Yun Yi had never participated in the sacrificial ceremony, but he had heard of it for a long time. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Tang Rui once introduced to him that sacrifice is to pick the tip. Whoever has the ability to do it is in danger of his life.

Zhu Taishan also told him that to avoid becoming a sacrificer, it is best to become the weak among the masters, the strong among the weak, and the potential meaning is to always be the second and never fight for the first.

Yun Yi has always wondered about this.

If the sacrifice is the plucking of the top, whoever comes out on top will die, then who else will actively practice? This is contrary to the concept of the cultivation world to perpetuate obsession and take the lead bravely, and it is likely to weaken the enthusiasm of the practitioners.

Even if it can't discourage a cultivator's passion, it's always okay to hide it, right? A person's true combat power can't be seen with his eyes.

With questions, Yunyi ushered in the annual festival meeting.

The venue is in the middle of the inner gate and the outer gate, and it is a martial arts training ground.

The disciples of the Hundred Medicine Sect all participated in this conference, and there were quite a few of them. There are more than 400 inner disciples, and the clothes are as gray as ever, but they are newer and neater than the outer disciples. There is no doubt that their treatment is much better than that of the outer gate.

Behind them is a dense forest, much like a dark green barrier, worthy of the name of the 'Trench Forest'. It was a forbidden place for outer disciples.

The outer disciples' costumes looked shabby, and there were no ornaments on their chests, but there were a large number of them. Their background is the continuous low mountains, which are not only the place where the outer disciples practice and live, but also the natural defense belt of the Hundred Medicine Sect.

There are really foreign enemies to attack, and these outer disciples are the first meat shield.

The outer disciples and the inner disciples are clearly opposite, and between them is the martial arts field. At this moment, a wooden altar has been set up in the room. The red candle burned, and a faint black flame danced in the wind.

There is a tall alchemy furnace squatting in front of the altar, which is the inheritance furnace of the Hundred Medicine Gate, which is intended to remind the disciples in the door not to forget their functions, devote themselves to cultivation, and refine the pills.

There was a group of people standing in front of the inheritance furnace, and their costumes were much more gorgeous than those of ordinary disciples. They belong to the actual ruling class of the Hundred Medicines Gate.

The head of the white-clothed house, middle-aged, with a high crown on his head, is not angry and arrogant, and is as elegant as a beautiful man.

Behind him, there were two deputy heads, a man and a woman, with a serious expression and a dull expression, I don't know if it was deliberate or habitual. Their black clothes are in stark contrast to the boss, giving people a strong visual impact.

They were followed by six elders, all of whom were elderly. They were dressed in red, like blood, and they were very festive, but they looked nondescript and a little funny when they wore them.

Behind the elder are ten Dharma protectors, the greenery is very eye-catching and eye-catching, at least there will be no impact.

After that, there were more than thirty pale cyan robed medicine refining masters, who were responsible for teaching medicine refining skills to the inner disciples.

The supervisors in charge of the outer disciples were not qualified to stand behind the ruling hierarchy, and they formed a phalanx, isolated from the outer disciples and the inner disciples. These people actually have the qualifications to impact the inner door, but their skills are a little reluctant, and they belong to the level of a chicken head.

Even if you enter the inner gate, you belong to the phoenix tail and can't get good cultivation resources.

Towards noon, the New Year's Festival ceremony begins.

Yuan Chengdan, the head of the white-clothed house, bowed to the inheritance furnace. Others followed.

The name of Yuan Chengdan is not the real name of the head of the family, but the rules of the hundred medicine sect. As long as he is called by this name in the head position, he is the twenty-first head of the house.

After saluting, Yuan Chengdan stepped forward, stroked the inheritance furnace and lit the fire, followed by incense and worship.

This is the end of the annual sacrifice ceremony. And the real sacrifice began.

The martial arts arena is used for martial arts competitions, and it needs to be cleared. The inheritance furnace was removed by the inner disciples, and it took twenty people to carry a thick pole.

There was one more person on the martial arts field, and he was pacing slowly, looking at the pace as if he was playing in his own garden. He didn't look very old, he looked young, and he was quite handsome.

The clothes are very special, sky blue, with the sun on the chest, a crescent moon behind it, and a long sword hanging from the waist.

With a smile on his face, he came to Yuan Chengdan seemingly modestly, did not salute, raised his head slightly, and said arrogantly: "Master Yuan, where are the outstanding disciples of your sect, let them appear as soon as possible." ”

Yuan Chengdan bowed slightly, showing some humility. He looked at one of the elders in red.

The man's hair was running out, sparsely growing on the top of his head, drifting like smoke and mist in the wind. His brow was a little big and he seemed to be very smart.

He understood what the head of the sect meant, and shouted at the queue of inner disciples: "Fang Chengyu, it's time for you to come out and make an appearance." ”

When the words fell, ten people came out of the inner disciples. The first person had red lips and white teeth, bright eyes, and a copper-like complexion. A faint smile hung on his face, an absolute handsome boy. The tall figure is like a spear and a sword, like an unsheathed peerless weapon.

