Seeing their appearance, Wei Wuji had already left behind the two of them just now, and they couldn't save them. He grew up with these two companions, and although his master only took him in, saying that the two were not good at heart and could not be close friends, he always regarded them as close brothers.

His parents died early, his grandfather died of illness, and Wei Wuji had lost too much. He couldn't afford to lose these two companions, even if they never treated him as a companion. He never thought of resisting, and the three of them lived in a mess all the time. Even if the Rakshasa Sect arrested his master, he was only angry in his heart, and he didn't dare to show the slightest bit.

But now it is different, the Rakshasa Sect wants to take everything from him, if he is standing by and cowering, then the same ending awaits him. But can the old man around him believe it?

The old yellow head didn't care what Wei Wuji thought, he just raised his head slightly and tapped left and right. The four people who were hiding in the shadows began the next action.

On top of the altar, two people stand on the left and right of the cage with torches in hand. The leader of the Rakshasa Cult had extinguished the flames under the scepter, and once again he pulled up the scepter, raised it to the sky, and exclaimed, "Rakshasa bless, use the filthy souls of these two people to cleanse us of our sins." ”

The Rakshasa cultists under the altar began a new round of three bows and nine bows, but this time the rhythm was not as intense as just now, and it seemed to have progressed to a new stage.

Just as everyone was waiting for the Rakshasa Sect leader's order, two sect members under the altar suddenly got up, rushed forward, hugged the Rakshasa Sect leader's thighs, and cried bitterly and begged for mercy: "Holy Immortal, please raise your noble hand and let my child go." ”

Only then did Wei Wuji see that these two people were companions, but they had returned to the Rakshasa Sect early and had not seen each other for a long time. Unexpectedly, they were also in the Rakshasa Sect, and they were also under the altar.

The living sacrifice that had been in full swing was interrupted, and the cry above the altar was "stormy", but there was a silent and strange aura under the altar. The leader of the Rakshasa Sect looked down at the two of them, and did not let them be dragged away, but said in a serious voice: "You have all been in the sect for a long time, why can't you let go of Hongchen's obsession? Ordinary bonds will only make you more cowardly, and you will not be able to enjoy the blessings of the rakshasas. ”

Wei Wuji gritted his teeth as he listened, and the eyes of the two of them clearly showed confusion and entanglement, as if they were engaged in an unimaginable psychological struggle. It is really difficult to choose between one's own children on one side and the so-called "faith" on the other. The old yellow head watched it with relish, and the four people in the Lonely Roaring Heights on both sides didn't think about it, and had quietly solved the siege of the sect.

Seeing the hesitation on the faces of the two of them, the leader of the Rakshasa Sect once again said, "I am not going to burn them, but to wash away everyone's sins with their dedication." This is the highest stage of Rakshasa blessing, this is their blessing. ”

The two congregants seemed to be convinced, let go of their hands, and began to bow down on the altar. The leader of the Rakshasa Cult seemed to be very pleased with his verbal demagogy, and once again raised his scepter over the leader, dancing with his hands.

The two congregants suddenly threw themselves at the cage on the altar and screamed hoarsely, hoping to wake up the two in the cage. Looking at their dull gaze, humanity as the only remaining human beings began to recover. This is the instinct of a mother, and protecting her children is far more important than some bullshit "Rakshasa blessing".

The leader of the Rakshasa Sect ended his actions and turned to look at the two of them with a resentful expression. As soon as he raised his hand, the sect member standing next to the cage immediately stepped forward and pressed the two of them tightly to the altar floor, their eyes full of spit. When the leader of the Rakshasa Sect turned around again, his resentful expression changed to a slight smile in an instant, "These two cultists have been inspired by the Rakshasa to cleanse us of our sins together, and we salute their greatness. ”

Drums suddenly sounded on both sides of the altar, accompanied by the brass bells of the crowd, which seemed even more turbid and permeating. It's just that these people are already trapped in it and can't extricate themselves. When the drums stopped abruptly, the remnants of the brass bells still reverberated through the altar......

The leader of the Rakshasa Sect slammed the scepter in his hand to the ground again, and said loudly, "Sacrifice!" ”

With this sentence, the sound of "Huhe, Huhe, Huhe" came from under the altar, which gave the already somewhat infiltrating ceremony a little solemn feeling. Old Huangtou's brows were already furrowed, and he followed the ups and downs of these sect members, and at the same time said to Wei Wuji beside him, "As soon as I create chaos, you will rush to the altar to save people." Don't worry, those four people are right here just now, and they won't put you in danger. ”

At this time, on the altar, two members of the sect had already tied the two "rebellious" people to the pillar next to the cage, and it seemed that they had expected it and had made preparations at the beginning. The leader of the Rakshasa Sect opened his arms and calmly accepted the worship of the cultists, as if he had regarded himself as a "Nine Heavenly God Buddha".

The two members of the sect were not idle, and immediately took the torches and walked towards the bound "sinful people", and then slowly crouched down, holding the torches in both hands, and stretched out towards the firewood that had been prepared. This rather ceremonial action, Wei Wuji's scalp was numb when he watched it, if it was really ignited, then he might not be able to save the two of them.

