Su Zixuan, who was shocked, almost subconsciously shook the hilt of the sword in his hand, and slashed out a sword directionlessly.

I don't know how many thousands of miles away, on a huge altar with a fishy aura that was shrouded in blood-red mist, more than a dozen figures loomed on it.

At the feet of these people, there was a huge magic circle, flashing with a faint blood light.

If you look closely, you can find that the shape of this magic circle is exactly the same as the blood-colored light array that appeared above Su Zixuan's head before.

And beneath the altar was a huge lake filled with blood-red liquid.

From a distance, the lake doesn't know how wide it is, and there is no end in sight.

In this lake, there are also white skeleton remains.

They are of different races and sizes, and they are all over the lake, giving people a creepy feeling.

"Impossible, what about the Treasure of the Immortal Realm?"

"What's wrong?"

"I've sensed its presence earlier, and I've summoned it back!"

An angry voice suddenly came from someone on the altar, looking incredulous.

"Could it be that Long Daoyou is mistaken, the newly appeared treasure of the Immortal Realm is not in our Heavenly Spirit Immortal Domain. ”

"In this case, we won't be able to summon this Immortal Treasure with the Blood Sacrifice Technique!"

"It's normal to think about it. ”

A faint man's voice also sounded from the altar.

The person who spoke was a middle-aged male cultivator dressed in sackcloth with an ordinary face.

There was obviously a hint of schadenfreude in his words just now.

"Qi Daoyou, the summoning of the magic circle just now was presided over by me and Wang Daoyou, and through the power of the blood sacrifice, I did sense the existence of that immortal treasure. ”

"But...... It seems that something went wrong when he teleported back, and suddenly disappeared on the way. ”

"This ......"

"Could it be that this sword is already psychic and can cut through the void on its own?"

Another young man in white suddenly spoke.

A single horn shining on this person's head was the alien young man Su Zixuan had seen in the Black Mist Sea Giant half a year ago.

And the person who spoke at the beginning was the man in red.

It's just that at this time, the red-clothed person of the alien race had a bit of anger and corruption on his face.

"Is there really a treasure of the fairy realm, naturally only the two Daoists who presided over the magic circle know that I am waiting for them to cooperate with the two Daoists!"

An old man of the Qilin clan who was wearing a soap robe, but with a clear appearance behind him, also said lightly.

He held a unicorn-headed cane in one hand, making no secret of the sarcasm in his words.

As for the rest of the people of the several major clans who were also in the Heavenly Spirit Immortal Domain, although they didn't say anything, their eyes were a little unkind when they looked at the one-horned youth and the red-clothed alien race.

The one-horned young man didn't answer anything, but glanced at each other with the red-clothed alien, and the two of them moved their lips slightly but didn't make a sound, and they actually talked secretly.

Seeing these two people so unscrupulous, the faces of the many people of the big clan present became more and more ugly.

"Since we failed the first time, we will hold another blood sacrifice right away!"

"Yes, now that the blood and qi have not been exhausted, it should be able to do this, as long as the treasure of the Immortal Realm is still in the area of your Heavenly Spirit Immortal Domain, it will be summoned accordingly!"

The two aliens seemed to have finished discussing, and the one-horned young man suddenly turned his head and said, his expression a little gloomy.

"Again?"

"Two fellow Daoists, is it possible that the Immortal Yuan Force I am waiting for has been cultivated in vain?"

"The blood sacrifice just now has already consumed most of my Immortal Yuan power, and if it is held again, it will consume my True Yuan!"

The soap-robed old man suddenly clicked the cane in his hand and made a muffled thud.

Make the whole altar shake slightly!

"Someone Long naturally knows that this move is difficult for some strong people, but no matter how difficult it is, it can't compare to destroying the two clans in a row and killing tens of thousands of wild beasts in half a year, right?"

"If you lose the opportunity to regain the treasure of the Immortal Realm because of this, if you really delay this matter, I'm afraid that several Daoists can't afford it, right?"

The one-horned young man's eyes narrowed, but he said indifferently.

As soon as he heard this, the old man in the soap robe appeared with an angry face and took a few steps forward, as if he wanted to reprimand something.

But at this moment, a light cough came from the crowd on the side, and then a hoarse voice sounded.

"Brother Qixian, don't be impatient!"

"Long Daoyou is from afar on behalf of their Immortal Domain, how can he be a person who speaks unreasonably?"

A hunched figure was shrouded in a faint white mist, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

However, when he said the words "their immortal realm", he felt a faint dignified color.

"What Brother Fu said is extremely true, it's Qi who is a little impatient!"

As soon as the old man in the soap robe heard this, his face changed drastically, and he immediately retreated to his original position, and replied respectfully.

"Do you have anything to say?"

The one-horned young man saw that the expression of the person who spoke was also frozen, but he immediately asked with a reluctant smile.

"Hehe, Fu does have something to say, Daoyou asked me to wait for the loss of vitality to help you urge the blood sacrifice again, but this time it hasn't been successful, how about it?"

The hunchbacked figure smiled and asked in a cold voice.

"If so...... If we can't summon it twice, it means that this thing is really not in this immortal realm!"

"The two of us will turn around and leave, and we will never go back on the conditions we agreed to before, what do you think?"

The one-horned young man replied without thinking.

While the alien spoke, the red-clothed alien did not say a word, and seemed to acquiesce to this.

"Good!"

"If you have this promise, we will help you again, don't be rash, we must do it again now!"

The figure on the back said to the others in a half-commanding tone.

It is also strange that those golden immortals of other clans exist in the late stage, and they did not have the slightest dissatisfaction when they heard this, and they nodded silently.

After a while, the surface of the blood lake began to fluctuate, and at the same time, streams of black gas began to appear and condense on the surface of the lake, and at the same time, the sea of blood mist began to roll violently.

And the altar in the center of the blood lake was completely shrouded in a bloody howling light, and there was a faint sound of obscure incantations from inside.

After a sharp pain that seemed to tear his head in half, Su Zixuan finally woke up leisurely.

He only felt that there was darkness in front of him, and he immediately tried to open his eyes with great difficulty, but he felt that his eyelids were heavier than Mount Tai, and he couldn't open them at all.

At this moment, Su Zixuan was surprised and found that he seemed to be lying down, and immediately wanted a carp to sit up, but he couldn't even move a finger.

Su Zixuan's heart sank, and he could barely hold back the severe pain and lift the residual soul power in his soul power, and hurriedly looked inside the various conditions of his body.

The result made him smile bitterly.

Now not only has he lost most of his essence and blood, but the yuan power in his body has also been wiped out.

What's worse is that the reason for the severe pain in the head and body turned out to be the severe loss of soul power!

Looking at it now, there is only 12/12 of the soul power left.

And the reason for all this is nothing more than a sword that he inadvertently wielded not long ago!