Wei Zhen saw the two groups of people leaving one after another, and secretly said that he was lucky in his heart, and naturally felt a little grateful to the fat man named Lin Shaoshao.

Xiang Wuyi had a look of complete indifference, but was still forcibly pressed back into the storage bag by Wei Zhen. Wei Zhen had already recognized the secret she drilled out on her own last time, and locked the mouth of the bag with her soul sense, so she rushed back to the slave courtyard, and met several waves of disciples from other sects on the way, and he avoided them all from afar, not wanting to cause trouble again.

In the sky above Cangyan Mountain, there were two people standing quietly, it was Mu Zhihao and Elder Mu Xuande, and the two of them silently looked at the groups of disciples of the outer sect who were searching around.

After a long time, a sneer appeared on the corner of Mu Zhihao's mouth, and Mu Xuande said beside him: "There are more than four sects of people who come, almost all of the major sects of the Cold Mountain Realm and the Heart Moon Realm have disciples sent out. ”

A gloomy color appeared in Mu Zhihao's eyes. "Every time you are born by chance, how can you hide it? And every time the heavens and the earth change, Ni Duan is born, and all walks of life in the underworld, demons, demons, and spirits have appeared, and all the sects can no longer sit still, and they start preparing early to deal with the unchanging changes. ”

His voice paused, and his tone was invisibly much heavier. "Last night, there was a news within the clan, and it is said that there will also be disciples of the four sects to participate in this opportunity competition. ”

Mu Xuande groaned slightly. "Sacrifices?"

"Tonight, lest the night be long and dreamy. Mu Zhihao flicked his long sleeves, and he had already made up his mind.

Wei Zhen hurriedly returned to the slave courtyard, and saw from a distance that the main hall was crowded with people, which was the place where special tasks were issued on weekdays, and people from all directions rushed over from time to time.

"What's going on?"

He was curious, and walked quickly behind several people.

"Why are you here?" Du Xiaoqiu saw him from afar and greeted him with Fang Yan.

"What's going on again?" Wei Zhen asked.

Du Xiaoqiu was a little excited, looking eager to try. "The triennial Nuyuan was held earlier, and the prizes were many times richer than before. It is said that twenty Hinafu disciples will each select five of the top 100 to participate in a mission trial, and if successful, these five people can be freed from slavery and regain their freedom. ”

He and Fang Yan are both in the middle stage of the spirit master, so they can sign up to give it a go.

"Wei Zhen, why don't you try it too?" Du Xiaoqiu encouraged.

"It's just that if you try it, you'll know if you have a chance, and if you don't try, you'll have nothing. Fang Yan echoed.

Wei Zhen furrowed his brows. For all kinds of rewards, he doesn't care, but such a chance to get out of slavery is unique, miss once, I don't know when it will appear, but his cultivation is only in the early stage of the spirit master, even if the spiritual power stored in the bone refining method is comparable to a third-level spirit master, it is still a big difference with the middle and late stage spirit master, and looking at the entire slave courtyard, there are five hundred people who have cultivated more than him.

"I'll go back and think about it. Wei Zhen said with some frustration.

Du Xiaoqiu and Fang Yan patted him on the shoulder regretfully, and the two stopped persuading each other.

Wei Zhen walked back to the wooden house alone, but the door of the wooden house had been opened by someone at some point, and he stepped in, only to see Wen Lan sitting leisurely in front of the table with his legs crossed.

Seeing him walk in, Wen Lan didn't get up, just opened her mouth and smiled, revealing a mouthful of neat and delicate teeth.

"What about the silver snake?" he looked at the storage bag on Wei Zhen's waist as if he knew. "Let her out, she'll suffocate her to death after a long time. ”

Wei Zhenquan didn't expect that the storage bag would have such drawbacks, and immediately his soul was relieved, but Xiang Wuyi couldn't wait to get out by himself.

"You stupid, you almost suffocated me to death!" As soon as she stretched out her snake head, she immediately took a few breaths of air, and her scattered gaze suddenly saw Wen Lan, and a few sparks burst out when her silver pupils were neutral.

Wen Lan didn't seem to see it, "I saved your life again." He said indifferently.

Xiang Wuyi glared at Wei Zhen hatefully, and when she saw Wei Zhen's embarrassed appearance, she knew that the latter was not lying.

Wen Lan took out two porcelain bottles, one blue and one white, and put them on the table. "The blue bottle is filled with the elixir that delays the 'Xuanbing Cold Poison', a total of seven pills, take one pill every seven days, if after taking it, your people have not found you, I can't help, there are no herbs to refine this pill. ”

Xiang Wuyi snorted lightly and turned her head, not taking her affection at all.

Wen Lan looked at Wei Zhen and continued: "The white bottle is filled with a first-level 'Battle Spirit Pill', after taking it, you can improve your cultivation to three small realms within ten days, and the consequence is that you can't use your spiritual power for a month. I've got two for you. ”

When Wei Zhen heard him say this, he immediately understood his intentions and asked, "You don't plan to participate in the Slave Courtyard Competition?"

"No, it won't. Wen Lan shook her head. "I'm going to go into retreat for a while. Good luck!" He got up and left.

