Hearing his brother's words, the thin old man didn't care:

"Big brother, I didn't say you; The matter has come to this, what is the use of sad spring and sad autumn! Don't mention anything else, just one point: If it weren't for our clan and this city through killing, how could you and my brother have the cultivation they have now?! ”

Speaking of this, the smile on the thin old man's face was slightly astringent:

"There is no way in the world to have all four corners!"

He was stunned for a moment, and after a moment, the burly old man with gray hair laughed at himself:

"What my brother said is that I have a bad plan."

His eyes were slightly dazed, thinking of the bumpy years in the past, the old man's tone couldn't help but sink a little:

"I'm waiting for ghost cultivation, but I'm not tolerated by the Heavenly Dao. This pure land also depends on the gift of the Ten Truths of the primeval times; Today's cultivation is also snatched from God by us hand and foot; ”

Raising his eyes to look at the butler who was trotting all the way towards him, he exhaled a heavy breath of turbidity, and his determined expression returned to the burly old man's not cloudy eyes:

"Since the sky has nothing to support me, why should I think about repaying the sky!"

……

……

"There's Lao Zheng enshrined here!"

Leaning forward, the burly old man solemnly hugged his fist at the long-bearded Taoist priest who looked like a young man in front of him.

"Brother Yuan Zuo doesn't have to be polite!"

Sweeping away the dust, the young Taoist turned sideways to avoid it:

"The trail will guard this door."

He saluted the young Taoist priest again, raised his eyes to look at the strict arrangement around this small courtyard, and after a slight hesitation, Zhao Yuanzuo held a formation plate in his hand:

"Up!"

"Boom!!"

With a low rising and falling sound, terrifying fluctuations overflowed, and a purple-black semicircular array rose from the ground!

"Hmm, even a half-step Divine Venerable must be enough to block it for a moment......"

Stretching out his hand to feel the powerful power of this Seven Absolute Demon Array, Zhao Yuanzuo completely relieved his heart.

Leaning over and picking up Zhu Liu and Tu Shanlan, without hesitation, the burly Zhao Yuanzuo strode towards the courtyard.

——————I'm the dividing line—————

At the same time, in the dry prison that had become a mess, looking at Xie Weizi, who was persistently searching every inch of the ground, the three monks couldn't help but look at each other.

"Ahem, Great Monk;"

I really couldn't hold back the curiosity in my heart, and Ma Yu secretly transmitted to the tall and thin monks beside him:

"Don't you always answer questions from the faithful? What's going on? ”

"Amitabha."

Hearing Ma Yu's transmission, the tall and thin monk replied with a Buddha name:

"Ma Daochang, although the little monk is mostly answered by people, he can be ...... In the matter of women, I don't know the details, and it's hard to beak. ”

"Alas...... It's a mess; ”

Seeing Xie Weizi's face full of lost soul and gently wiping his sword stained with demon blood, Ma Yu had no choice but to smack his lips helplessly:

"Originally, I wanted to ask my apprentice who didn't want to become a monk to marry the niece and nephew of the Xie family; Anyway, the Purple Void Sect can't help but get married. Now it seems...... Let's forget about it first. ”

"Amitabha;"

Hearing Ma Yu's statement, another Buddha horn came from the monk:

"Ma Dao Chang has the beauty of an adult, and the little monk admires it."

"Yes!"

Covertly rolling his eyes at his old partner, and after pondering for a moment, Ma Yu once again transmitted to the monk:

"I said the Great Monk;"

"Amitabha."

"In your opinion...... How many of those little girls are likely to survive? ”

"Amitabha...... The little monk can't say it well; ”

The monk's voice hesitated slightly:

"Based on the talent of the Suzaku clan, she should have a chance of surviving more than eighty percent; However, you and I both know that before this, the old demon had sealed the spiritual power in her body; Add to that the possible injuries when traveling through space......"

After hesitating again, the monk gave an answer:

"It should not be more than forty percent."

"Hmm......"

Listening to the monk's analysis, gently rubbing the sword in his hand that had been restored to cleanliness, Ma Yu nodded thoughtfully:

"Monk, tell me about it; How will we reply when we go back? ”

"Amitabha."

After listening to Ma Yu's question, he raised his eyes and glanced at Ma Yu, and the tall and thin monk bowed slightly:

"On top of this, presumably Ma Daochang has already made up his mind."

"Huh-"

Looking at Xie Weizi, who seemed to have discovered something in the distance, Ma Yu shook his head and smiled:

"It's not about being confident, it's just that I'm a little unaccustomed to the practices of some old guys; If that little girl can really be fine......"

Using his divine sense to covertly sweep the dark fragment in Xie Weizi's hand in the distance, Ma Yu's gaze was deep:

"It's a blessing in disguise to be able to get her out of the presbyterian council this time."

"Let's go, junior brother!"

Knocked on his own junior brother who was wandering outside the world with the hilt of his sword, chuckled, and with a cloud under his feet, Ma Yu turned around and walked towards the outside of the dry prison:

"It's all done here."

——————I'm a dividing line——————

In the vast hall, some seemingly chaotic dark red lines shimmered in the dim space.

"Three hundred witch spirits;"

Gently unscrewing a pitch-black soul bottle, Zhao Yuanzuo carefully poured the soul in the bottle into the dark red lines.

"Hoo ——!"

It was like water in a pot of oil, and in an instant, the originally dim lines burst into a raging dark red flame!

"Three Hundred Ghost Clan Spirits ......"

The serious expression did not slow down a little, and without stopping in his hand, Zhao Yuanzuo poured the souls in several soul bottles into the lines of the sacrificial array in a row:

"Three hundred demon demons;"

"Three hundred corpse clan spiritual fire;"

"Three hundred human souls!"

"Buzz ——!"

As more than a thousand souls were poured into the circle, with a low trembling sound, most of the lines in the circle were lit up one after another.

"Yuan Yan!"

Staring at the sacrificial circle that had begun to operate in front of him, Zhao Yuanzuo let out a deep sigh.

"Smack!"

Hearing his brother's call, the thin Zhao Yuanyan patted his hands lightly:

"Crunch—"

With a crisp sound, the lid of the ice coffin was automatically lifted, and Zhu Liu, who was still unconscious, rose from the coffin.

"Click——!

With a soft sound, Zhao Yuanyan pointed like a knife, and directly slashed Zhu Liu's wrists!

Blood is surging!

"Sacrifice!"

With a soft shout, the pale Zhu Liu gently landed on the altar in the center of the large array, which was hidden in the firelight.

His fingers quickly changed different spells, and after half a moment, seeing that the flow rate of Zhu Liu's blood was gradually slowing down, Zhao Yuanzuo suddenly let out an angry shout:

"Burst!"

"Buzz ——!"