At this moment, the old yellow head suddenly stood up from the crowd, pointed at the leader of the Rakshasa Sect on the altar, and sneered: "You kid, are you still pretending to be a 'god and Buddha' here to deceive people's hearts, aren't you afraid of being punished by heaven?" After the old yellow head finished speaking, he jumped up, stepped on the heads of the sect members who had not yet reacted, and ran towards the altar.

The leader of the Rakshasa Sect didn't seem to expect such a thing, and after a short panic, he shouted: "This person wants to stop the Rakshasa from blessing, catch him quickly!" ”

This sentence made the confused and overwhelmed sect members instantly "sober" up and found their way, and they all stomped towards the old yellow head's feet, trying to drag him down and crush him into a pulp. But the old yellow head was extremely flexible, bouncing left and right, which made those sect members even more angry.

Seeing that he couldn't catch this "freak" that appeared out of thin air for a while, the leader of the Rakshasa Sect hurriedly turned around and shouted to the two people holding torches: "Burn them!" ”

Instead of using the so-called "Rakshasa blessing" to deify this sinful act, he used the most simple and direct words to end the lives of these four people. The two people in the cage only came to their senses at this time, and they were already in a daze, but when they saw A-Niang on the pillars on both sides, they let out an angry roar and began to struggle.

It seems that even if you are in a desperate situation, you will do a trapped beast fight to fight for that glimmer of life......

It's a pity that people who have been bound, no matter how much they struggle, they can't escape the fate of death. It is as shattered as this troubled world, and no matter how much it is pieced together, it cannot be restored to its original appearance. People are already in the cage, and the "prison word" is difficult to rest.

But these preachers who keep shouting "Rakshasa blessings" may not believe in the power of these words. In this way, they simply want to absorb and plunder the fame, wealth, and vain beauty that did not belong to them in the first place......

Who was born to know? The arms of the two people had been strangled with blood by the ropes, but they did not feel any pain, but became even more crazy, and the madness made people a little moved. This kind of blood and family affection from the depths of the heart, the most primitive, the most sincere, and the most unforgettable, burst out with infinite power at this moment.

In comparison, Wei Wuji's kind thoughts seemed too pale and ridiculous......

Taking advantage of the fact that the old yellow head was stepping on the top of the heads of the Rakshasa Sect members, the corners of his mouth outlined a long-lost banter, but his eyes stayed on the leader of the Rakshasa Sect. The leader did not have the slightest timidity, but glared back, wanting to compete with the old yellow head for a while.

The flames behind him began to burn brightly, but Wei Wuji was still a step slower. As he struggled to climb to the altar through the crowd, the four people from Lone Whistling Heights also appeared on both sides at the same time, as if they had agreed, and the tacit understanding was abnormal. Without any stop, the four of them rushed directly towards the pillar of fire that had already ignited, and saved the two sect members with three strokes and five divisions, which made Wei Wuji breathe a sigh of relief.

But just when the four of them wanted to act again to save people, the two sect members who lit the fire jumped off the altar at some point, pulled hard, and pulled the two cages up. From the cage, which had long been wrapped in flames, there was a heart-rending roar, mixed with swearing.

At this time, the four soldiers divided into two ways, two went to the altar to lower the cage, and the two waited for the opportunity to save people. But the two fire-lit men were desperate and tied themselves to the post with ropes, and could not put the cage down unless they cut the pole.

The anxiety is vividly reflected in this moment, but the sorrow of human nature is also exposed beyond recognition in the next moment......

The two were locked in a cage, but they didn't forget to scold Wei Wuji, blaming him for all this, "Wei Wuji, we won't let you go." If you die when the temple is broken, how can we be caught here, and what kind of Rakshasa sacrifice? ”

"Wei Wuji, you are a wild seed with a mother and no mother, a place where you deserve to die and have no place to be buried......" The two of you cursed one by one, as if in this way you could temporarily forget the pain. The two rescued sect members began to pounce on Wei Wuji, biting frantically.

In the midst of this scolding, they lost their minds and blamed it all on an irrelevant person. It's a tragedy that distorts human nature. This scene made the four people of Lonely Roaring Heights stunned, in their cognition, they should capture the culprit at this time, and then force the rest of the crazy cultists to submit, how could it become like this?

The two rescued cultists, their eyes bloodshot, reached out and tried to grab the cage wrapped in flames, and kept saying, "It's okay, this is soul washing, this is liberation......

The four of them came back to their senses in a brief moment of surprise and immediately turned around and rushed towards the leader of the Rakshasa Sect, but unfortunately they were still one step too late. I saw that the leader of the Rakshasa Sect didn't even take a few steps back, didn't turn around, and directly fell back and fell down to the disciples under the altar. You know, this altar is three feet high, to say the least, and if it falls like this, I'm afraid it will ......

When the four of them chased to the altar, they saw that the leader of the Rakshasa Sect fell into the crowd and was pushed up again in an instant, without any damage. He defiantly made a throat-slitting gesture to the crowd and drowned in the crowd.

Old Yellow Tou watched this person fall, and when he rushed over, he was blocked back by these sect members, so he could only fall into the crowd and play a game of "cat and mouse" with the leader of the Rakshasa Sect......