"What's going on...... this?"

Ji Baisu was dumbfounded, but at the same time, he didn't dare to act rashly, and his spiritual sense swept around, and he had a general understanding of the scene in front of him.

This is a slightly dark and quaint sacrificial hall, the surrounding walls continue the palace style of the Suquan Ghost King, and there are also various carvings about Rakshasa, but the only thing missing is to praise the heroic deeds of the Suquan Ghost King to resist Suquan, and there are more ...... A glorious omention.

The near-endless Rakshasas worshipped the dark blue flames with a hint of gray color, and the spectacle was far more magnificent than the worship of the Ghost King of the Spring.

If it is said that the ghost king of Suquan may be the worship and admiration of a certain branch of the Rakshasa clan, then the dark blue flame is almost the worship of the entire Rakshasa clan.

In this way, this flame is similar to that of the Gloom...... Or is it called the Dark Fire? It should have a lot of meaning for the Rakshasas.

At this moment, Yuhuang was burning in the brazier supported by the same three blood-red chains, and the old rakshasa knelt in front of him with tears streaming down his face, and found that after the fire was rekindled in the bronze basin of the holy relics that had been silent for countless years, the old rakshasa had recovered from the initial shock, joy and excitement, and put his upper body almost prostrate on the ground, still muttering something in his mouth.

In front of the old rakshasa, there was also a female rakshasa dressed in a plain white robe lying on her back, and the white robe was depicted with dense and strange patterns, and sesame oil and muddy grass were also placed...... The heart is alive, as grand as a sacrifice.

In the blink of an eye, Ji Baisu had roughly understood.

Through the divinity on the copper basin in the palace of the Ghost King of the Spring, he sensed the place where the most powerful summoning to himself was, and then when the spiritual sense covered it, the divinity teleported itself at the same time.

And because of the similarity between the glow and the hellfire, he was misunderstood by the old rakshasa .

"Is that because of the sacrifice, that's why there is such a strong summoning for himself here?, but if he knew that I wasn't actually the so-called Hellfire, he would probably be angry to death, right?"

Ji Baisu said secretly in his heart.

"But I escaped the chase anyway!It doesn't look bad here, the Hellfire seems to be a totem-like thing in the Rakshasa clan, but it's a physical totem, not a totem pole. ”

Knowing the cause and effect, Ji Baisu calmed down for the time being, and at least saved his life.

"However, we have to send this rakshasa away first, and condensing the seven-pole divine body first is the most important thing. ”

Without the shortcomings of his body, his combat power has been greatly reduced, and for him, the Seven Extremes Divine Body is the most important thing.

The old rakshasa was prostrate on the ground respectfully, barely making any sound, and even hiding his breathing as much as possible, as if he was afraid that his recklessness would bring the fire back to silence.

“... Retire...... Forbid...... Transmit... Return...... You're the only one...... Know ......"

Ji Baisu intermittently passed on the fluctuations of consciousness.

While acting as mysterious and unpredictable, it also makes the old Rakshasa feel weak.

The old rakshasa suddenly trembled his shoulders and wanted to raise his head, but with the support of reason, he did not make a rude move, but only bowed respectfully, bent his body and slowly retreated.

"Whew"

Ji Baisu suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, the old Rakshasa just now was about to look up and stand up, which made Ji Baisu think that there was something to show his stuffing.

But fortunately, these rakshasas are unconditionally superstitious and worship the so-called Hellfire, and they dare not question themselves.

All that remained in the dark sacrificial hall was a cloud of blue flames and a dead old rakshasa.

"Otaru. ”

Ji Baisu called.

The Ice Dragon Ball suddenly flew out of the blood veins hidden in the brazier, turning into the appearance of a woman with a light aqua blue veil.

It is almost impossible for Ji Baisu to speak much.

Otaru suddenly opened the frost map in his hand, and then wrapped Yuhuang inside.

"Senior, let's get started!"

Ji Baisu let out a slight fluctuation of consciousness.

Under the cover of the frost diagram, five breaths such as pure fire, water, and wood appeared, and then the surrounding blood qi was also surging towards the frost diagram.

.........

The old rakshasa's face was full of wrinkles, his body was rickety, and he seemed to be unsteady when he walked.

But after coming out of the sacrificial hall, it seemed to have become a little different, and there was an invisible flame burning in his eyes.

When the six warriors of the Rakshasa clan who were guarding the hall bowed their heads to the old rakshasa and showed respect to the head of the clan, they also felt that the patriarch seemed to have become different, with more indescribable majesty than usual.

The old rakshasa Tubu nodded lightly and glanced at the six rakshasas, and said majestically:

"Look at the clan sacrifice hall, no one is allowed to enter. ”

"Yes, Patriarch. ”

Tubu nodded, and continued to walk out, his palms twitching slightly hidden in his wide-sleeved robe, a kind of irrepressible excitement.

"Hellfire...... The supreme fire of the Underworld...... Returned...... It did not turn its back on his servant......"

"The Rakshasa will definitely be liberated from the fate of exile under the inheritance of the Hellfire......"

Tubu, who had walked far away, turned around suddenly, his rickety body seemed to be much taller, and his gaze turned back firmly.

The six Rakshasa warriors were overwhelmed and thought they had done something wrong.

Tubu waved his hand and said:

"I am waiting with you here. ”