Among them, the monks of the Suiyang Sect speculated the most, could it be that the alchemy of the Cangjian Sect was already more powerful than their Dingdanmen?

The dark fall has developed to the point where even the shattered golden pill can be easily repaired?

This possibility was even more terrifying than seeing Mu Shengxun reappear.

Qing Mian only thought that this was the ability of the old man of Tianchen in the God Transformation Realm, and raised his voice: "If you can abolish you for the first time, you can abolish you for the second time! This time, this Jun wants to see how Tianchen saves you!"

Qingmian struck again, and the two Yuanying monks flashed in and fought with Qingmian again.

Mu Sheng found all the limelight, and also provoked countless evil cultivators below to rush towards him.

Ling Baijian, Yin Jinruo and the others stood in front of them.

"How is Cheng Daoyou?" said Jia Luomeng.

Mu Shengxun set up a protective array on the spot, checked the injury for Cheng Zhaozhao, and said, "Spiritual power is exhausted. ”

"Let me do it. Garomon pulled Cheng Zhaozhao's hand, and a faint blue light slowly flowed into Cheng Zhaozhao's body from her palm.

I don't want this healing to be interrupted anytime soon.

The evil qi under the ground became more and more turbulent, and it actually broke through the protective array set up by the few Yuanying Cultivators. It also made the monks who had temporarily landed forced to rise in the air again.

These evil qi contaminated the monk's body, and the monk's body became heavy, as if a giant hand was dragging them down.

One by one, the monks fell into the abyss, and the blood gathered into the red ritual talisman in the center.

"Uncle Fan, do you have a way to deal with it?" Shao Jie watched more and more monks die tragically in the abyss, and her heart was extremely heavy.

There were several formation masters sitting in front of her, who were engrossed in deducing the formation eyes of this formation, and they had no time to respond.

The same fat man Liu opened a pair of cross-eyed eyes, staring at the sacrificial talisman, and the sweat on his forehead rolled down.

Shao Jie sighed, rushed out of their temporary protective formation, and fought with the monsters outside again.

The sacrificial talisman condensed the blood of countless monks, and one after another identical sacrificial talismans were bred in the air, and these sacrificial talismans dispersed as quickly as possible, and the blood underneath also turned into countless trickles to gather into the various sacrificial talismans.

"It's not good, it's cracked!" Liu Fatzi's expression was particularly solemn, if this continues, this sacrificial blood refining pool will be truly activated, and at that time, all the monks here will be in a catastrophe!

Suddenly, Liu Fatzi found an extremely thin line on the nearest sacrificial talisman.

"Qianli, you work harder!" Liu Fatzi shouted.

He used the magic power of Qianli to see more clearly what the thin line was.

Thousands of miles of transferring supernatural powers to people for cultivation has already consumed countless spiritual powers, and it is under pressure that it should not bear at its age.

Speaking of which, it's still just a young eagle.

"Damn fatty!" Qianli scolded, still concentrating his strength to connect the supernatural powers with Fat Liu's eyes more closely.

Liu Fatzi's eyes became clearer, and he suddenly saw that the thin line was actually a crack.

A crack has appeared in the Sacrifice Talisman!

Fat Liu's eyes widened, and he suddenly shouted: "Uncle Fan, there is a flaw in the sacrificial refining rune!"

As for how this crack came about, Liu Fatzi guessed that it should be after Cheng Zhaozhao's sword, when he heard a slight sound on the sacrificial talisman.

If there is a flaw in the sacrificial talisman, then what these array mages have to do is not how to crack it, but how to make this flaw expand, which will cause it to collapse on its own.

A group of array mages hurriedly changed their strategies.

......

Cheng Zhaozhao woke up again and found himself lying in a small flying boat, surrounded by silence.

She propped herself up, her body was empty, without a trace of spiritual power, she immediately turned on the white golden pill, took out the dark magic bead and continuously absorbed the white gas inside.

It's quiet, what's going on?

Cheng Zhaozhao sat up on the edge of the flying boat and looked out of the flying boat.

This glance is not shocking.

The battlefield of more than 10,000 monks before, now there are less than 3,000 monks left, and most of the monks are hanging in the air, struggling with hideous faces, the aura on their bodies is constantly flowing, and the blood is flowing along a wound on the neck, like a thread, gathering into a red sacrificial talisman around.

The Blood Pool is open!

Cheng Zhaozhao was shocked!

As far as the eye can see, there is also a small group of hundreds of people, who are in a protective array, and all of them are injecting spiritual energy into the protective array to resist the attacks of evil cultivators outside.

Naturally, she was also in this protective array.

Mu Shengxun at the bottom found that she had woken up and looked up at her, but he had no time to get out at this time, so he just looked at her with a worried look.

At this time, there were bursts of shouts from far and near.

"We're coming!

All the monks looked over with joy, and they saw a large wave of monks rushing towards them.

The south of the East Ridge, the north of the abyss, the west pole, in short, are all righteous monks who have learned the news nearby.

The laughter of the golden pupils came from the sacrificial blood pool: "Those who are not afraid of death are here." But unfortunately, the sacrificial blood pool has been opened, and even if you come more, it will be in vain. ”

His words were like a basin of cold water, extinguishing the hopes of many dying monks.

They died in despair, drained of the last drop of blood from their bodies, and their bodies fell into the abyss.

The tragedy here also stimulated the monks who rushed outside, and they each attacked the barrier of the sacrificial blood pool with all their might.

Cheng Zhaozhao leaned out and fell off the flying boat, and was picked up by Mu Shengxun, who had been paying attention to her.

"Take me to Liu Fat. ”

Mu Shengxun flew to Liu Fatzi with her.

Cheng Zhaozhao couldn't help but feel distressed when he saw that Liu Fat was fished out of the water: "Liu Fat, thank you for your hard work." ”

"Hard, what is the hard work, if you don't work hard, I'm afraid you won't have the opportunity to work hard. Liu Fatzi gritted his teeth and said.

His eyes hurt so badly that blood was already pouring out of his sockets.

"Is there a way to break it?"

"There are cracks in the sacrificial talisman, but the wife is too subtle, we let the Yuanying seniors attack the sacrificial talisman with all their might, but we only defeated a few dozen sacrificial runes. We can't keep up with the speed it derives. ”

Cheng Zhaozhao said: "Do you remember where the original sacrificial talisman was?"

"Remember, it's right above our heads, what, you're going to attack it? It's useless, Elder Qu and they have tried it before, and it is certainly feasible to strike with all their might, but it is not it that is broken, but other sacrificial talismans. ”

Hearing this, Cheng Zhaozhao raised his head and saw the red sacrificial talisman, compared to before, it was already many times bigger.

Cheng Zhaozhao accelerated the absorption of the white gas in the Dark Demon Bead, at least let her try it again!