Before Chu Lan left, Cherry trotted out and took a piece of red cloth to wrap around him and make a simple cloak.

Cherry said, "It's more like a hero!"

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Luoma Peak is not far from this small village, and Chu Lan's body is strange enough, and after walking forward for half an hour, he saw a mountain peak shaped like a hunchback in the distance.

There is a temple similar to a Western religion on the mountain peak, there are hundreds of believers in it, and one person is the leader, with a strange complexion, a bit like a vampire, but the appearance is very high, if there is a little less feminine, he may be a real beautiful man in the outside world.

The lotus mark on his chest is different from others, carved with red edges, and he is Song Yao, who is known as the Holy Sect Apostle.

Now hundreds of people are armed with sharp knives, slashing their wrists and collecting blood into bowls.

Then he poured his blood on an altar in front of him in an orderly manner with a very reverent face, and everyone would stay in front of the altar for a long time, and then wisps of black mist would overflow from under the altar to feed them.

The face of each believer who was fed back was filled with joy, and they bowed and bowed to the altar in front of them.

They were basically originally from Liukou, and most of them were in the strength of the body quenching realm, but since joining this organization and carrying out sacrificial ceremonies every day, their strength has improved a lot, and most of them have broken through to the spirit wheel realm, and even one person has broken through to the seventh grade of the spirit wheel, they have gradually become obsessed with this feeling of greatly improving their spiritual power after being fed, and they will always try their best to achieve the requirements of the Holy Sect messenger.

This is an octagonal altar, surrounded by many strange runes, mysterious and obscure, with a formation map sealed on it.

There is a pool of blood in front of it, and the disciples pour the blood into it, and it is drawn by the carving, and flows into the octagonal altar, and the person who sacrifices the blood will be fed back and greatly improved.

This is obviously a cultivation method that violates the laws of nature, although the improvement is great, but there will be side effects if it is not maintained, but these people are like taking drugs, and they obey the words of the Holy Sect Messenger. Those who use this shortcut to cultivate have less and less blood on their bodies, and their faces are extremely pale.

The few people that Chu Lan had just killed had just joined this organization, and they were the lowest level of these believers, so they were less affected, and now everyone here was like vampires, their faces were extremely pale, and they were the result of daily sacrifices.

Chu Lan came to the periphery of the hall and saw a crooked-necked tree outside the wall, and he jumped into the wall.

Just about to take a step, but suddenly retracted, the sensitive divine sense caught the ambush trap, in order to avoid startling the snake, carefully bypassed, minimized the physical signs, tiptoed to the window, dipped a little saliva with his hand, buckled a small hole in the window paper, looked at it, and was startled by this group of white-skinned and bloodless disciples.

It was dimly lit, with candles lit all around, bricks on the floor, and the whole room buried in blood, so that anyone could tell that this was not a serious religion

At this time, the sacrificial ceremony of hundreds of people was basically completed, and Song Yao, who was the leader, shouted "Black Lotus Blessing, Saint Sect is unparalleled"

So hundreds of people below knelt down and chanted, each with a pious look.

Chu Lan was surprised, no wonder those black-robed people were calm and satisfied before they died, it turned out that they were all brainwashed very thoroughly.

It had been nearly an hour since more than a dozen people went down the mountain to collect grain, and Song Yao felt wrong.

"Zhang Hong, Ye Long, you take a few brothers down the mountain to see, Zhao Hu, why haven't they come back yet, if you find out that they are hiding secrets, kill them all, my Holy Sect does not allow this kind of dross to exist"

"Yes, I am willing to serve the messengers of the Holy Religion."

Zhang Hong and Ye Long clasped their fists and saluted, and then led a few people to walk out of the door.

Chu Lan secretly screamed badly, and thought that it would be better to strike first.

When Zhang Hong stepped out of the room with one foot, there was already a cold light in the air, and then he only felt a cold neck, reached out to touch it, and touched the slimy liquid, and then looked at the faint moonlight, his pupils shrank, and he fell straight down, and his head was in a different place.

