Endless swampland.

A few miles away from the three of them, between the two peaks, a straight stone path crosses the swamp to the foot of the altar, where a towering three-tiered altar stands in the center of the swamp.

At this time, at the highest point of the altar, there was a huge drum beating.

Circle after circle of air waves rushed out with the sound of drums.

The fog just now was obviously caused by the sound of tapping on the altar.

Ning Baifeng took a closer look, his face changed slightly, "It's not good!

As soon as he finished speaking, he had already raised his sword.

At the same time, a green coat and hat appeared on him.

Yuan Tai didn't seem to move, but the cloud under his feet immediately pulled out a trail, carrying the two of them to follow the shadow in front of him and rush towards the altar.

Miles away, in a blink of an eye.

When Ning Baifeng approached the altar, he found that countless Qiang men and women were kneeling on the ground, and even the straight stone path was full of kneeling people, all of whom bowed to the altar.

On the second floor of the altar, a circle of totem stone pillars was erected, a total of eighteen, and each one was tied with a chain.

On the top floor of the altar, however, was a huge pool of blood, in which blood was tumbling, and in the middle of the pool was a small stone platform, on which a person was also chained.

There were three witch priests standing next to the blood pool, chanting the Qiang mantra in their mouths, and the beast bone staff in their hands suddenly slammed into the ground.

There was a bang.

The blood in the pool shook, and a wave of qi spread out from the blood pool.

Obviously, this is the source of the knocking sound and the ferocious fog tide that I heard earlier.

The sudden arrival of Ning Baifeng and the other three immediately aroused the attention of all the Qiang people.

"Outsider, get out of here!"

A loud voice rang out from the side of the altar's blood pool, but it was one of the three witch priests.

Ning Baifeng didn't reply immediately, but carefully watched the people bound on the eighteen totem poles.

There are both men and women, but none of them are familiar faces.

Ning Baifeng secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

On the altar, the warning sounded again, "Outsider......!

Before he could finish speaking, several more shadows flew from far away, hovering on the other side of the altar.

There were also three of them.

A middle-aged scholar, a black-armored general, and a man with a spirit monkey squatting on his shoulder.

Ning Baifeng can be sure that these three people are the three major worshippers of the Daquan Dynasty, they have been here for a long time, and they have not appeared until now, and it is very likely that they are also trapped in this mysterious river.

This time, the three witch priests on the altar didn't say anything, and directly slammed the beast bone staff in their hands to the ground.

The entire altar shook violently.

The person who was locked on the stone platform in the middle of the blood pool raised his head to the sky and let out a roar of pain.

Around the bottom layer of the altar, all the strange beast totems burst out with blood light in their eyes, forming a curtain of light, firmly enclosing the altar of immortals.

Yuan Zhen looked at the shadow bound by chains in the middle of the blood pool, and let out an exclamation, "Zhao Shuo!"

Ning Baifeng was shocked, and his eyes looked at the person carefully.

The man had been hanging his head before, unable to see his face clearly, but now he was screaming in pain, and a familiar face was revealed under his messy hair.

Ten years of change, this face has matured a lot, even if he is haggard and thin at the moment, he can still see that he is a beautiful man.

When they were separated, Ning Baifeng remembered this face firmly.

At this moment, it is clear that it is indeed Zhao Shuo.

Ning Baifeng immediately shouted angrily, "Save people!"

A sword light rushed out from his waist and pierced the blood-colored light curtain.

There was a thud.

The place pierced by the sword light rippled in circles like water waves, and in a moment it returned to calm, and everything was as usual.

"Outsiders, retreat now, our people can not blame the past! If you don't retreat, wait until the witch god awakens, you will be buried here!"

The voice of one of the witch priests was heard again from the altar.

Ning Baifeng ignored it, the long sword in his right hand shook, and with a sword, he slashed at one of the alien beast totems at the bottom of the altar.

Another bang.

The blood-colored light curtain shook again, only this time, more violently.

Effective!

Although Ning Baifeng didn't understand the formation system, since these light curtains were lit up from the eyes of the alien beast totem, then these things could be regarded as formation bases.

Breaking the formation first breaks the foundation, this principle is applicable everywhere.

However, before Ning Baifeng could stab out the second sword, the mire under the altar suddenly churned and arched.

Three huge mud monsters roared out of the mire, their heads and bodies resembling snakes, but covered with scales and spikes, hideous and terrifying.

The most bizarre thing is that this mud monster is one or three.

"Hah, what a big three-headed snake. ”

Yuan Tai looked at this mud monster and laughed loudly: "Young master, the old slave is the best at catching snakes, you concentrate on breaking the formation!"

After speaking, without waiting for Ning Baifeng to reply, Yuan Tai stepped forward directly, and instantly appeared in front of the three-headed monster snake, slamming a fist on the head of the snake in the middle.

Boom!

The wave of qi that erupted with the strength of the fist pushed outward.

The head of the strange snake slammed into the mud of the swamp, knocking out a large crater, and the mud stirred up scattered and splashed in all directions.

The other two heads of the strange snake roared and pounced directly on Yuan Tai, which was easily avoided by him.

Seeing this, Ning Baifeng turned his head towards Yuan Zhen and shouted, "Take care of yourself!"

He immediately bypassed the battlefield between Yuan Tai and the strange snake and slashed out from another direction.

Another sword light lit up.

The blood-colored light curtain trembled violently, but it was not broken.

When Ning Baifeng was about to hand out another sword, he found that on the second layer of the altar, among the people bound on the eighteen totem poles, three of them directly turned into dried corpses, and all the blood followed the lines on the ground, upstream and merged into the blood pool on the top layer.

Ning Baifeng's complexion changed.

