Mian Ma and Quan followed Mo Yao Xinwu through the mountains and forests, crossed the river and crossed the bridge, and just when Quan was about to suspect that this fool had forgotten the way back to his lair, Mo Yao Xinwu stopped.

He looked mysteriously around for a moment, then squatted down and picked up the half-cut stump on the ground, turning it half a circle in a counterclockwise direction.

"Click~"

There was a sound of gears turning, and a square piece of land three meters from the stump rose two meters at a slow pace, revealing a row of steps that sloped downward.

Mo Yao Xinvort let go of his hands holding the tree, patted the sawdust and walked towards the stairs first.

"It's so mysterious." Izumi pursed his lips and muttered to his face, although he looked reluctant, but he quickly followed.

When the three of them descended to the halfway point of the stairs, there was another "click" sound, and the ground on top of it descended back to its original position, and the stone staircase suddenly darkened.

"I'm telling you, you've made a lot of money this time." Mo Yao Xinwu, who was walking in front, suddenly said to the two of them, "Although Lord Evil God is happy to accept disciples, it's not just a casual person who can join the sect,"

"Seeing that the two of them are extraordinary, they will definitely become faithful believers of the evil god, so...

"Hehe, I took you through our internal passage, we will all be brothers in the future, take care of it!"

Listening to this stupid guy trying his best to win over the two of them regardless of friend or foe, his face was numb and he smiled, and sighed in his heart that his brain was a good thing.

If the ninja world is full of people like Mo Yao Xinwu, the road to unifying the ninja world will be much easier.

After the three of them turned a corner, Mian Ma and Izumi could clearly see that there was a faint firelight dancing at the end of the narrow corridor, and there were many swaying black figures.

Mo Yao Xinxuan raised his hand and pointed to the area that looked weird, and said in a fanatical tone:

"Normally, it takes some time for others to join our Cult of Evil Gods before they can hold sacrifices, but today you just caught up, let's go!"

Quan, who was walking in the middle of the three, heard the other party say this, with a curious look on his face, and reached out to pat Mo Yao Xinwu's shoulder and asked:

"Tell us what the process of sacrifice is?"

"Hehe, the process of our sacrifice is very simple, we will prepare the sacrifice, and then you just need to sacrifice yourself and the sacrifice to the evil god at the same time."

"How can you sacrifice yourself?" Mian Ma, who was attached to the back of the team, suddenly interjected and asked.

"Our Cult Master of the Evil God Sect has an amazing Evil God Scythe, and you can use that. Heck, that's too complicated to say, you'll find out when you get there. ”

Seeing Mo Yao Xinwu's embarrassed appearance of scratching his ears and cheeks, he also knew that he couldn't ask any more questions, so he simply followed him and continued to walk forward.

The narrow road suddenly became very spacious, and the gray light along the way instantly brightened, and the temperature was a little higher.

The only downside is that the smell of blood here is a bit high.

The three of them were now in a large underground space, the four stone walls were polished and smooth, and the curved dome was painted with a portrait of a red and black figure with delicate brushwork.

The figure in the painting is in a standing posture, the whole body is pitch black, only there are two bright red strips on the forehead and left and right cheeks, and there is a metal necklace around the neck that is the same as that worn by Mo Yao Xinxuan.

In addition, he held a bright red three-edged scythe in his right hand, which looked quite powerful.

On the ground, directly opposite the chest of the portrait, there is a huge stone statue up to 100 meters high, but the carving of the stone statue is far less exquisite than that of the portrait.

And the stone statue was not too whitewashed, and even then it could be seen that his face was vicious, and he sat cross-legged with a three-edged scythe similar to Feiduan.

In front of the stone statue, many people have gathered, dressed in different postures, some kneeling in prayer, others standing and drawing symbols. Beside each of them was an unconscious man dressed as a commoner of Yuno Kuni, lying in a mark carved out of blood.

As soon as he entered here, Mo Yao Xinwu excitedly shouted to the figures of an old man and a young man in the innermost circle:

"Dad, Master! I brought two people in, and finally someone believed me. ”

At present, the only leaders of the Cult of the Evil God in Tangyin Village are the sect leader and an elder, as well as a Dharma protector who is preaching abroad.

According to Mian Ma's guess, that Dharma Protector should be Fei Duan, and only the sect leader and elders in the sect are currently in the sect, and the fool in front of him has an immortal body.

Hearing Mo Yaoxin's loud voice, the brows of the old and the young were slightly furrowed, and they looked in the direction where he was with a little dissatisfaction, but this look made the two of them stand in place.

The old man, who was seven points similar to Mo Yao Xinwu's appearance, took off his glasses, wiped them on his cuffs, and put them back on.

Now he could see clearly that his son was followed by two people wearing gold-edged white robes that symbolized the country of vortex, and the latter looked back at him with a smile.

The old man trembled and stretched out his wrinkled but white hand, and shouted with terror:

"Good boy, my own son! I asked you to go to the sect, why did you invite these two ancestors, why don't you come to me quickly. ”

Before the old man could speak, the young man-looking, white-haired Cult Leader had already pulled out the three-edged scythe behind his back, looked at the two with a solemn face, and said in a deep voice:

"This seat is the location of the Cult of the Evil God, may I ask why the two lords of the Vortex Country are here for some reason?"

"It is said that there is an organization called the Cult of the Evil God in Tangyin Village, which can make people immortal and immortal, and we have come to learn this way."

The sound of numbness suddenly sounded in the ears of the lot, and the lot only had time to startle, and then he felt that the lower half of his body was unconscious, and the upper body was also weakly falling forward, and the sickle in his hand was taken away.

"Master!"

"Master!"

The disciples below and the elders on the side saw that the lot had fallen, and the artifacts of the Cult of Evil Gods in their hands had been taken away, and they were all panicked for a while, and they didn't know what to do but exclaimed.

"None of the cultists here are good people, so let's kill them."

Mian Ma held the sickle in his hand and felt it carefully, and indifferently commanded the spring who was still standing at the mouth of the Yongdao.

"Yes, my face is numb."

Izumi stretched out his hand and twitched the hair around his ear, revealing a sickly smile, and took out the long knife at his waist and held it in his hand and shook it slightly, the shiny blade suddenly reflected the cold light in all directions, and the disciples who provoked it narrowed their eyes.

"It only takes a moment..."

Before she could finish her words, the person had already appeared beside Mianma.

"between!"

As soon as Izumi's words fell, all the disciples in front of him smashed to the ground with a brushing ground, and everyone had a fatal wound on their necks that was deep and bone-seeing, and their frightened expressions were still frozen on their pale faces.

Mo Yao Xinwu, who was stumbling towards the stone statue, saw that all the disciples in front of him fell to the ground without making a sound, and one of them stumbled and fell to the ground, pointing at the two of them and complaining with a sad and angry face:

"You guys, you lied to me!"