"Come on, drink ......"

"This fellow Daoist, you are drunk, please don't continue to drink it, these superb immortal wines, let the poor Dao help you share it. ”

"Come on, fellow Daoists, drink!

"You will definitely be the opportunity for us to become immortals today, but Xiao Shengnian is far better than us in terms of talent and understanding, and I hope you can give me the remaining immortal wine in this pool. ”

"Everyone, I'm not drunk, I can still drink, today I wait, I will not get drunk or return, let us become immortals together. ”

"Hahahaha-"

"The kid who said earlier that we want us to give you wine to drink, you fart, this is a wonderful opportunity, none of you are allowed to rob me. Hahaha. ”

............

The same sound of drinking, the same surging of liquids, the same monks...... They kept repeating what they had already said over and over again.

In this cloudy mist of the aroma of wine, in the wine pond and meat forest that exudes a chaotic atmosphere, these roaring monks are already crazy.

Probably because their voices kept repeating, the twenty or so people who were originally awake seemed to be only a dozen or so left at this moment, less than twenty.

Those people joined the drinking carnival at some point. Maybe it's an unknown reason that makes them change quietly, completely sink into it, and never wake up again.

Or it can also be said that they don't want to wake up, although they are the heirs of the Great Dao and the disciples of the great forces, but seeing what they look like after they have sunk, it gives those dozen people a different feeling.

They feel that these people are typical of practicing crazy exercises. Maybe they can look calm, normal, or even cold at best.

But now, the "liquor" that would make it easy for the monks to get lost in is a sharp stone that breaks their state of mind, it allows them to be unrestrained, to release another self, to release something they have suppressed.

............

And the dozen or so people who remained sober were not without change. At this moment, they are still doing their own things.

The great monk Flo, still showing an extraordinary aura with his gestures, sat cross-legged beside Bai Ye, made a joint shape with one hand, and twisted the five-colored true feather with the other hand, reciting Buddhist scriptures.

And with his pious chanting, his whole body also radiated a golden divine radiance, which was becoming stronger and stronger, steaming, and extraordinary. And the true feather in his hand is even more, with a five-colored divine light, revealing a terrifying atmosphere.

It wasn't a terrifying artifact, it was just a living feather. It's just that the creature is extraordinary, and the feather that Flo got is even more complete, so he is driven by some kind of scripture secret method, as if he can also exert the residual power of that creature on this true feather.

But now from a distance, Flo has become a big Buddha image, quite a bit of the Buddha's reincarnation, simply sacred and inviolable, solemn.

For some reason, no one bothered him when he did this. Neither those who had been lost in this feast, nor the few monks who were awake, had no such meaning.

Especially the lost monks, they all seemed to choose to ignore this Buddha-like figure, and even when they saw Flo with their misty eyes, their faces immediately showed a deep look of disgust.

But this scene is extremely weird, at this moment, the blood mist youth who was drinking alcohol also put down the cup in his hand. With his own judgment, he felt that if he drank it again, he might not be able to suppress the bloodthirsty feeling in his heart.

But he also knew that now was not the time to start the prelude to the killing, after all, it was still unknown whether there was anyone in charge behind the scenes, whether there was anyone manipulating or not, and if that was the case, what he would have to face would only be endless trouble.

Simply, he chose to wait and see.

But he is not the only one who has chosen to wait and see.

The other dozen or so people were like this, they didn't do anything in the face of the so-called temptation and the rendering of the atmosphere.

They just find a corner, wait silently, or do something else in that corner, and those things don't seem to have anything to do with drinking.

There is one more person whose choice is to wait. He knew what was going to happen next, and he knew what was happening right now.

Of course, there is the reason for the parchment scroll that Tsuruha Chenga left for him. That thing was stained with her blood, even if it was a drawing, it was made through some strange secret method, and Bai Ye had a heavy pupil, and he naturally knew the mystery in that picture.

The scene in front of him was called the feast of bliss and the feast of destruction by the Gu clan in the past. It is the most noble sacrificial ritual in the Gu Clan, and its scene seems crazy and weird, but in fact, from drinking to getting lost, and then to some things that will happen next, it is the whole process of the sacrifice.

And there is no doubt that these monks have completely fallen into the sacrifices needed for this Gu clan's ritual. But they themselves don't know what kind of thing this is, and they are still immersed in the spring and autumn dream of cultivating the Tao and becoming immortals.

Compared to other temptations and other factors, they don't want to wake up. Or rather, they are willing to do so, willing to fall into this wonderful dream for them.

But for Bai Ye, when this banquet has passed, it is the moment when he should burst out. Because this feast of bliss was a sacrificial ritual for the Gu clan to awaken some Gu worms, he also had a speculative attitude towards it.

But no matter what, he should have to keep waiting. This time was different from each other, he counted the time. Even today, he had been sitting here for more than six days, and the feast of bliss would only last seven days.

Seven days later, the real battle is due.

No matter what this banquet would wake up, all he knew was that if he needed it, he would just spread his fists and kicks and snatch what he needed back.