Chu Lan didn't give them a chance to breathe, brushed a few more swords, hooked the eaves with his feet, and hung upside down like a bat, killing a few people by surprise.

Song Yao only saw a few people who had just gone out, and fell down silently, his brows furrowed, he didn't make a sound, he just made a gesture.

A few people close to the door had slowly drawn their weapons, and then slowly approached the door, and the rest of the people also noticed the abnormality and stared at this side tightly, ready to strike at any time.

Chu Lan knew that most of the same methods would not work, there were hundreds of disciples here, although only the Holy Sect envoy himself couldn't see through it for a while, but the others didn't have too high cultivation, but it was better to be careful, and leave more spiritual power to deal with that demon.

With his feet exerting force, his body rolled upside down, and with the strength of his waist and abdomen, he crossed into the air and did a somersault, and the whole person had smashed on the roof of the temple.

Everyone was shocked, a large hole had been opened in the roof, and a figure wearing an inferior red cloak had landed on the ground.

Chu Lan had already appeared behind a few people at the door, the sword light in his hand flashed, and when he came up, it was cold at five o'clock in the snow, not giving the other party a chance to breathe.

The sword tire pierced the back of a person's heart, and after pulling out the sword tire, another one turned around, jumped up a little, slashed another person, and cut off one person's head.

At this time, they reacted, but they had already been killed by Chu Lan.

One person was holding an iron rod, with a bald head, he was born in Shaolin, he swung out a stick, Chu Lan blocked the side of the horizontal sword, the long stick was instantly withdrawn, and was re-put on the shoulder by the bald head, and then bent his arms, buckled the iron rod, the whole person rotated, and the attack was impenetrable, Chu Lan jumped aside, and while dodging the attack of the long stick, a spear stabbed at the same time.

Chu Lan's legs were flattened in the air, and the sword tire in his hand hit the opponent's spear, which shocked the opponent's mouth and cracked, the qi was chaotic, and the offensive in his hand slowed down, and Chu Lan was followed by a white rainbow piercing the opponent's throat.

Swept the ground with both hands, and attacked the monk who made the Shaolin stick method. The legs were like steel whips, with dragon energy entwined on them, shattering the bones of the opponent's legs.

Raising his hand was another sword, slashing open the opponent's chest.

Now the rest of the people had already reacted, and hundreds of people brandished weapons to attack Chu Lan.

Song Yao had been watching from the side, and instead of participating in the battle, he had a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Chu Lan had fought with thousands of foreign visitors in the pyramid of the broken small world, and was the most suitable for melee. Now the swordsmanship unfolded, opening and closing, killing several people one after another.

Like crossing the river dragon and breaking into the ant's nest, these hundreds of people rushed forward without fear of death.

Obviously, the cultivation obtained in this way is not solid, and most of these people have cultivated lower than Chu Lan, and only a few of them are in the seventh grade of the Spirit Wheel, which is the same realm as Chu Lan.

Chu Lan raised his arms, and three dragon qi flew out, knocking over a large number of people, and now there is chaos here, and there are not a few people who have been injured by mistake among the disciples.

He learned from Hu Qing's style, imitating the evolution of the Dragon Crane Fist, in the place where the sword could not be used, pinching the Crane Fist with his left hand and the Dragon Fist with his right hand, although he had not received the real inheritance, Chu Lan's moves had his own shape and had no divine will, but his physical body was tough enough, and now he had the blessing of dragon qi, and his power was not much smaller.

The crane fist is mysterious, and the dragon fist is strong, which is very suitable for rushing and killing when being besieged, but even so, Chu Lan is still injured.

A sharp dagger stabbed out in the crowd and hit Chu Lan's waist, but the dagger was only an inch in, and it couldn't be pierced anymore, Chu Lan's skin was exposed from the broken clothes, and there was a faint pale gold flow.