As soon as he appeared, the female disciples of the inner gate whispered thoughts. With his wandering eyes, it can be guessed that this son is quite sought after by women.

The people accompanying Fang Chengyu didn't seem to be ordinary, each with their own characteristics.

They walked forward fifty paces and stood in a column, forming a big 'gong' shape with the inner and outer disciples on both sides.

They raised their hands in unison, arched their fists, bowed slightly, and shouted: "Meet the master, meet the divine might, may the divine power be proud of the world, and bless the people forever." ”

The handsome young man waved his hand, "Excuse me, where is last year's servant?"

Another person came out of the inner disciples. He was dressed in blue and had no ornamentation. The expression is like water, calm and calm. Quietly entered, bowed and saluted, "An Rui pays homage to the Holy Envoy, may my Lord be safe and healthy, and God will be proud of the world." ”

The Divine Envoy folded his hands and responded, "May God bless you, have you ever prepared a divine servant?"

An Rui straightened his back and nodded.

"Let's get started. The Holy Envoy commanded.

In the queue of outer disciples, Yun Yi observed intently, he had always been curious about the ritual of sacrifice, and now he could finally see it with his own eyes.

As the Holy Envoy gave the order, Fang Chengyu and the ten people quickly stepped aside, and An Rui also walked to the side and picked up a long sword from his waist.

He said to Cheng Yu and them, "Next, I will test your footwork, fist technique, realm, awareness, and detoxification ability. I won't leave my hand, which of you comes first. ”

Fang Chengyu took a step forward and said, "Please ask Senior Brother to come up with the question." ”

An Rui looked at him, "Footwork, unlimited chase, you can prepare." ”

Yun Yi listened to the conversation between the two, and felt that his head hurt unbearably. What do they mean, why can't they understand it?

Fang Chengyu squatted down, first calmed his breathing, stabilized his mind, and then took out the medicinal materials from the Yu ring in an orderly manner, and then refined the elixir.

An Rui watched quietly, without the slightest intention of making a move.

Yun Yi watched their behavior and turned his brain to guess their deep meaning. What are they doing, do it quickly, don't you get tired of grinding and chirping?

Fang Chengyu was obviously a skilled hand in alchemy, and the process of refining the pill was very calm, and he was not affected by the outside world at all.

The inner disciple watched intently, as if he wanted to guess the essence of alchemy from his every move.

The outer disciples were also watching intently, but the medicinal materials were too complicated, and some of them had never heard of before, not to mention the medicinal properties of the medicinal materials. They wanted to have more experience, and in the end it turned into watching the excitement.

Yun Yi is stronger than them, and he has to buy the "General Compendium of Medicinal Herbs", he knows all the medicinal materials used by Fang Chengyu, not only can he be famous, but he also knows the medicinal properties and how to use them.

He watched with relish.

Every alchemy step of Fang Chengyu was a valuable insight for him.

When Fang Chengyu finished refining and waited for the elixir to cool down, Yun Yi first reminisced about what he had gained, and then vaguely understood the purpose of Fang Chengyu's refining elixir.

The pill refined by Fang Chengyu is called Huiqi Pill. But it is not used to breathe, but to replenish the true element.

When the true element is exhausted, taking the Hui Qi Pill can quickly absorb the aura and transform it into the true element. This elixir itself contains abundant medicinal essence.

Based on this, it is guessed that there will definitely be a competition between An Rui and Fang Chengyu to consume the true yuan, and it is estimated that there will be a danger of life, otherwise it will be impossible to consume the true yuan.

What kind of competition will it be, Yun Yi is looking forward to it.

Fang Chengyu did not take the refined elixir, but instead put it into the jade bottle. He looked at An Rui, "Senior brother, it's okay." ”

An Rui breathed a sigh of relief with the long sword in his hand, staring at Fang Chengyu, his momentum changing rapidly. The calm instantly turned into violence, like a boulder thrown into the water, the water rolled over, and the murderous aura swept around.

Fang Chengyu fled far away, and entered the warehouse to flee in fear. An Rui hurriedly chased after him, looking at his appearance, he really had the momentum of slashing Fang Chengyu under the sword and killing him.

The inner and outer disciples present became nervous.

"Could it be a show?" Yun Yi suddenly heard a discussion around him.

"Do you think it's possible?" someone asked rhetorically, and analyzed, "As a servant of God, if there is no substitute, he will not escape the fate of sacrifice, and he will definitely fight to the death." If Fang Chengyu wants to live, he must not dare to keep it, so that they can distinguish the winner from the loser. ”

"Will it be evenly matched, and it will be difficult to tell the winner?"

