"Boring!" the dagger stabbed at Mosta was blocked by Mosta, who staggered backwards and retreated to the side of the altar. In an instant, the shadow was condensed, and the shadow flew into the long sword in his hand. The sword soldier shone brightly, reflecting Mosta's expression in a cloudy and uncertain manner.

Mosta's strange mouthparts were slightly upturned, revealing a mocking smile, and said coldly: "Is Thiago really being controlled? Don't you think it's a fool to use the same trick twice?"

Fifteen quasi-eighth-order Xuanshi were plotted by Wu Tianlian, either forced away or killed, and finally only one was left, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a slight smile: "I did underestimate your IQ, but despite this, you still have to die." ”

Mosta glanced at Wu Tian carefully, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he said in surprise: "You are actually only in the late stage of the sixth order, you can kill my four brothers who are quasi-eighth order, you are definitely the most talented twilight mystic scholar I have ever seen, even my conceit and talent are incomparable, and I am still stunned." You're not going to tell me that Brother Omar wasn't killed by you, are you?"

Wu Tian felt that he was in his hands, and his nervous mind, which had been tense, also relaxed, and he walked leisurely, forced Mosta, and said in surprise: "You actually guessed that Omar had already died? In that case, why didn't you tell your brothers about this guess, but watched them be killed? They are all good brothers who have taken risks and fought with you, but you are so indifferent!"

With a cold smile on his face, Mosta said in a calm, gritty tone, "If I tell them, they will be wary." You won't be able to find a chance to kill them. And if I'm guessing right. You shouldn't be sure of defeating two quasi-eighth-order mystics. So you definitely won't show up. Instead, it will be hidden, and it will erupt when I perform the blood sacrifice!

"The people of the night are indeed cold-blooded. It seems that your brother's life is still not as valuable as that dark armband in your eyes!" Wu Tian said casually, continuing to slowly approach Mosta. Mosta looked dazed and didn't notice his approach, and Wu Tian didn't mind accompanying him to play a good show. Stand-up comedy can't be said, someone has to cooperate. Kill Mosta when he feels best about himself, and let him die a well-deserved death!

A gleam flashed in Mosta's eyes. He continued to say calmly: "Besides, I think it's worth exchanging their lives for your lives! If I don't take advantage of the fact that I kill you, the super genius of the Twilight Continent now, and wait until you really grow up and want to kill you, my Night Continent needs to pay not only four quasi-eighth-order mystics, but four or even forty ninth-order mysteries!

"Are you going to kill me? or give me death!" Wu Tian roared angrily and burst into trouble! He directly sacrificed the Five Elements Seal, a tenfold increase in combat power, and a punch was 500,000 catties of divine power. Just hit Mosta, and one punch can crush him into pulp!

"Can't help but do it, I've been waiting for you for a long time!" Mosta's expression was calm and cold. Like the eternal ice on the polar plateau, he gently patted the Blood Sacrifice Altar behind him.

All the gems and spirit stones on the altar suddenly shone brightly, and the colorful brilliant light rose into the sky, turning into a black demon dragon with teeth and claws. The demon dragon roared, turned into a streamer, and the dragon head poked out fiercely, and at the moment when Wu Tian was about to bombard Mosta's body, the hideously open huge mouth bit Wu Tian fiercely, swallowing Wu Tian into his mouth!

Wu Tian felt that the black light that wrapped himself was like a sticky mire, firmly sticking to him. A huge suction force came, and he wanted to suck his body towards the altar. With the strength of his legs, he plunged hard into the stony ground, struggling to resist the tug of the black light. The cold hairs on his skin stood up in an instant, and the black light that turned into the shape of a demon dragon seemed to have spirituality, frantically burrowing into his body from his pores, recklessly plundering his own mystical energy, vitality and even divine consciousness!

For the first time, Mosta's face showed a truly shocked look, and he couldn't believe it: "You can actually resist the tearing of the soul-devouring blood? That requires at least 100,000 catties of strength to be possible! I already thought you were very demonic, and I didn't expect you to be more demonic than I thought! But this is okay, my four brothers died more meaningfully!"

He had a crazy look on his face, and roared excitedly: "You just have to struggle! The Soul Devouring Blood Light will continue to devour your vitality and even your Divine Consciousness, and you will not be able to escape! The longer you struggle, the stronger the pain will be! Enjoy the pain of being deprived of all your vitality and Divine Consciousness! When I put in the prepared ninety-nine heads of blood food, the Soul Devouring Blood Light will become even stronger! I will see how long you can hold on!"

Mosta shouted, "Come on, bring those twilight dogs in!"

"Yes!" said the crypt reaper's voice from outside the cave.

However, those captured twilight mysteries were not escorted in, and a series of loud sounds of Xuan Qi colliding sounded outside the cave.

A moment later, a Crypt Reaper Leader ran in in a panic, and Mosta felt a bad feeling in his heart, and shouted, "What happened? What about the Twilight Dogs? Why didn't you come here?"

The leader of the Crypt Reapers replied with a sad face: "I don't know what's going on, those twilight dogs' sealed Xuan veins have been unlocked, and even the Xuan Qi has completely recovered!

"What?" Mosta's face suddenly became ugly, he looked coldly at Wu Tian, who was still struggling in the black light, and said angrily: "This is also a good thing you did, right? Hehe, you really me off! Okay, since you let go of those twilight dogs, then pay with your own life!"

