When his thoughts burst out, Mo Chuan quietly suppressed this thought again.

It's not that I'm unbearable, but I'm worried about getting into trouble.

Before you know the whole picture, it's better not to act rashly.

……

The cave is winding, secluded and secluded.

The huge sedan chair is in front, and the servants are behind, like a thousand-legged centipede, knowing that the rope is walking between the underground stone passages.

If you look closely, you can see that the procession has been moving downward, like a zigzag road on a winding mountain road.

This walk is half a day.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa—"

Suddenly, in the quiet cave, there was the creepy cry of a baby.

Not long after, I saw a newborn ghost baby, peeking out of the wall, looking directly at the sacrificial procession.

However, for some reason, until the immortal sacrifice team was far away, the ghost baby did not move, but just instinctively drilled to the surface.

"Wow-wow-", "Wow-"

The further down you go, the more ghost babies there are.

Suddenly, a flickering flash of fire emerged from the end of the underground cavern.

As the immortal sacrifice procession approached, a huge cave came into view.

This cave is as large as a castle, and it is pitch black on the left and right, and there is no outline of the edge.

At first glance, you don't even feel like it's underground.

In the center of the cave, there is a huge gossip array carved by Yin and Yang, and there are eight statues standing in the eight-sided array, all of which are as big as a pavilion.

If you look closely, it is the Eight Divine Beasts of the Daomen:

- Zhifu, Teng Snake, Taiyin, Liuhe, Gou Chen, Vermilion Bird, Nine Lands, Nine Heavens!

Mo Chuan didn't understand Qimen Dunjia, and he didn't see that this was the hexagram of Yang Dun, a hidden hexagram that turned tangible into invisible.

"Why is it so late this time? But let's wait, Wu Bu? ”

"Hehe, aren't you indulging in your goddaughter's belly and forgetting about Xianzun?"

In the gossip array, there was a sound of ridicule and ridicule.

Mo Chuan looked at it in surprise, only to find that in the shadow of the huge statue, there were seven immortal sacrifice teams.

These teams are basically the same as the Witch teams.

However, the leaders are very different.

Among them, there are men and women, old and young, and their cultivation is even more uneven.

Some are as deep as the abyssal sea, and do not distinguish the realm;

Some of them are breathtaking, not to mention two thousand years;

There are also those who have only been cultivating for hundreds of years, leading a team, and they seem out of place, I don't know if they are acting on behalf of the master, or if they have other hidden secrets.

"Hmph, knowingly, when Benjun searched for that outsider, didn't it be rare to see your minions active? Why, is this because Benjun didn't kill enough? ”

The sound of witchcraft came from the huge sedan chair.

"Bang-"

The door of the sedan car was wide open, and Wu Bu slowly walked out wearing a thin coat.

At a glance, you can also see a young woman, as smooth as an aries, curled up on a soft couch.

It was the little lotus that he had to borrow from Mo Chuan.

"What a lot of anger!"

"Oh, don't say that, anyone who sees the fat in their mouth flying, they have to be angry."

In the face of Wu Bu's ridicule, the other immortal sacrifice teams didn't care, and still laughed.

In this realm, the least valuable thing is human life.

What's the point of a few minions?

"Wu Bu, has the spirit element been restored outside?"

A faint inquiry interrupted everyone's banter and mockery, and Wu Bu's angry face suddenly disappeared.

According to the prestige, it was the immortal sacrifice procession that knelt cross-legged behind the beetle snake.

The person who spoke was full of white hair but handsome, and when he raised his eyes to speak, his evil aura soared to the sky, and his cultivation was unfathomable.

"There is a suspicion of recovery."

Wu Bu said in a deep voice, a flash of awe flashing in his eyes.

When the earth is out of the sky, the king will open up this heaven and earth, in order to avoid the turbidity of the world, set up eight songs, people and animals, draw longevity, and wait for the time.

However, thousands of years passed.

