When the words fell, a strong force wrapped Ning Yi and Yun Qingyan. The moment before they were taken away, Ning Yi quickly took away a white paper book that was almost buried by weeds under the bloody grave.

I don't know how long it took, but the powerful power that controlled their bodies suddenly withdrew. When the two of them opened their eyes again, they looked up and saw countless corpses all around, and the earth-shattering cries echoed in their ears.

Ning Yi clasped his palm hard, restrained the restlessness in his heart, and tried to calm down before he raised his head and carefully observed the surroundings.

I saw that not far from them was a high altar made of white jade, and the dozen or so white jade steps under the altar had all been completely dyed with a piece of golden red.

It was a pure white color, but at this moment, it was particularly dark and evil.

Ning Yi and Yun Qingyan stood under this high altar, surrounded by groups of bound Qing clansmen.

Masked men in black would be dragged to the altar steps, brutally killed, and then let their golden-red blood flow into the sacred pool next to the altar.

In the holy pool, a pool of divine blood was poured into the sky, and the sky was filled with a rich bloody aura, which was also mixed with a black resentment that was almost about to turn into substance.

All the souls that were killed, not reincarnatable, were killed at the bottom of the pool in this way.

Huge numbers of people died in such a tragic way, and they will never be able to live again!

After killing all the ordinary people of the Qing clan, the only man in white standing on the altar lowered his head slightly, looked down, and gestured to all the black-clothed people under the altar.

The man wore a white mask with a solid tail feather pinned to it.

Because the man wears a mask, he does not see his face.

It was only after the man's order was given that the man in black quickly began to kill those Qing clansmen who were responsible for cultivation but had been imprisoned.

Because these people have achieved cultivation success, their divine souls have awakened. And their divine souls played an important role in the final step of the transformation of the holy pool, so the man in black used a more tragic way than the ordinary people he had just tortured and killed, to kill these people one by one.

Countless wails and cries shook the hearts of Ning Yi and Yun Qingyan, seeing this miserable scene, Yun Qingyan's heart was more like adding a raging rage, unable to restrain it. The hand attached to the cuff was tightly clenched, and he was about to raise his foot and step out, but Ning Yi grabbed his wrist tightly.

Feeling the hand that grabbed him, his palm was already soaked with sweat, Yun Qingyan suddenly seemed to be woken up by a basin of cold water, and his calmness and reason returned to his brain again.

What they see now is the scene of the entire Qing tribe being designed to sacrifice tens of thousands of years ago.

No one can forcibly stop what has already happened!

Even if he wanted to save these people now, he was powerless. On the contrary, because of his reckless actions, they may be forced to face more unknown things.

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In this way, he and Ning Yi have been standing here, watching the tragic events of the past repeat themselves again, and they can't do anything.

It wasn't until all the Qing people present were killed that the body of the white-clothed masked man standing motionless on the altar moved slightly, and a pair of purple eyes behind the mask were particularly gentle, and he looked down at the place that was completely rendered in a golden red color, and it took a long time to slowly walk down the steps from above.