Blood God Cult!

The controlling sect in this area where Yan Feng is located is the Blood God Sect, and the person who controls it is one of the Holy Sons of the Blood God Sect, the Holy Son Weeps!

As the Holy Son of the Blood God Sect, although the Holy Son Weeping Cultivation is not as good as many elders in the sect now, but because he is the Holy Son, his potential is absolutely certified. net

In time, he will definitely be able to become a hegemon, and even be able to compete for the position of sect leader.

Therefore, even if the cultivation is not enough, as a holy son, he is still photographed and can control one side.

At this moment, the Holy Son is crying, and he is patrolling alone at this level.

In his eyes, there was a black-purple mist.

This fog is not unfamiliar!

Anyone who is controlled by the magic of the heart demon will have such a mist in their eyes!

That's when it happened... A voice came from behind the Holy Son.

"Holy Son weeping?"

As soon as the words fell, before the Holy Son Weeping Man turned around, three black swords appeared from his body, and they shot out in an instant!

However, before the sword touched Yan Feng's body, the three black swords dissipated.

After all... The cultivation of the Holy Son Cry is compared to the strength of Yan Feng.

That is the gap between heaven and earth, and the gap between them is impossible to cross!

The next moment, Yan Feng had already come to him and was close at hand.

A hand was placed on his shoulder in an instant.

"Lend your flesh to use. ”

The Holy Son wept, and there was horror on that face, followed by madness, and there was madness in his eyes, but then there was pain...

However, this pain lasted for three breaths, and then, the severe wind behind him disappeared.

The Holy Son weeps or the Holy Son weeps!

Those eyes still have a faint black and purple mist.

However, the color in those eyes is no longer the original Holy Son crying, the Holy Son crying at this moment is Yan Feng!

At the moment when he controlled the Holy Son's crying, Yan Feng instantly swept his sea of consciousness completely... There was something that surprised Yan Feng.

That's the Son of God... In my heart, I actually love the holy woman who has left the Holy Religion!

And the saintess of the Holy Sect is Ye Shiyu!

"That's even if it's something you can do for Qingyu. ”

Yan Feng took a deep breath...

After sorting out the information obtained from the memory of the Holy Son Cry, in the memory of the Holy Son Cry, Yan Feng knew that all the people who controlled the area needed to enter the headquarters of the Secluded Land once every three days to report.

Yesterday, the Holy Son Weeping had already reported once.

In other words, if you want to enter the Netherlands again, you will have to wait until the third day.

'Holy Son wept', looked up at the sky above the secluded place, the cloud altar, which was still condensing and circulating at this moment.

At this moment, a person from the demon clan trotted towards the 'Holy Son Crying', and his eyes were also full of black and purple mist.

"Humble to His Highness the Holy Son!"

This demon man came up and knelt on one knee, and his words were full of absolute respect.

After all, the Son... This is an existence that may become the next sect leader, so naturally he doesn't dare to wait lightly.

"What's the matter? ”

Yan Feng opened his mouth lightly, and said in the tone of the Holy Son's weeping.

"His Royal Highness the Holy Son, who is about to be sent to the Holy Land, has already selected and prepared the clansmen who need to replace tomorrow's sacrifice, and they are staying at the moment, and I also ask His Highness the Holy Son to go and check it. ”

In Yan Feng's eyes, he thought about it slightly, and found this part of the memory in the mind of the Holy Son.

The cloud altar, sacrifice for spirits!

It is based on the blood of the demons, and it is shaped by this!

I want to borrow the blood power of the sky to break through the chaos, so as to echo the long river of time in the chaos.

Every day, a large number of people die.

So it also needs to be replaced.

Today is the first day, and the people who are sacrificing blood were selected yesterday.

Today is to send tomorrow away.

This demon... It's really ruthless!

Because it is estimated from what Yan Feng knows, when this cloud altar is completed, it will take at least tens of millions of people from the demon clan to die.

Out of one's wits!

After a little thought, Yan Feng walked according to the terrain in the memory of the Holy Son.

After the tea!

This is an empty black stone field, and above the rocky ground, there are only a few simple pavilions, which at first glance seem to have been built temporarily.

And on this rocky land that is thousands of feet wide, there are tens of thousands of Blood God Sect members, all of whom are holding swords to defend all sides.

When he saw Yan Feng coming, he turned sideways one by one and bowed his head to show respect.

Without exception... It's all black and purple mist in their eyes!

This demon's mind-controlling technique... Even Yan Feng felt horrified at this moment.

Yan Feng swept it away, and he could see that on this rocky ground, there were more than a thousand people, arranged in turn.

All of these people have no cultivation.

Obviously, it's all ordinary demon people...

In the eyes of these people... There is a black and purple light, but under that light, it is fiery!

There was a man in a black robe, standing on the strongest side of the group.

As soon as this person saw Yan Feng, he immediately greeted him, and there was no black and purple mist in the eyes of this black-robed man...

"Your Highness the Holy Son, this is the clan that the old man has chosen here. ”

Pointing to this group of demon people, there was pride in the words of this black-robed man.

Yan Feng knew according to the memory of the Holy Son that there were thousands of people in this black robe, scattered in various areas, anyway, at this moment, all the people in the Demon Realm were gathered in this thousands of miles, enough for them to choose.

These people, do only one thing, pick out the clansmen they think are eligible for blood sacrifice and send them to the Netherlands!

These black-robed men... Naturally, he is also the subordinate of the person who presided over the casting of this cloud altar!

These people... It is also the existence of absolute loyalty to the demons, otherwise it would not be granted freedom.

Yan Feng swept over these clansmen, these people were obviously controlled by their minds, and there was not the slightest fear in their eyes, but they were all fiery.

A kind of dying heat...!

"Your Excellency, you have worked hard. ”

"Your Highness the Holy Son, where is it here, you and I are all working for the Demon Lord, why do you have to work hard. ”

The black-robed man laughed a few times, and Yan Feng was crying as a holy son at the moment, so he naturally laughed along.

"Since the people, His Highness the Holy Son has already seen them, then please hand over these people to me and send hundreds of escorts to them. ”

"That's nature. ”

Yan Feng smiled faintly, waved his hand, and suddenly a hundred people walked out from the sect members who followed behind him, standing on both sides of these clansmen who were about to be sent to the blood sacrifice.

"The time for the altar to be erected is urgent, so I won't disturb His Highness the Holy Son here, and take my leave,"

The black-robed man looked at the Blood God Sect members who came up, and he was also very satisfied, and arched his hand at Yan Feng.

"Your Excellency, walk slowly. ”

Yan Feng bowed his hand slightly, and then the black-robed man left with these thousands of people.

Yan Feng looked at the departing people... Sweeping his eyes around again, all the Blood God Sect members, in those eyes, there was a black and purple glow!

Control your mind...!