This must be the mysterious Black Water Priest.

Nan Ming tilted his head and glanced at the other party curiously, but he didn't find out what was so attractive about this "priest lord" who made both the city lord of Lancheng and the demon girl of the hat fearful.

If there is something special about it, it may be that this slightly larger ant has an indifferent fanaticism on its face.

The surface is cold and serene, but the inside is like a demon arrogant......

This kind of awkward expression, he had seen a lot on the faces of the fanatics who had followed him a long time ago. Those guys can often skin and tear themselves out without changing their faces, just to get a momentary gaze from him, and be willing to eat it.

He couldn't help but be even more interested in the legendary Huangquan Dao Master. To be able to train such a pious subordinate must be an interesting guy.

The Blackwater Priest threw away the head of the Hatsmaiden, allowing blood to flow all over the ground.

Faced with the strange corpses in this place, he just glanced at it hurriedly, and his face did not change at all: "Where is he?"

This "he" asked the original Lancheng City Lord, Nan Ming naturally knew, but instead of answering, he asked: "I think I acted seamlessly, how did you find out?"

"He has the puppet worm I planted. ”

"I see. ”

Nanming suddenly realized that it was not his acting skills that were wrong, but that he was not completely disguised.

No matter how well he imitates his appearance, the inside is always different, just a skin. If someone could cut him open, they would find a deep horror inside.

He thought of the Zimu Gu that Baicao Zhenren used to control the people of the Medicine Mansion, and he didn't know if it was the same thing as this puppet worm.

"It's time. ”

The Blackwater priest didn't care. For him, as long as the sacrificial ceremony went smoothly, it didn't matter who the sacrifice was.

He turned and walked out of the hall, black butterflies flying out of his cuffs like dead leaves, and they spread in all directions. When they touched the gray miasma, they turned into stardust and fell, seeping into the deepest depths of the earth like quicksand.

Several Divine Ability Realm masters who had not yet landed suddenly palpitated in their hearts, and they all turned around and looked back.

However, it was too late.

The formation that had been hidden and buried underground in Huangquan Dao for several years had been completely activated. The water around the city was full of blood, and it became thicker and thicker, and soon became a river of blood that was connected from end to end.

Among them, the blood was boiling, the smell was permeated, and the water was crawling out of the water one after another, one after another, climbing up the city wall like an ant tide, gathering towards the center.

Countless houses were destroyed along the way, and several low-level cultivators who were running slowly were caught up, and in the blink of an eye, they disappeared into the surging corpse tide, too late to struggle or scream.

The shuttle that was shot down by the nine doors was also instantly overwhelmed by the tide of corpses, and the monks inside resisted desperately, but the dazzling spiritual light only flickered for a moment, and then it was completely extinguished.

A moment later, Chen Zhen, the master of the Nine Gates, took the only remaining disciple of the Lingshu Realm and escaped with the light.

The disciple was attacked by miasma in the air, and his green tendons suddenly appeared and turned into a living corpse, Chen Zhen was so shocked and angry that he had to throw it down, but he was still torn off a piece of his shirt.

He flew back to the City Lord's Mansion in embarrassment, like an enraged trapped beast, his eyes were red, and he gasped for breath.

"Thief-I, Chen Zhending, won't wait for you to rest!!"

"Lord Chen is angry and mourns for the time being. Now that we are trapped here, it is only right that we work together to find a way out. Changchun Zhenren said.

Until now, they still don't know who is setting up the game and how to crack it.

However, they soon had no time to think about it, because with a flash of landslide and earth cracking, the City Lord's Mansion collapsed violently.

Several deep cracks in the spider web-like ground cracked open from the center, and the water of the blood river poured in, gathering under the ruins of the city lord's mansion, forming a pool of blood.

In the solemn gaze of everyone, a hexagonal altar rose in the blood pool, and the priest in black robe fluttering like a ghost stood on the platform, and two corpses lay at his feet.

Zhang Futian recognized at a glance that one of the corpses was the demon girl who had fought with him just now, and was now in a different place, while the other person was actually the city lord of Lancheng who had been considered dead from the beginning.

Now I'm motionless, and I'm still dead......

"Who are you?"

He asked in a deep voice.

But the black water priest glanced at him, and seemed to disdain to answer, but with a wave of his sleeves, he saw the blood gushing out from the cracks in the ground, turning into a giant palm and slapping down.

Like swatting mosquitoes, he instantly grabbed the five supernatural powers in the palm of his hand and pinched them into a cloud of blood mist.

They couldn't believe that they had no power to resist, and they didn't even have time to be frightened, so they died tragically on the spot.

On the hexagonal altar, the "Dead Arashi City Lord" secretly opened one eye and saw the Black Water Priest indifferently collecting the blood mist, dividing it into five balls and spilling them into the grooves of the five corners.

Then with another wave of his hand, the corpse of the demon girl on the ground instantly melted, turning into liquid and gurgling into the sixth corner.

The array pattern on this altar is only six corners, all of which have been filled, is it superfluous?

Nan Ming thought to himself.

But I saw that the essence blood was tumbling in the hexagonal groove, flowing along the formation to the center. The Blackwater Priest's footsteps were silent, dragging Nan Ming's body and throwing it over, and then inserting a finger into his eyebrows.

- Huh?

The priest's indifferent face showed doubt, for there seemed to be a momentary pause in his fingertips.

But this feeling came suddenly, went faster, and the next piece went smoothly, so that he only felt that he was too careful.

Watch as the body of this last sacrifice gradually turns into essence blood, flowing into the hollow in the center of the altar, leading straight to the unfathomable depths of the earth. The Black Water Priest slowly breathed a sigh of relief, so far what he could do had been done, and the rest depended on whether the underground demon god would respond......

He stood on the high altar, looking at the tide of corpses rushing in all directions, and his face showed a trace of excitement and intoxication.

The Taoist master has planned a hundred years of major events, and finally completed the tip of the iceberg in his hands.

In this large array surrounded by Lan City, he is almost invincible with the eyes of the array. The same existence of the Divine Realm cultivation could not breathe under him, and even if there was a great power to enter the Holy Realm, he would have the confidence to maneuver for a moment.

At this moment, some low-level monks in the city who were still alive could not threaten themselves at all.

I don't know what the situation is in other places, but it's really going well on my side. This timid and fearful city lord really lived up to his expectations, and after just a little fright, he cooperated extremely much and obediently helped him complete the whole plan.

Now that the tide of 100,000 corpses has been formed, as long as the demon god awakens, it will be an immortal and immortal army.

And such an immortal master is constantly being bred all over the Wind Sword Continent, and when gathered together, it is enough to cover the sky and sweep thousands of miles. They will grow like a snowball, more and more, and when the Tianque side reacts, they can no longer stop their footsteps.

"The form sinks into the dirt, and God returns to the pure kingdom. Huangquan Road is near, and the death is blissful. ”

He muttered to himself.

There was fanatical devotion in his eyes.