Mosta turned to the Crypt Reaper Leader and said, "Tell everyone to stop chasing those Twilight Dogs, come here, and help me take down this culprit!"

"Yes!" the Crypt Reaper Commander hurriedly went.

There were more than a hundred quasi-seventh-order crypt reapers outside the cave, more in number than the Twilight Xuanshi, and they were all fully armed, on the other hand, the Dusk Xuanshi side. The treasures and armor were all taken away. All with bare hands. He was captured for many more days, physically and mentally exhausted. Either way, the Crypt Reaper side has a huge advantage.

It's just that when they reached the quasi-seventh order, they had great power to attack with only their fists and feet, not to mention that the twilight mystics had been captured for many days, and they had long held back an evil fire, but now they finally had a chance to vent, and the attack was even more violent. More desperate, but also more united.

On top of that, the Crypt Reapers, while ruthless and belligerent, must also be motivated by sufficient profits. The treasures, equipment, and even teleportation stones on these Twilight Warriors have long been looted by the Unicorn Clan and the Vampire Skeleton Clan, and there is no benefit from killing them. Therefore, the Crypt Reaper side did not have much fighting spirit, and in the situation, the Twilight Xuanshi side had the advantage.

If it weren't for the fear of punishment from the young master, the crypt reapers would have let these poor eggs go long ago. Therefore, after receiving the latest order from the young master, they hurriedly gave up the pursuit of the captives and retreated to the cave.

While continuing to manipulate the Black Light Demon Dragon to swallow Wu Tian, Mosta instructed his subordinates, "You all come to the altar. Each person grabbed a blood-colored gem on the edge of the altar and poured Xuan Qi into the altar. Add the power of the dragon and help me kill this twilight dog!"

"Obey the young master's orders!" some loyal crypt reapers immediately followed the order, each grabbing the blood-colored gem on the edge of the altar and infusing it with Xuan Qi.

More Crypt Reapers are holding back. They were worried that the young master would not go crazy, and when they saw that the twilight captives had run away, they took them as a filler. Although everyone admires the young master's talent for cultivating Xuan, the young master's reputation in the clan is not very good, and he is notoriously ruthless.

Mosta said angrily, "What are you all doing in a daze, either come and help me kill this twilight dog, or continue to hunt down the twilight captives!"

The crypt reapers were even more hesitant. Many of them had already gone to the altar to help, and if they were to go out and hunt down the twilight captives, they would no longer have the advantage in numbers. Moreover, those twilight captives are very crazy, and the chance of being killed is extremely high. It's just that the order of his young master makes people's hearts beat again.

They discussed in whispers and soon came up with a compromise.

They all knew that if the young master wanted to refine the dark armband, he needed to sacrifice the blood of ninety-nine quasi-seventh-order Xuanshi. Fifty of them went over to help at the altar, plus the more than seventy people who had already passed, and it was enough for such a large number of people to work together to kill the struggling Twilight Xuanshi.

And the total number of people around the altar did not reach ninety-nine, even if the young master had bad intentions and wanted to sacrifice everyone's blood, the number was not enough. As a result, the refining of the dark armband failed, and all the efforts of the young master were in vain! Presumably the young master would not be so unwise.

They thought about it and thought it was the safest. Even if the young master is unhappy afterwards, he will not settle the account after the autumn. Let's not say that the law is not to blame the public, although everyone is nominally the young master's subordinates, but they also have their own backgrounds, and even the clan master has nothing to do when they are gathered together, presumably the young master also knows the word "public anger is difficult to commit!" It is a matter of his own life, even if the clan master's order is not to listen to it, not to mention that Mosta is just a young master.

They had made up their minds, and immediately sent fifty men to help at the altar, while the others watched from the entrance of the hall. Now it's not safe in the hall, it's even more dangerous outside the cave, and the entrance to the hall is the safest place.

Mosta watched expressionlessly as the fifty crypt reapers finally "obeyed the order", and came to the altar one after another, with a touch of cold cruelty flashing in his eyes, and suddenly took out a black armband from his bosom and threw it into the hole in the center of the altar. At the same time, his fingers quickly drew a symbol on a black spirit stone that was as smooth as a mirror.

"Woooooo

The Blood Sacrifice Altar suddenly let out a terrible roar, as if a ghost screamed, and all the red gems on the edge of the altar suddenly shone brightly, like the bloody eyes of a terrible ghost. A terrifying suction emanated from the red gem, and all the crypt reapers standing next to the altar, whether their hands were actually touching the red gems, or pretending to be shrewd to hang their hands in the air and touch the gems, could not resist this terrifying suction, and the flesh and blood were sucked and stuck to the altar!

All the crypt reapers beside the altar screamed at the same time, and the vitality, mystery, and even divine consciousness in their bodies were instantly sucked into the altar, and the red gems on the altar became more and more bewitching, as if warm blood flowed in them.

In an instant, the screams of these crypt reapers stopped abruptly. They had been completely sucked dry, turning into hideous and terrifying human skins, clinging to the red gems on the side of the altar, light and thin, like the common shadow puppets of temple fairs!

The crypt reapers standing at the entrance of the hall were full of horror, and as they ran out, they shouted and cursed: "Mosta, you are really mad! You actually sacrificed the blood of your own people! When we go back, we must go to the clan and hunt down you to death! You are dead!" (To be continued......)