With human sacrifice, when all the eighteen people are sacrificed, the final sacrifice object must be Zhao Shuo in the middle.

At this moment, Ning Baifeng was no longer clumsy.

He quickly retreated, retreating to the outside of Lixu.

When the three worshippers of Oizumi saw this scene, they all thought that this person was fleeing from the war.

In an instant, a brilliant sword light illuminated the Lost Trail.

Before everyone could react, this sword light rushed towards the altar with an indomitable momentum and stabbed at the base of the formation.

There was a loud bang.

The base of the alien beast totem array exploded into rubble.

A huge hole appeared in the blood-colored light curtain in an instant.

The three offerings of Oizumi immediately changed color.

What a strong sword!

They secretly thought to themselves, even if it was themselves, it was basically impossible to take this sword unscathed.

From this point of view, this person is actually a great monk of the Yuan Infant Realm.

However, apart from the three of them in Daquan, I haven't heard of any other Yuan Infant Earth Immortals.

Where did this person come from?

At this time, no one will solve their doubts.

As a party concerned, Ning Baifeng would not stop to explain.

With a full sword in the Sword Guts Realm, he had killed Pei Qianshan, and then drew Ji Nian, who had gone all out, and now that he had entered the Sword Pill Realm, the power of this sword naturally rose, and it was even better than before!

The moment the blood-colored light curtain shattered, he didn't stop at all, and rushed directly towards the blood pool in the center of the altar.

The faces of the three great witch priests changed drastically.

"Stop him!"

Under the altar, a witch priest jumped into the air without hesitation, the blood of the beast bone staff in his hand flickered, and smashed directly into the rushing Tsing Yi Dou Kapa swordsman.

Swords and staff collide.

With a loud bang, a ferocious burst of energy.

The two shadows flew out directly.

The Qiang witch sacrifice that shot slammed into the blood-colored light curtain on the other side, like a boulder smashing on the rubber surface, knocking out a huge pit, but it was not broken.

Ning Baifeng stopped hundreds of zhang away and rushed towards the altar again.

In the time when the formation was broken and repulsed, six more people on the eighteen totem poles turned into dried corpses.

In a short time, half of them had been sacrificed.

Time is running out.

At the same time, during the battle between Yuan Tai and the monster snake, his arms had become beasts, and his sharp finger claws pierced directly into the jaw of the basilisk's head.

Tearing it off with all his might, he directly tore the head of the strange snake in half, and blood splattered.

In the Daquan offering, the man standing with the spirit monkey on his shoulder saw this scene, and his eyes immediately lit up.

Such a powerful shapeshifting demon spirit, if it can be used by him, what a majesty it should be!

On the altar of sacrifice.

The priest who was knocked into the light curtain spat out a mouthful of blood and shouted a word in Qiang.

In an instant, five priests on the lowest level of the altar rushed towards the rift, chanting incantations in their mouths, and the blood of the beast bone staff in their hands flashed.

Together, the blow must have been extraordinary.

Suddenly, however, a white light rushed up from the mire beside the altar.

The white light was drawn into a silk thread and passed through the heads of the five priests.

In an instant, the imminent attack came to an abrupt end.

The white light swept not far away, revealing a slight form.

"Flying Sword!"

The three worshippers shouted out in surprise almost at the same time.

This person is a sword cultivator!

This is the only thought on their minds at the moment.

The white light in the air jumped and disappeared without a trace.

The five priests slowly fell to the ground.

Ning Baifeng once again rushed to the altar and slashed towards the pool of blood with a sword.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a dark arrow flew at great speed, hit the sword light, and scattered it.

Seeing this opportunity, more sacrifices rushed over.

Countless skulls, glowing with blood, spit out imps and attacked overwhelmingly.

Ning Baifeng immediately let out a loud shout, "Yuanzhen!

Just in between shouting.

He quickly retreated, glancing in the direction the arrow was coming from.

But it is the general wearing black armor among the three major offerings of Daquan.

This person must be the founding commander of Daquan mentioned by Li Fu, Wen Tianzuo.

At this time, Wen Tianzuo held a longbow in his hand and said loudly: "Friend, if you destroy the sacrificial ceremony, the ancient ruins will probably not be able to appear, please be calm!"

Ning Baifeng stabilized his form and said coldly: "I'm just here to save people! If you stop it again, don't blame me for being polite later!"

It's just a short time to delay.

On the totem pole of the sacrifice, only the last three remained, and the others had all been drained of blood.

The sword light in Ning Baifeng's hand lit up again.

Its momentum is no less than the sword that broke the formation before.

Meanwhile.

Yuan Zhen, who heard the shouting, directly threw out all his thunder talismans.

If you want to deal with so many skeleton ghosts, obviously one thunder charm is definitely not enough.

Yuan Zhen mobilized the vitality in his body, activated all the talismans with the five thunder seals, and shouted the thunder mantra in his mouth: "Heaven and earth thunder, great will, gather in the altar, the ghosts and gods are shocked, for me to get rid of the rope, send away the evil spirit, Tiangang five thunder is ordered by me!"

Suddenly, more than ten thunderbolts rushed into the sky.

A cloud of thunderclouds with a radius of nearly 100 feet covered the sky above the altar, and the thunder and lightning surged like an angry dragon.

The three major offerings of Daquan immediately retreated.

Ning Baifeng took out his sword and rushed towards the blood pool.

A white light suddenly appeared on the lowest level of the altar, shuttling between the witch offerings.

At this moment, the thunder of heaven and earth fell.

At this moment, the last three attendants turned into dried corpses.

At this moment, the beast bone staff in the hands of the three great witch priests slammed into the ground.

At this moment, the blood in the pool climbed up to the man who was locked in the middle of the stone platform.

Also at this moment, the sword light arrived.