It wasn't until there were only two people left in the cabin that Xiang Wuyi said in a strange tone, "I've never heard that the toxin master still needs to go into retreat, it's just that he doesn't want to be seen." ”

Wei Zhen knew that there was something in her words, and after listening to it, he was thoughtful, but he didn't ask.

In the middle of the night, a gloomy and sluggish meaning suddenly appeared in the sky above the tranquil Cangyan Mountain, which was not obvious at first, but as time went by, it became more and more solemn.

Fan Tian was ordered to inspect the south of the mountain, and as this gloomy and sluggish meaning became heavier and heavier, he actually had a feeling of irritability in his heart that he had not felt for many years. At this time, there were three other people like him, the north of the mountain was the elder Mu Xuande, the east of the mountain was Bai Lang, the lord of the Hina Mansion, and the west of the mountain was the new slave master Zhuge Zhun, and the four of them received the same order that no one was allowed to step into the range of Cangyan Mountain for half a step.

In the mysterious underground hall, Mu Zhihao changed into a robe as deep as the night, making his whole person look even more mysterious and evil, especially in the eyes, tracing a circle of complicated blood-colored runes, which made people feel like they had a feeling of vertigo.

He knelt respectfully in front of the statue altar, and there was a great excitement in his solemn expression. Behind him, too, knelt down fifty graceful maidens dressed in white veils.

There were dozens of black-robed people standing beside the blood pools on both sides, holding sharp knives with numb expressions. Hundreds of men and women with black bodies and black faces were strung together by a bundle of long ropes and knelt on the ground of the pool of blood.

After this, a thousand wooden stakes were erected, each of which was tied to a man with black runes depicted all over his body.

The entire hall was as silent as death.

But this silence did not last long, and a scream that seemed to come from the endless abyss broke the deathly silence.

"The soul sacrifice begins!" Mu Zhihao's sharp and excited voice suddenly sounded in the hall of the ground.

With this order, a murmuring of incantations came from the mouths of Mu Zhihao, fifty white-gauze girls, and all the black-robed people.

It was as if they were singing an ancient song from the Netherlands, singing praises and flattering to a powerful being. At first, the voice was like a person whispering, but gradually it joined in the air, slowly echoing over the entire underground hall, leisurely.

The previous roar seemed to come faster, and the sound seemed to be far and near, vague and clear, piercing through the soul of man, as if it were dragging out of the depths of everyone's soul.

The statue of the black-robed man as high as 20 zhang high, the faint glow of the two eyes, and the two deep whirlpools in it, rotated from slow to fast, from fast to fast, and finally seemed to be about to open up.

"The bloody road is paved, and the Venerable is induced!" another command came from Mu Zhihao's mouth.

He himself stood up, walked to the edge of the pool of blood, took out a black dagger, and slashed deeply at his left wrist, allowing the blood to drip into the pool.

At the same time, the black-robed man next to the blood pool launched a bloody massacre, and with every swing of the sharp knife in his hand, a head would roll into the blood pool with blood spraying, and then the corpse was kicked down.

Fifty girls wrapped in white veils stepped forward one by one, opened the caps of the countless transparent crystal bottles placed on the altar, and a cloud of pure resentful spirits flew out of the bottles, some tried to escape, but the whirlpool in the eyes of the statue sent a great suction force, so that they could not break free, and could only fall into it with endless resentment.

A thousand people who were tied to the stake, at this time, the black runes on their bodies gradually emitted bursts of ghostly light, and the expressions on their faces were full of pain, as if there was some strange power at this moment, squeezing the souls in their bodies with all their might, intending to tear them out of the heavenly spirit cover.

An invisible wind suddenly blew in the underground hall, causing the spiritual lamps on the walls to flicker and extinguish.

The chanting ceased abruptly at this moment. A cadre of men and women beside the pool of blood had been slaughtered by those black-robed men. A thousand teenagers tied to a stake were now all demented, as if they had lost their minds, and a mist rolled and struggled above each of them, and various different expressions appeared on the faces that appeared in the mist.

An incomparably cold and majestic voice resounded in the sky above the hall, and the eyes in the statue of the black-robed man seemed to be opened, burning like two soul fires, looking down at everything below, and a heart-shaking coercion diffused and filled the place.

"Mu Zhihao, is this the offering you promised?"

Mu Zhihao leaned over respectfully, and his eyes hidden under his robe were full of admiration.

"Honorable Venerable Wushan, those were just a little bit of my personal thoughts. ”

"Behind me are these fifty virgins born on the lunar and lunar days, and behind me are a thousand of your favorite souls who have been cleanly washed!"

"Bang Bang, I see your intentions, I will fulfill my promise!" The two soul fires in the statue flickered slightly, and a black mist suddenly shrouded down, and after just a blink of an eye, the thousand clouds of mist floating on the stake and the fifty girls with the black mist all disappeared.

"The deity is gone!This is the 'Soul Splitting Technique' you want!" As the voice of the Mountainless Venerable fell, a little ghostly light flew out from the statue, and in an instant floated into Mu Zhihao's eyebrows.

"Congratulations to His Holiness!" Mu Zhihao's face was full of joy and he leaned over.