North of the Yellow River, in a wild wilderness, a man walked forward with his hands in hand. This man was tall and strong, with powerful hands and a bronze mask on his face, which was a copper sacrifice. In this wilderness, there are grass, cows, wolves, and birds, but there are few human beings. Wild wolves haunt the grasslands like a predatory cloud. In this wilderness, civilization does not exist, the weak eat the strong, and it is primitive and bloody.

With a click, the bronze priest broke a rib with one foot. The bones were still fresh and fishy, but the marrow where they were broken was gray and withered, as if it had been weathered for three or five years. And this kind of bone overflows on the left side of the road, one after another, hidden in the green grass, stretching far as the eye can see, making people feel chilled to see it.

There was a road in the whole wilderness that was not a road, and there was no artificial paving, just traces of being pressed out by the wheels. But the mark sank deep into the mud, and looking at the width, it was a vehicle unique to the vehicle used to transport prisoners and other people.

Slippery, the neighing of horses could be heard in the distance. I saw three or five knights galloping on horseback, shouting and screaming all the way with a frightened expression, and the wild wolves of Gain actually set their sights on them as prey. These knights were fierce, wielding their swords and fighting with all their might, but they could not keep up with the hundreds of wolves. They saw the copper sacrifice from afar, and rushed towards it with all their might as if they had met a savior.

But the copper sacrifice was unmoved, neither to rescue nor to move his feet, but just watched quietly.

Watch the wolves catch up.

Watch the horses fall.

Watch the knights fight and shout for help.

Watch as the knight is pounced on by a pack of wolves, biting his throat, slitting his belly, and eating it.

He didn't say a word, just watched quietly. The breath is as peaceful and cold as the winter sky.

"It's so ruthless. A mocking voice reached his ears. There was no second person within three or five miles of the vicinity. The sound was clear and smooth. Obviously, there is an extremely extraordinary internal cultivation: "As an immortal god to teach bronze sacrifices, but you turn a blind eye to the suffering people, you are really qualified for this sacrifice——"

The copper sacrifice was unmoved, but continued to walk around, as if he had just stopped to look at the scenery. It seems that in his opinion, the weak who can't even reach his side are not worthy of his rescue.

The wolves bared their teeth in protest against him, but instinctively feared. Finally, it flashed to the sides like a tidal wave, avoiding his path. He shrank into inches, and stepped out as if slowly, and after a while, he turned a col and came to a palace and temple-like building. He turned a blind eye to the guards, and there was no need to pass it on at all, and the bronze priest carried his hands behind his back and went directly into the hall and into the hall.

And in this hall, there was a person on a high seat, who was not surprised by the arrival of the copper sacrifice. The man was thin and short, like a dry old man on the verge of death. But the breath is really not weak. In particular, the face of this person also wears a bronze mask with a slightly different style. The tone seemed to be smiling, and the voice was the person who transmitted the sound before: "How about the taste of the Kongtong faction's seven wounded fists? One punch and seven strengths, all seven are injured, can make you not show up for so long, the head of Kongtong is also fighting, it's a pity that you didn't die-Lao Qi." ”

"Seven wounds, not bad. But today's Kongtong is still a little behind. The seventh-ranked copper priest strode to the top, sat down safely with a swing of robe, his voice was thick and calm, and he didn't see any signs of injury, just chatted casually and said: "Tong Liu, there are suddenly more wolves here." ”

"There are many wolves because there is more meat. So many people were sent, so many people died, so many corpses were thrown out, and naturally there would be so many wolves to grab food. The sixth bronze priest didn't care, and then snorted and laughed: "However, the old Taoist priest you found under your command is really interesting, and there are really a lot of tricks, so that all the warriors under my account have grown their skills." ”

"Yes," the seventh bronze priest said noncommittally, "It seems that you want to help him regain his pure emptiness." ”

"Hahaha, what kind of pure emptiness, that kind of petty family spirit thing will be extinguished when it is extinguished, what is the reconstruction? As long as my son is strong enough, I don't care about other trivial things!" The sixth bronze priest suddenly looked at the back of the hall and said with a low smile: "It's here." ”

A burst of human voices came from behind the hall, and the people of the Central Plains couldn't understand it, but the seventh copper sacrifice could hear it clearly, and it was discussing how to make people lose their hearts and souls faster. Roughly speaking, it is all torture, and some are even sensational.

"It's still a way for the master to lose everything, that girl was so stubborn yesterday, what true spirit is hard to destroy, it's not for the master to clean it up at once. ”

"The next time you meet you, you'll be like a guru. First cut open the stomach, grabbed out the piece of October meat, and then pointed to stop the bleeding, so that she could live and enjoy the means of our waiting. ”

"Then throw the October meat into the oil pot and take a hot oil bath, not afraid that her heart will not be lost!"

"If you use hot oil, it will be fried in a moment, and it will not taste very good. Why don't you use boiling water to make the meat howl in October? When it was cooked, I waited for her to eat it in front of her, and even forced her to eat it too. Hmph, if you lose your heart and destroy your soul, won't you be able to catch it?"

"Haha, it's still the wisdom of the eldest brother, but the younger brother is not as good!"

