Meng Wild and the others thought in unison: Looking at Engong's understatement, it is obvious that the consumption of these Xuan Qi is just a drizzle for him. He was definitely the best of the quasi-eighth-order Xuanshi! he must have used some method to conceal his true strength. Eun Gong is such a cautious person!

Fortunately, they all thought that only their injuries had healed and their Xuan Qi had recovered, and if they knew that everyone's Xuan Qi had recovered, they wouldn't have dropped their jaws in shock! This is completely contrary to common sense! How could a person cultivate the three lineages of Xuan Gong at the same time, and also cultivate all three of them to be so pure and strong!

Meng Wild and the few people who were close at hand couldn't see how Wu Tian appeared, let alone those crypt reapers around.

Wu Tian adjusted his pace without a trace, walking from the tail of the captive team to the head of the captive team. For each Twilight Mystic, he first sent a message to remind him not to show anything unusual, and then helped to unravel the Xuan Vein.

If it is a water, fire, or earth mystic, they will directly help heal their injuries and restore their energy, and if they are gold and wood mystices, they will secretly stuff them with a few heavenly spirit pills and healing pills. Fortunately, Wang Zhongtang, an alchemy madman, brought enough pills, otherwise it would really not be enough for Wu Tiandi!

By the time the Twilight Warriors were escorted to the cave at the end of the valley, everyone had regained their freedom, and most of them had returned to their peak state, except for the anxious-looking Crypt Reapers.

Under the cover of several twilight warriors, Wu Tian once again performed the earth technique and burrowed into the soil.

Although the crypt harvesters in the camp were all gathered here, there were more than a hundred people, but the strength of the ninety-nine Twilight Xuanshi was not much worse. Even if a scuffle breaks out. It's also hard to say who wins and who loses. Arguably. Wu Tian's rescue plan has been completed for the most part.

The next most important thing is to kill the remaining three quasi-eighth-order crypt reapers.

Because the teleportation stones of these Twilight Wizards were all divided between the Onehorn Clan and the Vampire Skeleton Clan and brought back to the Dark Night Secret Realm, if these Twilight Warriors want to return to the Twilight Continent, they must first return to the Twilight Mystery Priest Rest Point in the sixth-order area, and use the reverse teleportation array there to go back.

And if Mosta and the three of them were quasi-eighth-order immortal, they could hunt down and kill these quasi-seventh-order twilight mystics unscrupulously, and they would all be able to make the Xuanbing soldiers fly. Very maneuverable. Although their most likely reaction to finding out that the twilight reinforcements had arrived was to turn around and run away, Wu Tian didn't want to take that risk. Since he has made a move, he must bring these twilight mysteries back intact.

At the end of the cave was an empty hall. The hall was held up by hard black iron pillars on all sides and at the top, preventing the cave from collapsing. Just by looking at the layout of this hall, you can know how long Mosta has been preparing for today's blood sacrifice. Maybe he's been planning since a few years ago.

In the center of the hall is an altar made of jade. The altar is in the form of a regular cylindrical shape, and countless intricate runes are engraved on it, and the light is shining. Beautiful. Every piece of jade that makes up the altar is worth a lot of money. Such a building has a radius of more than ten zhang. The three-foot-high altar is not an exaggeration to say that it was piled up with money, and it is absolutely valuable.

The amount of money spent on building this altar was enough to refine forty or fifty ordinary Xuan soldiers. You must know that when Song Kongming was assassinated by Xiong Huairen, and after the head of the Thunder Rain Sect, the Xuanbing Ripple Sword was lost, the entire sect cut back on food and clothing, and poured everything into it, so that a new Xuanbing was re-refined as a token of the head of the sect. In other words, just this altar is on top of the entire net worth of the Thunder Rain Gate back then! This is not counting the value of the materials required for the Dark Armband itself. From this, it can also be seen how expensive the evil soldier Dark Armband that Mosta wants to refine is, and the power of its successful refining is unknown.

Although Mostagui is the young master of the Crypt Reaper race, his status is noble, and he does not have the financial resources to refine the Dark Armband. This altar is actually a gathering of the power of the Crypt Reaper race. The Crypt Reaper is a powerful race in the Dark Night Continent, just looking at the fact that they can send more than a hundred quasi-seventh-order Xuan Shi this time, it can be seen that none of the top sects in Sunset City have such strength. In addition, there are many small races who are optimistic about Mosta's future with generous funding, and Mosta borrowed a lot of foreign debts with his own credibility to scrape together all the materials for refining the Dark Armband.

It can be said that in order to refine the Dark Armband, Mosta has gambled all his net worth and reputation. Because of this, as long as he had a glimmer of hope, he would not give up refining, otherwise even if he returned to the Dark Night Continent, he would become heavily in debt and never have a bright day!

