Luoyu hurriedly turned around, his heart beating violently, he couldn't believe his eyes!

After so many days, he finally saw a living person! Could it be that he was not far from the place where humans lived?

This person was carrying a bamboo basket on his back, dressed as a mountain farmer, and he was very surprised to see Luoyu, and greeted him warmly: "This little brother, there are not many mistakes in craftsmanship! My name is Liu Er, and I often come to the neighborhood to collect medicine." This area has always been rarely populated, I didn't expect to meet people here, if you don't mind......"

As he spoke, his eyes kept staring greedily at the oily barbecue, obviously attracted by the aroma of the meat.

Luoyu has been a wild man for so many days, he is about to go crazy, and he can't wait more than Liu Er, so he hurriedly greeted: "Seeing each other is fate, you're welcome, please take a seat." ”

Liu Er, the herb picker, smiled heartily, and sat on the opposite side generously, looking Luoyu up and down.

Luo Yu didn't care about this, after all, it was unusual for him to appear alone in the mountains, and it was forgivable to be looked at twice, not to mention that he still had to ask for others, where could he care about this?

Liu Er didn't see it, and immediately ate it, and couldn't stop praising it. The two chatted while eating, from the nearby mountains and rivers to the special products of beasts in the mountains, Liu Er was very proficient in what he said, and Luoyu naturally believed in his identity as a medicine picker.

Hearing that Luoyu appeared here because he was lost, and was looking for a nearby town, Liu Er patted his chest and promised: "There is still a long way to go from here, but my home is nearby, you go back with me today, I will soon go to the town outside the mountain to buy and sell some medicinal materials, and then you can go with me." ”

Luoyu was overjoyed when he heard this, and hurriedly thanked him repeatedly.

After eating and drinking, the two packed up some meat and set off immediately, chatting happily along the way, and unconsciously walked far away. As twilight approached, Liu Er looked at the sky and urged, "Let's hurry up, we'll be there soon." ”

Luo Yu did not doubt that he had him, and quickened his pace to follow, until he stepped into a stone forest with no vegetation cover, and he felt a little uneasy.

It was evening, and the rocks looked very eerie in the afterglow of the setting sun. Liu Er just said that it is almost there, could it be that his family lives in this stone forest? Looking at the appearance here, a slightly normal person will not like to live in such an environment, right? But the scope of this stone forest is not small, is it to pass through the stone forest?

Luo Yu's suspicions became heavier, and they were about to ask questions, when they just bypassed a few giant stone pillars, and a dark and deep cave appeared in front of them, and a strange platform was built with random stones not far from the entrance of the cave, and there were a lot of animal bones and furs scattered around.

How did this scene look wrong, Luoyu immediately stopped and asked, "Where is this?"

Liu Er didn't answer, but showed a weird smile on his side face, and then turned his head and shouted at the cave: "Boss, the last sacrifice has been found!"

As soon as he heard the word "sacrifice", Luo Yu was suddenly shocked and angry, and secretly screamed that it was not good!

At this time, he already understood that it was precisely because he was so close to the mountain that he did not study Liu Er's identity in detail, and he was fooled so easily!

At the same time, he couldn't help but have a grotesque feeling, could it be that this was the location of some kind of cult? But since he had seen the momentum and methods of the two silver-veined grimaces and black-robed men who attacked Jichuan Gate that night, Luo Yu couldn't even have anything to do with Liu Er, who was dressed as a farmer in the mountains, or this humble cave, and the evil monks.

Strange is strange, but Luoyu has no time to think about it, of course he turns around and runs away!

An arrogant laugh came from the cave behind him, "Well done! We found the last sacrifice so quickly, and our great success will be tonight!"

A man burst out of the cave, only to see him jump up and chase after him like a roc spreading its wings. This person is not a monk, but has the cultivation of a mortal martial artist, and his body is not weak, and a few ups and downs crossed Luoyu and blocked his way.

Luoyu has never been the kind of person who is willing to be caught because the other party's skills are higher than his own and the chances of victory are slim. Taking advantage of the opportunity when the person crossed his head and turned around on the ground, Luoyu did not pause or hesitate for a minute, but suddenly accelerated and rushed forward, shooting with all his strength to fight for that little bit of life for himself!

After this period of tempering, Luoyu's martial arts realm has made a great leap, and the shot is no longer a routine learned in the academy, but adapted to local conditions and comes easily. Even the simplest moves, if used properly, can be amazingly powerful!

Seeing that Luoyu's skill was not high, but he had supported it for a long time, and he had not yet been defeated, the martial artist showed surprise in his eyes, and laughed excitedly: "Haha, there is still a little kung fu, and the essence and blood are vigorous, it is really wonderful!"

Perhaps thinking of the big thing that was about to be accomplished, his patience quickly ran out, and he was no longer in the mood to accompany Luoyu. I only heard him roar! Breath came out of his body, bringing gusts of gale with gusts.

Under the full strength of the martial artist, all of Luoyu's methods have become a joke with his profound skills alone. After a few moves, Luoyu could only be carried into the cave by him as a prey.

Luoyu, who has a few kung fu, received special treatment, was tightly tied up and thrown into a dark corner.

Coming here, Luoyu finally understood what it meant to be the "last sacrifice". It turned out that they had already arrested a lot of people, and they were all bound hand and foot, and piled up miscellaneous items and discarded them in this small corner. Some of them should have been the first to be caught, and they could not have been treated well, and they were already extremely hungry and weak. What's more, almost all of his body was wounded, dying, and obviously a resistant.

After leaving Luoyu, the three wicked people began to go in and out excitedly, constantly busy, not even looking at them at all.

Luoyu looked around and saw that some people were sobbing in a low voice, some were discouraged and waiting for death, and some were screaming and scolding hysterically, and it seemed that they couldn't ask anything.

There was only an inconspicuous middle-aged man staring at Luoyu with burning eyes. He saw that Luoyu was quite calm after coming in, and was not as unbearable as the others, so he moved himself over with difficulty, and said in a low voice: "I was arrested earlier, and listening to the conversation of these three people, it seems that I want to set up an altar and sacrifice them with the blood of living people, in order to get the protection of some god, if the gods are happy, accept them as disciples, and give them great benefits." ”

After listening to this, Luoyu became even more confused. After seeing the melee that night, he knew that those powers that surpassed mortals were all cultivated by himself. Even if it is a cult, it is organized and inherited.

In the black qi used to attack the camp of the monks of Jichuan Gate that night, there were also many unjust souls. Although those black-robed people cultivated an evil law, the mana of that evil law was also cultivated, and the demonic spirit was also refined by the evil law, and it was definitely not a sacrifice begging for any god to be able to do it.

Liu Er and the others had not yet stepped into the cultivation realm at all, and they were all ordinary people like themselves, so why did they use the blood of a living person? Who should they sacrifice to? Could it be that there really are gods in this world? What does this so-called "god" have to do with cultivators?

Putting aside this series of questions, Luoyu had to lament his ill-fated journey. He was lucky to survive the melee that night, and survived the savage-like days for more than half a month, thinking that he had finally met a kind person who could help him get out of the predicament, but he never expected that he would stray into a more dangerous situation. If the altar they set up is unreliable, there may be room for resistance, if what the middle-aged man said is true, I am afraid that it will ......