The original eight-song leader was almost withered.

The successor has also changed several times.

Only the leader of the beetle snake curve, Zuoqiu Zongyan, has been withered to this day, and his appearance remains unchanged, which is awe-inspiring.

I don't know how he kept his realm and continued his longevity in this era of lack of spiritual yuan?

"Oh? How so? ”

"That person has a spirit hidden element on his body, although it is untraceable, but he can't hide the means of a qi refiner."

Wu Bu whispered.

The sound fell, and the huge earth cave was dead silent, and the needle drop could be heard.

After a while, there was a sudden uproar.

"Is that true?"

"Could it be due to special exercises?"

"Hmph, no matter how strong the exercises are, how can they squeeze water from stones?"

"The luck of heaven and earth will fall on us?"

"Even if the spirit yuan recovers, there must be a gradual process, and I am afraid that we will have to guard it for hundreds of years, or even thousands of years."

"That's better than being aimless!"

There was a lot of discussion in the Eight Songs, which made Mo Chuan, who was hiding in the shadows, stunned and inexplicable.

Contains the spirit of the treasure?

Isn't it because he practiced the art of opening the valley?

Wrong.

One of them also said that no matter how strong the exercises are, they can't squeeze water from stones, could it be that heaven and earth are really going to usher in drastic changes?

Combined with the information he had obtained before, Mo Chuan's thoughts suddenly became redundant.

Does he want to eavesdrop on more information? However, this group of people only cared about the revival of Lingyuan, and even ridiculed Wu Bu for letting him Mo Chuan, and the others rarely communicated.

Occasionally, I can't hear a reason for mentioning it without saying a word.

"Let's talk later, the immortal sacrifice is the most important thing right now."

With Zuoqiu Zongyan's words, everyone gradually stopped talking, clapped their hands gently, and the servants who had been waiting behind them for a long time hurriedly hugged the baby in the load to the gossip map.

After the sacrifice was completed, the leaders of the Eight Qu Sect stood behind the eight statues, raised their hands and pressed them on the statues, and chanted in unison.

"Qingluanzi is a thousand years old and a thousand years old, and the peach is five and the heart is five...... I am a body, the inside becomes a roundworm, the outside is a louse, a turtle and fish, a fistula is a rat and an ant, I can be all things, the way is like a sword, cutting things with a blade is sharp, holding a blade with a hand is hurting ......"

With the sound of a low incantation, the Bagua Array surrounded by the eight statues of divine beasts lit up one by one in the order of Yang Escape.

"Wow-"

A moment ago, the babies who were still sleeping soundly suddenly cried in unison.

It is as if instinctively feeling the fear of death.

"Sting!"

The dazzling white light suddenly lit up from the gossip array, and the crying sound suddenly went out.

The noise and silence make people feel chilling in their minds.

The smoke cleared, and the bursts of light were in a trance.

Billowing blood mist poured out of the gossip diagram, dyeing the fading white light into blood.

"Wow wow-"

The terrible cry came from the blood mist again, it was the first birth of a ghost baby, it was death.

However, at this moment, no one cared about the ghost baby born in the array.

That's just the dust of the road.

I saw gurgling blood slowly seeping into the ground along the gossip lines, and the sound of swallowing came from the ground, and then the snoring sound gradually faded away.

Eight statues lit up.

The regular light, swimming against the current, gathers in the mouth of the statue, condenses into a little firefly, and slowly falls.

This is the leftovers after the king's feast.

It is also a guarantee of the loyalty of the Baqu Department.

Seeing this, the leaders of the eight songs had no waves, and this process, in the past countless years, they had already repeated it boringly and tediously countless times.

There is no sadness or joy in this regard.

They calmly watched as the fireflies fell, not worried about the snatching by the other song leaders.

Because this longevity is inexhaustible.

"Ahem—"

At this moment, a strange coughing sound suddenly came from the depths of the cave, startling the leaders to subconsciously turn their heads to look.