Do you think we really want to die?

For the sake of you two fools, we have to die!

From this man in black, Yun Feiyang could feel the evil rancid smell wafting from his body, and he understood that this trap was to trap their Yun clan.

If they didn't die, Mo Changgeng's formation wouldn't last long.

After all, no matter how you say it, Mo Changgeng is just a Yuan Infant Realm cultivator.

Perhaps in the eyes of the vast majority of ordinary monks, the Yuanying Realm monks are already an existence that needs to be looked up to, a zenith that countless monks cannot reach in their lifetimes.

But in the eyes of those strong people, Yuan Yingjing is just a stronger ant.

What's more, the three of them are just Dao clones, and if they die, they will die!

It's just that in order to pretend to be presentable, they need to make some preparations, otherwise they will blow themselves up.

Blood, meat scraps, bone shavings, these are all things that need to be prepared.

If Yuanying blew himself up, but what exploded was a handful of crystal powder, a discerning person would know at a glance that it was fake, and he couldn't treat the strong people as fools.

Of course, if it was all there was to it, they wouldn't have to go to such lengths to fool people with all these things. The main thing is that there is something special about their doppelgangers.

If these evil cultivators knew that their clones were so special, and that a small spirit crystal puppet could store such a powerful power, there would be no need for the Yun clan to exist.

When the time comes, these cultivators will definitely search for their family master from all over the world.

If it weren't for the fact that they felt that it was a bit incompatible to prepare human flesh, Yun Feiyang and they even wanted to replace it with other people's corpses, after all, human corpses are always more realistic than pig corpses.

After boiling an impassioned chicken soup, in the stunned eyes of Wen Liang and Mo Changgeng, Yun Feiyang and the three of them instantly escaped from the formation and pounced towards the man in black.

Facing Yun Feiyang and the three of them jumping out so involuntarily to send them to death, the man in black laughed, without being polite at all, and directly reached out to pinch their necks, one hand, and the other was directly trampled under his feet.

"Since your Yun clan doesn't come to save you, then the only way to get you back is to kill you so that you can get some interest back. This is what will happen to offending our gods, go and die!"

Click!

Boom Boom!

When the sound of the neck breaking bones came, three roars exploded directly in the secret room shrouded in the formation, and suddenly blood and flesh and bone chips flew everywhere.

The man in black was not slow to react, as if he had already guessed that they would do this.

The figure flashed behind him, and a powerful aura burst out on his body, directly pushing back the qi wave generated by the self-explosion, "Hmph!

He didn't even bother to look at the blood stains and flesh and bone chips scattered all around, but his divine consciousness swept across, trying to capture the divine consciousness of these three people.

But to his disappointment, the three people's divine consciousness seemed to have completely exploded into remnants.

"Even the gods and souls blew themselves up, is it so desperate?" the man in black sighed lightly.

After sighing lightly, he laughed again, "I don't believe it, your Yun clan can retreat in that Feiyun Island for the rest of your life, once you have clansmen appear in the future, you will do one by one, and see how many Yuanying monks your Yun clan can cultivate!"

So why not go straight to Feiyun Island?

Emm......

Isn't that going to die?

What a lesson from the past!

The man in black muttered to himself, glanced at the formation where Wen Liang and Mo Changgeng were, turned around and disappeared.

Sensing the disappearance of the black-clothed man outside the formation, Mo Changgeng and Wen Liang both breathed a sigh of relief.

They could also feel that the other party probably didn't want to kill them easily. As for the reason, all they could think of was 'the other party might not want to offend Qingxuanzong'.

But when you think about it, they don't think it's quite the same.

They didn't know who the other party was, even if Qingxuanzong knew that something had happened to them and came over to investigate the matter, but during this time, couldn't they run away?

Naturally, they didn't know that the Gods Organization didn't want to really lure the powerhouse of the Qingxuan Sect to this Red Dragon Ze, and the spiritual vein underground was about to take shape...... Well, five years ago, they said that the formation was imminent, but five years later, it is still almost there.

Before they got the benefits of this village in their hands, they didn't want the powerhouses of the Seven Sects of Yuezhou to intervene here, otherwise there would really be nothing to do with these evil organizations.

A spiritual vein, maybe the big sects of the Seven Sects of Yuezhou can't look down on it, and they won't make a special trip to compete with other sects. But if something happens to their protégé here, they will definitely come over and beat the rabbit with grass then......

Emm......

"Killed?"

When the man in black returned to the big cave underground, someone asked.

"It's just three Yuan Infant Monks, can they make any big waves?"

"Did you get any useful information from their spirits?" someone asked.

The man in black shook his head a little helplessly, "Those three Yun Clan monks are very decisive, even their souls have exploded, and they can't find any useful information from those remnant spirits at all. ”

The black-clothed overseer at the head shook his head and said, "Forget it, let's prepare for the sacrifice!" By the way, the strength of a few of them will be mentioned again, this time the sacrifice is so rich, the gods must be very happy!"

So, several men in black knelt down towards the statues, large and small, opened their arms, and began to chant those strange sacrifices, sometimes in a low tone, sometimes high-pitched.

The space above the statue, as if it had come to life, began to tremble, and then slowly opened a slit, and black mist drilled out of that slit and diffused.

A bubbling black mist emerges and eventually merges into the statues below.

A mist of blood rose from the pool of blood and converged towards the statues.

Lines of blood rose from the statue and plunged into the crack.

It was as if I could hear a distant low and strange murmur from behind the crack, like an ancient call, like a poet singing.

Zhong Qing and the five people also knelt behind those black-clothed people, learning the same movements, skillfully singing those sacrificial words, and the look on their faces was no longer the previous entanglement, but full of excitement.

Eating marrow knows the taste, that's what they are talking about.

......

In the underground passage outside, the clones who did not give up were speeding up the speed of cracking the formation. They had already found some kind of pattern in these formations.

These formations were arranged by the same person, and after cracking these formations, in order to prevent the person who set up the formation from continuing to use these formations to reorganize into new formations, his clones took the trouble to gather these formations.

In fact, these arrays are also a kind of wealth, although they seem inconspicuous.

When the other monks saw this situation, they didn't say much, after all, these formations were cracked by others, what can they say?

Besides, these monks didn't seem to think much of those formations.

Finally, the No. 1 clone, Baotou Lu Bu, and their Jun monks, came across a golden formation and met two familiar monks.