"Do you think that the inner disciples are already strong enough to be free to retract and release? What's more, what is compared at the moment is the pace, Fang Chengyu can't fight back, he can only escape. ”

Although the outer disciples of the Hundred Medicine Sect are not as skilled as the inner sect in refining pills, they are also at the middle level of the Enlightenment Realm. If it is placed in the ordinary population, it is an absolute god-level existence. Their vision and judgment are also quite accurate.

Fang Chengyu was running in front, and An Rui was chasing and killing behind, with an indestructible posture of incomprehensible hatred in his heart.

It is difficult for the fugitive to judge the bottom line of the pursuer, and it is difficult for the pursuer to predict the limit of the fugitive, so he can only use all his strength. This is a battle of asymmetrical information, and it is an extremely thrilling encounter.

An Rui's background is obviously higher than Fang Chengyu, and in the face of merciless pursuit, Fang Chengyu can only dig deep into his potential.

He was afraid of being caught up, so he mobilized the true yuan of his whole body, and he didn't dare to have the slightest luck. So much so that in the end, he took off and flew into the air.

He is not using rules, and with his current strength, it is difficult to overcome the rules of heaven and earth and fly in the air. He consumed the True Yuan and sent himself into the air with the buoyancy of the True Yuan.

An Rui gave up the chase and let Fang Chengyu escape.

He knew very well that Fang Chengyu would not fly long.

At this time, if An Rui gave up chasing and killing Fang Chengyu, it seemed that he would be able to find a replacement, and he would no longer have to bear the name of a divine servant.

Yun Yi judged it this way. He listened attentively, and there were many people around him who thought so.

But their thoughts were a little off, and the holy envoy of the Divine Power Temple spoke: "Divine servant, do you want to continue the pursuit?"

An Rui did not hesitate at all, and replied very simply: "I haven't reached the limit yet. ”

The Holy Envoy smiled and nodded.

His smile is meaningful, if An Rui really stops, then Fang Chengyu will change roles. When the two of them swapped places, if An Rui still had the strength to spare, he would inevitably be attacked by the Holy Envoy and Fang Chengyu from both sides.

By then, he would have died a terrible death.

He had to push himself to the limit and decide the winner. If you are strong, you must be really strong, and if you are weak, you must be really weak. The sacrificial ritual cannot be faked.

Fang Chengyu didn't fly for long, Zhenyuan couldn't consume it, and he landed obediently. Anrui killed him.

As the strongest existence among the inner disciples, there is not much gap between Fang Chengyu and An Rui.

Fang Chengyu was still one step ahead of An Rui in the end, and exhausted his true yuan, but he had the refined elixir, the Rejuvenation Qi Pill. At this time, the elixir worked wonders.

An Rui chased slower and slower, and finally chased after him only with physical strength, and this chase ended with Fang Chengyu's complete victory.

In other words, Fang Chengyu has a great chance of becoming a divine servant and replacing An Rui.

This is the end of today's sacrificial rites. Tomorrow will continue, and Anrui will continue to test the other nine, and it is difficult to predict who will be the winner in the end.

When he walked back to Wuyang Stream, Yun Yi thought back to today's events, and vaguely figured out the intentions of the Shenwei Temple.

Sacrifice is a matter of life and death, and only this means can unleash the infinite potential of the practitioner. As for other pursuits or ideas, it is simply impossible to sustain decades, hundreds, or even thousands of years of practice.

It's just that this sense of crisis that always exists makes Yunyi very uncomfortable. He always felt that he had lost the right to choose.

A sentence that Zhu Taishan once said suddenly appeared in his mind, "Cultivators are actually livestock raised by big people. ”

This sentence is very hurtful, but it is true, and Yun Yi can't think of any reason to refute it.

Maybe only if you are stronger than the big guys, it is possible to refute this sentence.

However, a mountain is higher than a mountain, and is the end of the practice a true deity? If no one knows about that step, it means that no matter how much you improve your strength, you will always be an animal to be slaughtered.

He returned to the sunless stream, the mountain wall blocked the light, and the mountain stream was a little dim.

He looked up at the sky, a little unsettled, as if his thoughts were at a loss. Moving forward may die, retreat or stagnate, but after all, it is inevitable to die.

Of the two ways to die, which is more comfortable?

Until the sacrifice continued the next day, Yun Yi didn't figure it out.

On the martial arts field, An Rui's test for the second junior disciple was poison. An Rui made it clear that if he couldn't crack the properties of the poison, the person who took it would definitely die.

After repeatedly observing the poison, the junior brother who came on the field swallowed it without hesitation.

The Holy Envoy of the Divine Power Temple came to the man's side and took out a gray jade.

Yun Yi had seen in the "General Compendium of Medicinal Herbs" that this gray jade was called soul jade, which could store people's souls. It can also be used as a medicine to refine elixir, which can enhance the toughness of Zhihai and repair Zhihai's slight injuries.

The poison was about to kick in, and the junior disciple began to take out the herbs.

Looking at him, he already knew the poison of the poison. As for whether he can detoxify, it really tests his alchemy skills and proficiency in medicinal materials.

(To be continued.) )