance strangely around the flames. I saw the two of them raise their arms flat, flip up and down, and say obscure incantations in their mouths.

As the scepter stopped, the two men immediately pulled out a torch from behind them, drew the fire under the scepter, and held it high. The leader of the Rakshasa Sect looked around at the prostrate crowd under the altar and said loudly, "Rakshasa bless, tonight you will witness a miracle happen." ”

At this time, Old Huang Tou and Wei Wuji saw clearly that there were two huge cages behind the leader of the Rakshasa Sect, which had been covered with a black cloth just now before they had hidden their traces. At this time, the black cloth on the two cages was torn off by the two people who had just jumped onto the altar, and one of them was stripped of his clothes, and his hands, feet, and head were tied and straightened and hung in them.

Wei Wuji almost screamed in shock, but he was covered by Lao Huangtou so that his whereabouts were not revealed. These two people are clearly the companions who were taken away by the old yellow head just now, and it turns out that the "generous gift" that the old yellow head said is these two people.

Wei Wuji turned his head, his face full of astonishment, but the old yellow head leaned into his ear, lowered his voice and said, "They have betrayed us just now, and now they deserve it, and it is not a pity to die." Hearing the old yellow head say this, Wei Wuji was already a little difficult to accept, even though these two people no longer cared about his life or death, he would never give up the lives of these two people and ignore them.

Seeing that Wei Wuji wanted to get up and do something bad, the old yellow head pressed his other hand on his shoulder and said again: "It's okay, take a look first, and then go and save them later." By the way, among these sect members, is there your master? ”

"I didn't see the face, but I shouldn't be here." Wei Wuji got the promise of the old yellow head, his mind calmed down a little, and he slowly spoke after stabilizing his mind.

"Then this is interesting, I'm afraid this is not the main altar of the Rakshasas, but only an altar for their preaching. I'm afraid it will take a lot of effort to find your master. However, this is not the time to be impulsive, and remember, do what I tell you to do. The old yellow head said at the end, his tone gradually became cold, and it seemed that he wanted to serve this group of rakshasas.

Wei Wuji nodded lightly and looked at the altar again, the two of them were completely sluggish, and there was a lot of feces and urine between them......