With a commotion, a group of people walked into the main hall. These are all a group of sturdy men with their hair scattered and their breasts exposed, but in broad daylight, there is a ghostly smell and a fishy smell of blood, which makes people reluctant to approach. They all wore black iron masks, with various fierce beasts as patterns, and the leader wore a wolf's head mask, and the "big brother" just now was him.

This group of people is the henchmen of the Sixth Bronze Sacrifice.

The Sixth Bronze Priest nodded with satisfaction, and said in a way that showed off: "How, compared to those Golden Horde Blood Warriors, who are still old men's Shadow Tooth Iron Guard!"

The Golden Horde Blood Warrior is the guard of the Great Khan's Tooth Tent, which is now the Praetorian Guard of Yuanmeng, and it must be a master in the army. With his own henchmen secretly comparing Kublai Khan's guards, the sixth bronze sacrifice can be regarded as a wild speech. But the seventh bronze sacrifice didn't seem to hear it, and his tone didn't fluctuate in the slightest: "What happened to the Hundred Losses Dao people." ”

"Hmph, that's a long question. The sixth bronze priest was dissatisfied: "You were the one who brought him here, you were the one who brought him two feet of sheep, and you were the one who built a mountain of human heads behind him." Now that the ghosts are so angry that even the wolves don't dare to approach, will you not feel it?"

Indeed, there has been an astonishing dark and strange aura radiating from the mountain behind it. It is that when ordinary people don't see anything, they will subconsciously not want to get close and just want to escape. It is impossible for a master of martial arts to leak that breath. It is an energy that is the opposite of all life, and anyone who touches it even a little bit will fall into infinite suffering. There was a wailing of ten thousand souls in that energy, rising and shrinking all the time, as if there was a peerless fierce ghost swallowing the Nine Yin Qi.

Faced with such an aura, almost anyone will be frightened.

"Oh?" said the sixth bronze priest in surprise, "It seems to be done!"

I felt that the breath suddenly shrank, as if the sky had collapsed, and it instantly condensed and collapsed from the state of ten thousand ghosts into a dark and obscure point. Then, the breath moved, flying faster than anyone could imagine.

In front of the temple gate, wolves gathered, and these hungry wolves, who had not had enough to eat, made the guarding samurai nervous. They wait here every day for the corpse and eat it. But there were no corpses thrown today, so they stared at the guards at the door with bad intentions, as if considering whether to risk killing and hunting for living creatures. But only a sharp chirp was heard, and the dark aura instantly crossed the sky above the temple and flew over the wolves.

Boom, the wind rose, and a roar came from mid-air, like a ghost crying: "Xuanming Divine Palm!"

A large dark cyan handprint fell from the sky and instantly slapped in the middle of the wolves. With a click, a dark cyan seismic wave spread in all directions. The samurai at the door couldn't help but cover his face with his hands, only to feel the pain of the debris hitting his body. When Yiqiē subsided, he put down his hand and looked up again, only to see that the group of hungry wolves had all died.

In the middle of the wolf pack, a large palm print with no grass was struck, and there was only a piece of blood and mud in the palm print. The wolves outside froze there one by one in a frightened and evasive manner, as if they had been drained of their lives in an instant and turned into dried corpses. With a snap, a large number of wolf corpses suddenly shattered, and one by one they turned into slag with a faint dark green breath.

The guards were dumbfounded, only to feel that this was not something that humans could do at all, it was completely a ghost method.

Well, it was as if a ghost had flashed, and a person wearing a hundred damage Dao appeared in the hall like a flash. He wears a hood, and his skinless face looms in the shadows, which is terrifying. A large amount of dark green aura emanated from his body like evaporating water vapor, and his true qi seemed to have completely mutated into this dark green evil qi.

"Okay, good, good, good!" The Sixth Bronze Priest stood up and stroked his palms and praised: "With the support of my Immortal Heavenly God Sect, Mr. Baiyi, you know the benefits now." As long as you can prove your sincerity and complete the test, with Mr. Baiyi's cultivation, you can squeeze someone down and become a formal sacrifice. At that time, the power will be in hand, and the resources that can be enjoyed will naturally be more than today. ”

When he said the word "someone", he didn't hide anything at all, and looked directly at the seventh copper sacrifice, obviously the relationship between these copper sacrifices was not so good.

In the face of such a provocation, the seventh bronze sacrifice was unmoved, and his tone was still as indifferent and condensed as the winter sky: "Hundred losses, there is still some short." ”

"It's not even close. Like a ghost's breath, Bai Yan spoke: "The yin and yang of life and death are extremely changing, and the creation is unpredictable. The old man is born with a reverse physique, seeking yin with a yang body, accepting a dead soul with a living person, and seeking yin in yang to break the sky. Now the yin qi is sufficient, but the last step is missing - turning against yin to yang. I also need a person who cultivates to the level of masculine and rigid internal strength, preferably a woman, and even a man who is really not good. (To be continued......)

PS: I'm guilty!I just found out that I forgot to click "Publish Now" after last night's transmission...... In order to atone for my sins, I decided to write another chapter at once~~