"Yes, it's on the top of this mountain, but there are ghost handles there, and there are quite a few people, three groups of twenty each, and they are changing shifts in a tight and tight manner. ”

Yan Ling nodded after hearing this, and said, "I know, then thank you!" After the two of them were about to turn around and leave, the land lord immediately stopped them, "That, the two god monarchs, don't forget what you promised me!"

Yan Ling turned his head and smiled at him, waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, we will naturally remember." ”

The top of the mountain was at least two hundred meters away from the foot of the mountain, and in order to save time, the two of them kept teleporting with one person as a point, and stopped at a place ten meters away from the sentry post. The land lord didn't lie to them, the people here were so tight that they didn't even leave them a single crack, and the distance between them was too short, and it was even more difficult to solve it quietly. Here the two of them pondered how to deal with the sentry outside, a few hundred meters deep underground, a wide hall was surrounded by mountains on all sides. There is a very spacious circular square in the middle, and the circle around this square is full of secret rooms, and there is a circular corridor outside the secret room, which is full of unknown passages to unknown places, and suddenly two figures appeared on a passage, it was the ghost king and his subordinates. At this moment, he was rubbing his hands together excitedly, following his men down the corridor.

"Isn't there anyone else here but those two?"

The dark shadow replied, "There are a few ordinary monks who are a few grades weaker than others. ”

The Ghost King's face darkened for a moment, but the next moment he returned to his normal expression, and said, "It's normal, take me to see what kind of goods you brought this time!"

"Lord come up here!"

After walking a distance of 100 meters, the two stopped in front of a narrow stone gate, and the black shadow said, "It's inside." ”

"Open the door for me!"

"Yes!" With the sound of chains falling to the ground, the stone door was also pushed open, and it was pitch black inside, but the ghost king didn't care about this at all, and slowly walked in, as he entered inside, the dark green ghost fire slowly lit up, and a man with a bowl and a big scar on his face and a messy thick beard was tied there and couldn't move.

Seeing someone come in, he didn't have the slightest look of fear on his vicissitudes of life, but looked at the ghost king fixedly and said, "What do you want to do when you kidnap me here?"

The ghost king didn't answer him, but closed his eyes and intoxicated, and then sighed: "It's really a rare physique, not bad!"

"Does it smell good?"

"Naturally!"

"That's good, it seems that your ghost clan has a very strange fetish, and there are people who like to smell the smell of fart!"

This humble human race, how dare he! The ghost king was furious at this moment, but thinking of his great plan, he could only endure this evil breath, and sneered: "You are quite calm!"

"What can you do if you are not calm? use your face as a palette like you?" The man didn't care at all about the cold air constantly released from the ghost king's body, and his tone was sarcastic to the other party.

"Hmph, okay, whatever you want, just treat it as if my lord has a lot, and give you a chance to speak freely before you die, lest you regret that you didn't have time to say a few more words after you become a ghost!"

"I don't know if I'll regret it, but I know that not only do you regret that you didn't make a few words, but you also regret that you didn't have a few more nonsense!"

"Take it away!" the ghost king didn't want to say anything more to him, so he quickly asked his subordinates to take him to the square, turned around and shook his sleeves and left. There was already a group of people standing in the square, all dressed as mortal monks, and some of them were looking around with fear on their faces, leaning close to their friends.

A young man in flowing clothes looked around and stared at the black shadow standing in front of them with an ugly face, and said angrily: "Who are you? What do you want to do? We are all children of famous sects in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, aren't you afraid that if you do this, you will be the enemy of the entire Immortal Cultivation Realm?"

"Stop talking nonsense!, stand up for me!" the black shadow urn scolded him angrily, and then, not knowing what he heard, he called the other companions who were guarding next to him, and each of them grabbed a disciple and walked to a corner of the square. When all the disciples stood still, a red light was connected between them, forming a circle, and each of them had a red light that connected to the middle of the square. As soon as he connected to it, he saw a tightly covered black shadow escorting a man with a thick beard walking over, heading straight towards the place where the red line gathered in the middle.

The man did not struggle, and quietly walked to the red line and stood still, at this time there were exactly ten captive monks, including him, and a dark figure stood beside each of them.

"Hahaha, how many years have I waited, finally let me wait!" The voice was ecstatic and arrogant, and everyone looked towards the source of the sound, and a young man of extraordinary bearing walked over, his pale face was unspeakably joyful, and his gaze was like that of a hunter looking at his prey in his trap.

When the black shadows saw him like this, they fell to their knees one by one and shouted in unison: "Congratulations to the Lord, congratulations to the Lord!"

The thick-bearded man spat lightly and said: "If the thing is not done, celebrate it first, and if you want to succeed, let's dream!" Of course, his voice was very, no one heard it, and no one could see that this person was actually no longer an ordinary person, but had been occupied by the first demon and talked about a shell.

"These two Rao are really slow, they haven't come for so long!" "The First Demon secretly despised the two of them outside. As soon as he finished thinking about this, he heard an order from the Ghost King: "The sacrificial ceremony begins!"

Hearing his order, the black shadows stretched out their hands and cut a cut on the wrists of the disciples beside them, and then the scarlet blood flowed down their wrists to the red thread on the ground, and along the red line to the sides and in the middle.

Those disciples tried to struggle, but found that they couldn't break free at all, couldn't make a sound, and couldn't stop the blood that kept flowing out of their wrists. There was a deep sense of despair in everyone's hearts, were they really going to die here?

The First Demon recognized what kind of formation this was when he saw them cut their wrists, the "Ninety-Nine to One Spiritual Blood Extradition Array", this formation is to ask ten monks with excellent qualifications to use blood as a guide to transfer all their spiritual power qualifications to the master of this formation. If this formation was successful, that person would not only increase his overall strength by a hundred and ten times, but would even be able to transcend the Six Realms and become another god-like existence. However, if you want to become an existence like the first god, the conditions must be harsh, and it should not be possible to look at his level, but if he succeeds, the current position of the demon lord will be replaced.

He watched his body continue to bleed, and wanted to get out first, but found that he couldn't get out, although he was already a dead man, and it didn't matter if he died once, but he was in this body, and the blood that flowed out of this body would also have an effect, and it would inevitably be bad when the time came.

The Daredevil was very worried, and kept shouting for the spirit to appear quickly.

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