At this moment,

The strong smell of blood mixed with the smell of revenge instantly filled the cavern.

Yang Dong frowned, and subconsciously wanted to cover his mouth and nose. However, the reaction of the cultists surprised him.

Because these cult members were not only not persuaded to retreat by this unpleasant smell, but on the contrary, their cheeks showed a look of intoxication.

These cult cultists, it shouldn't be because their brains are bad in cultivation, right?

Yang Dong complained silently in his heart, but he saw countless sect members, and at this moment, they actually spontaneously surrounded both sides of the iron coffin.

They are like devout believers, guarding a supreme treasure.

From beginning to end, no one spoke. But their behavior is surprisingly consistent!

Just then, the dull beat of drums sounded again.

It's just that this time, the rhythm of the drums has obviously changed.

With the beat of the drums, the steps of the cultists became strange again. Even the skeletal horse that was pulling was keeping up with the drumbeat at the moment.

The space of the cave is actually not huge, but it is just a cup of tea, and the skeleton horse has already approached the fire pool.

At this moment, the faint voice of the master of the altar came from the side.

"God Rasheng is above, I teach devout disciples, offer your sacrifices immediately!"

"Enjoy the festival at this moment, enjoy the true power!"

As soon as the words fell, these cultists were like crazy, desperately pulling something out of their waist pockets.

With Yang Dong's eyesight at the moment, he could naturally easily see what they were taking!

Tongues, lots of tongues!

From Yang Dong's point of view, those cultists were full of fanaticism, desperately pulling out blood-stained tongues from their pockets.

Some of their tongues were still bleeding out, and they even twitched from time to time on the surface.

Some tongues are black in color and emit a foul smell!

However, no one cares about the condition of the tongue. The only thing they have to do at this moment is to throw the stinky tongue in their hands into the pool of fire!

Some people have nothing in their pockets. They desperately pulled out until their nails turned out and their fingers were bloody, but they still refused to give up.

Dark red blood mixed with the smell of rancid fish, at this moment, filled every corner of the cavern.

"Are they all crazy?"

Yang Dong couldn't help but ask, but only got a meaningful smile from the altar master.

"Do you think they're crazy?"

"On the contrary, their brains at the moment can be said to be the most awake moment in their lives."

The altar master smiled faintly, and a smug expression appeared on his cheeks.

Yang Dong frowned slightly, and was about to speak, but the next scene made him dumbfounded and his eyes widened.

I saw that those cultists who had fallen into madness knelt on the spot very reverently after throwing all their tongues into the fire.

And the skeleton horse behind them, as if it had been manipulated, actually stepped straight into the fire pool!

In front of everyone's eyes, the skeleton horse actually pulled the iron coffin and entered the fire pool together!

This scene made Yang Dong and Wan Yanyue stunned.

And those heretists still knelt on the ground reverently. It was as if I was not surprised at what was happening in front of me.

That's when things changed.

I saw that the flames in the original fire pool were dyed with a faint green light at this moment.

At the same time, there was a large amount of black gas like a thick fog. Gradually emerge from the bottom of the fire pool.

Beneath the flickering flames, these black mist were like a thick curtain, gradually covering the bodies of those heretists.

And the cultists who came into contact with the black fog were as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, their eyes were wide open, their whole body trembled, and they looked extremely excited.

They breathed heavily, as if this black mist was a rare tonic, desperately trying to absorb more.

At first, Yang Dong didn't understand why they behaved like this.

However, he soon learned the answer.

It turned out that with the inhalation of the black mist, the strength of these heretists was like a sesame seed blooming, climbing step by step.

Their strength is increasing rapidly at a speed that is incomprehensible to ordinary people.

Just a few breaths can be worth many months of practice for a normal practitioner.

At this moment, Yang Dong felt that his back was soaked in cold sweat, because he never dreamed that the cultivation of these cultists could be improved so quickly.

However, after the tea, the situation on the scene changed again. Those cultists who have sacrificed their tongues relatively little can no longer receive the blessings of the black mist at this moment.

These black fogs seem to have spirituality, and they can actually take the initiative to bypass some people.

But even so, those heretists still desperately opened their mouths and sucked desperately, in a vain attempt to obtain even the slightest bit of black mist.

In this case, the end of the month lasted for a stick of incense.

It is no exaggeration to say that the improvement of the strength of some of the cultists has actually crossed a large level in a short period of time, and this large level may be a moat that can never be crossed for many martial artists.

No wonder the Three Kingdoms will join forces to suppress the cult, as the so-called puppet is not guilty, but he is guilty. With such a rebellious cultivation method, it is strange that the sophistry is not taken seriously.

Not to mention that these people are not a good thing in themselves!

Yang Dong watched all this silently, but he had already begun to think about how to solve this big trouble.

If the sophistry is not restricted, it will inevitably become a big problem for the Great Zhou in the future.

Fortunately, the thick black fog came and went quickly.

In the midst of the intoxicated expression of the cultist, the black mist faded like a tide and returned to the pool of fire.

At the same time, the flames in the fire pool also returned to their original color. With the black fog disappearing, it was as if none of this had ever happened.

Yang Dong was shocked by the scene in front of him, and he couldn't close his mouth, and at this time, the voice of the altar master with a hint of banter sounded in his ears.

"Well, these are just hors d'oeuvres. Now it's time for the main event. ”

He muttered silently, then gave a look to one of his subordinates.

The next moment, the men went into action.

It's not so much action as programmatic work.

I saw two of them step forward and subconsciously lift the wooden stake that bound Yan Yue.

This wave of operations can be said to have frightened Wan Yanyue.

She writhed desperately and shouted:

"What are you doing? Let me go! ”

"Do you know that this palace is the third princess of Houjin. If you dare to make a move on me, my father will never let you go! ”