Mosta looked at this altar that had condensed all his efforts, and sighed: "After several years of preparation, countless twists and turns, today I can finally refine my beloved Dark Armband! With the Dark Armband, my strength has skyrocketed tenfold, which is enough to run rampant in the Seventh-Order Region, slaughtering those quasi-eighth-order twilight Xuanshi like slaughtering pigs and dogs, it is easy! Those debts owed can be easily paid off! It won't be long before my prestige will resound across the two continents!" All the mystics in the Dark Night Continent will recite my legend, and all the mystics in the Twilight Continent will treat me as a nightmare! Maybe no Twilight Mystic will dare to venture to the seventh-order area of the Twilight Secret Realm again! When I advance to the eighth order, those lowly eighth-order twilight mysteries will also regard the Twilight Secret Realm as a Jedi!"

Prado walked in and said respectfully, "Brother Mosta, those Twilight Warriors have been escorted to the mouth of the cave, are you ready here?

Mosta said, "All are ready, escort them in now, their death will be the birth of my dark armband!"

At the entrance to the hall, Thiago, covered in blood, leaned against the stone wall with a tired look. Although Nanir gave him healing pills and used them to plug his wounds, Thiago was still getting more and more sluggish, and Nanil even felt that Thiago's Xuan Qi was slowly draining.

Nanir said worriedly: "Brother Thiago, is your Xuan Gong damaged? How can I feel that your Xuan Qi is slowly draining? Are you so injured that you can't even run the Xuan Gong to heal your injuries?"

"I don't know what's going on. I just feel so sleepy now, and I want to sleep. Well, I'll sleep for a while. Thiago said weakly, closing his eyes, his breath weakening rapidly, and his heart beating slower and slower, until finally his heart even stopped.

"Brother Thiago, Brother Thiago, wake up, wake up!" called Nanir eagerly, leaning down and leaning down on Thiago's chest to listen to the other's heartbeat.

At this moment, Thiago's sharp forelimbs rose silently like a scythe, resting on the back of Nanil's head, and swiping it lightly.

"Whew!"

There was a soft thud.

Nanil's head was cut off. His face was dazed and puzzled, and he didn't understand how his good brother could suddenly kill him!

"Twilight Dog, Damn Twilight Dog, Lao Tzu Kill You, I'll Kill You!" Thiago closed his eyes and screamed wildly, waving his forelimbs wildly, as if he was fighting countless enemies. His face is distorted, and he seems to have fallen into a state of madness!

Mosta and Prado in the hall were stunned by the sudden turn of events!

Prado screamed in high spirits: "Thiago, you're crazy! You actually killed Brother Nanil! He's not a twilight dog! He's your brother Naniel! Oh my God! This wasn't my hallucination! Naniel is really dead!"

Mosta also shouted angrily, "What's going on? What's going on? Thiago, why are you going crazy all of a sudden!"

Thiago opened his eyes, the madness in his eyes gradually dissipating, and he seemed to regain consciousness. He stared blankly at Nanil's headless corpse, his gaze gradually focused, and he showed a grief-stricken expression, and howled hysterically, "I actually killed my brother Nanil! I actually killed my brother! What happened to me? I just saw a twilight dog trying to kill me, and I killed him! I actually killed Nanil!"

"You're hallucinating! This damn hallucination!" Prado said with a look of sudden realization, "I'll just say how you can do it to Nanir, he saved your life twice!" Nanire, you died so unjustly!"

Mosta showed a playful expression, and his voice was a little ethereal: "You are hallucinating? Hehe, is that really the case? Why do I think you seem to be a different person, are you really Thiago?"

"Since I killed Nanil by mistake, let Nanil end my life! One life for another!" Thiago's face was full of madness, and he suddenly grabbed Nanil's forelimbs stained with green blood and thrust them into his own head! Thiago's expression was remarkably calm, as if he was sleeping.

Mosta and Prado froze in place, their eyes in disbelief! They could no longer have imagined that Thiago was so fierce that he found out that he had killed Nanir by mistake, and actually chose to kill himself with the help of Nanil's forelimbs!

At the moment when the two of them were completely shocked, Wu Tian suddenly came out of the ground between the two, held a dagger in each hand, and stabbed the subcostal part below the side of the forelimbs of the two of them! He painstakingly manipulated the doppelganger Thiago to perform passionately, just to create a lore at this moment!

"Poof!" the dagger that stabbed Prado thrust from under his side, piercing his heart. Prado screamed and died. His corpse fell to the ground, blood flowing, but there was a relieved expression on his face, as if he understood something. (To be continued......)