Chapter 0320 Tens of thousands of spirit beasts

A moment later.

Yun Qingyan followed Mo Yanyu and arrived at the bottom of an altar.

The altar is made of black rocks, about 100 meters high, and on the top of the altar, there is an animal statue.

It resembles a fox and has a long tail.

But Yun Qingyan recognized at a glance that this was not a fox, but a statue of a weasel.

"What a strange tribe, actually worship weasels......" Yun Qingyan couldn't help but have doubts in his heart.

Even if the weasel becomes a spirit, it is also a notorious spirit animal, whether in the fairy world or in the myths and legends of the mortal world, it is an existence that everyone spits and despises.

Take the world as an example, to describe people who are uneasy and kind, they all use: weasel gives New Year's greetings to chickens, but they are not well-intentioned.

"Yan Yu, leave three drops of blood, after Huang Daxian appears, he will judge whether you are qualified to become an immortal Gu through your blood."

Behind the altar, a scrawny old man walked out.

The old man was dressed in black, and his face was wrapped in a black scarf, making it impossible to see his appearance.

In addition, the old man's body also exudes a foul smell, like a fat man with indigestion, stuffy for several days, and the stench of stinky farts released.

But Yun Qingyan's divine sense swept over.

It was discovered that this scrawny man was not a human race, but a weasel born with a creature.

Innate beings are capable of forming.

But this weasel has a very small nose, an extremely pointed mouth, and ears covered with yellow hair...... The overall facial features are matched, and it is extremely ugly, not like a human at all.

Mo Yanyu looked desperate, and did as the old man transformed by the weasel, pierced his finger with a silver needle, and squeezed out three drops of blood.

"Alright, you can leave, and I'll tell you the results in three days."

The old man gave an eviction order and motioned for Mo Yanyu to leave.

After Mo Yanyu left.

The old man returned to the back of the altar and took out a jade.

Yun Qingyan's divine sense swept over, and he recognized that this was a messenger jade, and within a certain range, people holding the same jade could communicate through words.

"Master, my subordinates have collected the blood of ten young girls, are you waiting for you to come here in person, or will your subordinates send them back?"

The old man said in a respectful tone to the messenger jade.

"I'm receiving a distinguished guest from above, you can send it back first." A moment later, the messenger jade sounded, a hoarse voice.

"Yes, master!"

The old man respectfully arrived, and then his figure broke through the sky and flew towards the depths of Qilian Mountain.