After all, among these monks, in addition to the possibility of the Thunderstorm Royal Court, there is also a way to trigger the Heavenly Sin Seal, and he has to deal with it carefully. What he still needs to pay attention to is that Flo, this monk has an extra five-colored true feather in his hand, and he seems to know it.

As a person who went from the late part of that era to the demise of that era, he naturally did not know the person who rose in the early part of that era.

But he also had a dream of returning to the wilderness and becoming a grass all over again, and in that experience he even fought with the owner of the feather himself, except that he could not speak or act on his own.

Because at that time, he was still an indestructible and unbreakable bronze spear. At that time, together with Fan Li, he fought in the entire desolate world.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think of Fan Li...... The figure with a peerless posture. Some people say that his exit is because Fan Li has finally grown old and reached the end of his life.

But in fact, only he knew, it was not because he couldn't beat those witches, but simply because he felt that he was tired, so he paid off a debt that he owed at the beginning, and then disappeared in the years.

............

However, it was such a moment of momentary distraction, and the Feast of Bliss also ushered in its climax. At this moment, in the entire fairyland-like cave, cloud-like lines appeared one after another.

It was a formation pattern, which manifested at this moment, and many white runes were derived, making the aura of the entire cave mansion change.

And at this moment, the dozens of monks who remained awake were even more speechless, and it was obvious that this was a special trap. And they have all become trappers, as if they have been sacrificed to something.

This made them angry and forced them to fight back. But their counterattack didn't seem to have any other effect, only to make this already weird scene more gorgeous.

For example, the golden thunder is like a wild dragon dancing wildly, constantly bombarding those white formations, but it is only a bombardment, those formations are like clouds, and after being dispersed, they will be reorganized in a very short time and change to their original appearance.

And on the other side, such as the Bloodmist Youth, such as the monks of various sects...... All of them evolved their own attack methods one by one, trying to destroy this formation and block its operation.

But everything they did was in vain, but after a few moments, they were still greeted by the manifestation of a functioning strange circle and the madness of countless monks.

Bai Ye was pulled by Hyuna's sleeve and woke up instantly, he looked at the white formations all over the cave, and his face was indifferent.

Obviously, he knew what was going to happen next. A scarlet glow shone from his left eye, and at this moment, his aura changed completely, and a feeling of killing and cold blood arose, surrounding his whole person.

Neither he nor Hyuna had been drinking, so he wasn't worried about any accidents. The key point of this feast of bliss is actually that there is a glass of wine, and when you drink it, you are considered to have entered the battle and become a sacrifice that must be sacrificed.

But in fact, these wines are not wine at all. Although they look colorless and transparent, and the wine aroma is dry, they are a kind of insect blood, and looking at this vintage at night, I am afraid it is also some old blood.

I really don't know how these drinking monks would have felt if they had known the truth.

And in the two worlds that Bai Ye has seen through his eyes, he knows that this kind of wine that is not wine is actually not undrinkable, but it is just that here, it has been cast by people, and it cannot be drunk.

However, these monks in the midst of madness and confusion have no chance of regaining their sobriety, and of course, if they are awake now, they will definitely have the option to continue in this state.

Because according to the operation of the formation, when they regain consciousness, it will be the moment when their bodies burst, vitality and cultivation, and soul sacrifice to refine the formation.

The ancestors of the Gu clan were so vicious, because there was irreversible hatred buried in their hearts. In the past, the Dao Masters of the Desolate Realm wiped out their entire race, and they naturally had already expected that there would be today's scene.

Therefore, this can be regarded as a revenge that has been waiting for endless years. Although this revenge can't hurt the vitality of those Dao Sects, at least it can also explain their attitude.

And at this moment, the painful wails are also filled in the entire cave. The monks who had been addicted to wine were now paying for their actions.

At this moment, they looked like porcelain falling from a high place to the ground, and their bodies were already full of strange cracks, looking strange and terrifying, extremely tragic.

Bright red blood flowed from the cracks in their bodies, taking away the majestic vitality in their bodies. The white array had fully evolved at this moment, and it was constantly operating according to the pre-set technique, showing terrifying power.

"No, I can't die yet......"

"What the hell is going on?"

"Why......? Why?"

............

Their roars were now permeated throughout the cave. And now the cave mansion, where is there still a little bit of the appearance of the cave mansion, when this formation is fully activated, the clouds and mist have dispersed, and everything has already revealed their true faces.

These monks who had been drinking before were struggling frantically at the moment, they were screaming, they were running wildly, they were frantically swallowing pills, and then they were running their exercises, but what they got was what they were going to face in the end—death.

As everything was plundered, their bodies began to dry up, and their skin looked like the bark of a tree that had been weathered by the vicissitudes of life, and it was terrifying.

"No ......"

It was an ordinary monk, and at the moment he was struggling, trying to crawl forward, because he saw a sleeping girl. The girl was about thirteen or fourteen years old, and at the moment she was being carried on her back, and the appearance of a deep sleep was pitiful.

But where can he still have this kind of thought now, what he knows now is that he has a secret technique to absorb other people's vitality to restore his body, and what he thinks about now is to kill her and then restore himself.

But just when his shriveled fingers were raised, his vision became completely dark, and he would never deserve time......

At this moment, the cultivators were crying blood, screaming like songs.

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