The man was taken aback, the first time he saw this situation, Chu Lan turned around and slammed his fist on the opponent's temple, the opponent's eyes bulged out, and he was killed instantly.

Chu Lan took out the dagger, although it was not deep, but it also hurt tightly, fortunately, he had cultivated the Wind and Thunder Body Technique, otherwise he would probably have pierced his intestines this time.

He threw it out, striking one of the eyebrows and piercing through the entire skull.

There were more and more corpses on the ground, and the blood was dripping on the floor, and then flowing in the same direction along the cracks in the floor, the blood twisted and turned, like a small red snake, slowly flowing into the blood pool in front of the altar, and red light came out of it, and the red light became stronger and stronger with the infusion of blood.

Song Yao didn't seem to be angry at all because of the decrease in his followers, he just stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked the corners of his mouth. Looking at Chu Lan's eyes, he had changed, revealing a greedy look, as if he was looking at a prey.

"This little guy is a good sacrifice!"

Chu Lan's body qi was bulging, shaking away several people around him, and he pulled out the Bagang sword tire, and the sword tire spewed out a divine light, and the sword qi was like a flowing cloud hitting water, sword after sword, with a great sense of continuity.

The Bagang Sword carved the sword mark in the air, and a desolate aura came.

"Deadwood Sword Mark"

This is the lifelong essence of Zhao Cheng Hongchen's sword path, and its power is only ranked below the Nine Swords of Dao in all of Chu Lan's sword moves.

The sword light illuminated the entire hall, and the first few people were dazzled for a moment, and when they came back to their senses, a terrible wound appeared in front of them, and the internal organs of the intestines flowed all over the ground.

Chu Lan's sword killed dozens of people, and the figures in front of him fell in pieces.

The red light of the blood pool was even better, the seal on the altar trembled slightly, as if something was about to break through, the runes on it were getting fainter and fainter, and they were about to be blurred, wisps of black mist overflowed, Song Yao stood on the side and absorbed it greedily, and his aura was also rising step by step.

Chu Lan fought with hundreds of people for nearly an hour before killing all of them, and the corpses were placed on the ground in several layers, this time Chu Lan was not as detached as when he was in Zhang Tiezhu's house, the black robe on his body was broken in many places, and the red cloak was also torn several large holes.

There are scars on the body, but they are not fatal, and there is a lightning arc flashing at the wound, and the body has begun to repair itself.

A gust of wind blew outside the window, and the candles around him flickered.

Chu Lan was standing in the pile of corpses, and the Bagang Sword was about to turn into a blood-dripping sword, with blood beads constantly rolling down on it.

The faint moonlight hit the side of Chu Lan's face, and the bangs were already stuck with blood, but a pair of eyes were very bright.

Song Yao smiled, "What a handsome kung fu"

"Not handsome, more suitable for killing"

"Kill whom, you've already killed hundreds of my disciples, and you're going to kill me?"

"Cutting grass must be eradicated, and raising tigers will eventually become a problem"

"We might as well sit down and talk, maybe you'll enjoy the ritual too"

Chu Lan noticed that the red light in the blood pool in front of Song Yao was too abundant, and a black lotus mark had already formed at the center of the other party's eyebrows. This is all that was not done before.

As soon as I looked down, I saw that blood had gathered on the floor tiles and pooled into pools of blood, and in some places there were already blood-colored puddles. No wonder this so-called Holy Sect Envoy did not have the slightest hint of anger, but instead had a smile between his eyebrows.

He didn't continue to communicate with the other party, and the nine spiritual power vortices on the surface of his body swirled, accompanied by the emergence of three dragon qi, while recovering his spiritual power.

Sacrifice the tyre of the steel sword and rush towards the other party.

A sword light was a foot long, and the entire hall seemed to be unable to bear it, trembling violently.

Song Yao's handprint changed, and a black lotus flower formed in his hand, which slowly floated into the air, catching up with the sword qi.