Legend has it that the Blood Flame Sect is a sect that cultivates evil arts and magic skills, gathering all the evil cultivators on the continent.

Legend has it that they are all demons with human faces and beast hearts, using people as a furnace, drinking human blood and feeding on human flesh, and the master of the Blood Flame Sect is a demon who likes to dig people's hearts.

Legend has it that every year they would catch the elite disciples of the three major valleys and return to the sect, and those disciples never left, their bones were gone, and there was no place to bury their dead. And the most frightening thing about the Blood Flame Gate is the blood sacrifice formation that can steal people's cultivation and transfer flowers and trees, and the people who are sacrificed by blood are even more immortal and cannot be liberated from the extinction of their souls.

These rumors, even after three years, have been bloodied by the Blood Flame Gate by Penglai Palace, but they are still vivid and unforgettable.

Now, three years later, that fear is still there.

Gong Yixi walked slowly, playing with a dark red delicate bow and crossbow in his hand, with a hint of a treacherous smile in his bloodthirsty eyes, he glanced at the evil cultivators who knelt on both sides to greet him, and then looked at Yun Tianxun, looked at the bow, and shook his head again, with some regret in his eyes.

Chu Xuanye glanced at Gong Yixi, a pair of peach blossom eyes flashed with doubts, and he quietly tugged at Gu Ling's sleeve, "Gu Ling, didn't you say that Gong Yihui was chased by poisonous bees all over the forest before?" Why didn't it hurt at all? ”

Gu Ling was also full of doubts, he was an alchemist, so he could naturally see that Gong Yihui was not injured, but Gong Yihui was given the medicine to lure poisonous bees, how could he be unscathed? Even with the best alchemist here, it is impossible to recover so quickly!

And......

He also faintly felt that the demonic energy on Gong Yixi's body was even worse than before! March Chinese

Gu Ling and Chu Xuanye glanced at each other, their eyes were full of solemnity, and they both looked at Feng Yu and Yun Tianxun.

Feng Yu's eyes were deep and dark, with a little light mockery. A truly strong person simply disdains to steal other people's cultivation to consolidate and restore his own strength.

Yun Tianxun sneered, and there was a bit of hatred and coldness in Qing Yue's voice: "It's the Blood Sacrifice Formation." There was a smell of blood on Gong Yixi's body, and he should have just used the blood sacrifice formation. ”

Gu Ling and Chu Xuanye's eyes also flashed with a hint of disgust at the same time.

They have all watched "Blood Sacrifice Demon Skill", so they naturally know what the Blood Sacrifice Formation is. This is one of the only remaining magic skills in Yinluo, and it is extremely bloody and brutal. The Blood Sacrifice Formation needs to be opened with blood sacrifices, and then the sacrificer's cultivation, soul power, life force, and spiritual power will be completely burned and transferred to the blood sacrificer.

Of course, transferring other people's cultivation is against the heavens, so even if this kind of evil art exists, the transformation efficiency is very low. This means that the more blood you have, the more people will be sacrificed. It is an extremely cruel and despicable forbidden technique that is intolerable to the world!

Gong Yihui was able to heal old injuries so quickly, and his strength was restored by seventy or eighty percent, and he must have killed a lot of monks, so it was no wonder that his whole body had a strong smell of blood.

Yun Tianxun looked at Gong Yixi, who was stained with blood on her body, her eyes narrowed slightly, and the forbidden technique used by Gong Yihui was what Master Ji Sheng wanted her to pay attention to. This kind of blood sacrifice formation is not as simple as the blood sacrifice formation used by Yu Yuyan to urge the array, relatively speaking, Yu Yanyan is simply a drop in the bucket!

"Little Xun'er, the master of this sect really has to thank you." Gong Yihui walked slowly, stepping on the blood mark step by step, but the blood was not the blood on his body. He said words of thanks, but the ruthlessness in his words was clear, and his eyes were like invisible knives through the clouds, with the meaning of gnashing his teeth.