In an inconspicuous house in the northwest corner of the Demon Court City, Ba Sihong sat in the first place with a serious face, and the ground in front of him was deeply engraved. The engraving depicts a huge six-pointed star symbol, and countless fine lines are interspersed between the six-pointed star symbols, with complex textures exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

Dozens of old men dressed similarly to him sat around the six-pointed star with Ba Sihong, their faces equally solemn.

"Sacrifice!" a young demon monk at the door shouted in a serious tone, and then dozens of young and strong demon clans walked in with solemn faces. These people's eyes were full of piety, and they looked at Ba Sihong with some fanaticism.

Ba Sihong and the others got up together and bowed seriously to this group of young people. These young people should have known their fate for a long time, and after returning the salute with serious faces, they stepped over to the six-pointed star and sat down neatly.

They took out a bone knife as colored as jade from their waists, and under the calm gaze of Ba Sihong and the others, they suddenly slashed their chests, and the sound sounded, and endless blood splattered out of their chests and landed on the huge six-pointed star.

Under the leadership of Ba Sihong, this group of old men shouted and sang inexplicable ballads in a language completely different from the language of the demon clan, which was ancient, desolate and heroic. Each of these old men had a staff with a jewel in his hand, and as the song sounded, the gem shone brightly. Under the reflection of the light, the blood that fell in the six-pointed star seemed to have a spirit, and it swam like a spiritual snake, and soon the nicks on the ground were filled.

A dark red and strange aura enveloped the room, and the voices of these old men became more and more grandiose, and they seemed to consume a lot, and their faces were a little pale. The six-pointed stars on the ground became brighter and brighter, and the blood-colored light shot straight into the sky, as if connected to some unknown world.

Those young demon clans who released their hearts and blood were silent at the moment, and until the end of their lives, there was no fear on their faces. Instead, they all smiled reverently, as if they had accomplished the greatest thing in the world.

The ancient and desolate ballad ceased, and the staff in Basihong's hand waved, and the dark red gem drew a strange symbol above the six-pointed star. These symbols of substance fell into the six-pointed star, followed the sky-high light, and disappeared in an instant.

Including the few young demon clans guarding the door, everyone's eyes were slightly anxious looking at the six-pointed star filled with red light, they seemed to be waiting for some kind of response from this six-pointed star.

There was a deathly silence in the room, and everyone's breathing became subtle, and the anxious color in their eyes became thicker and thicker. As the minutes ticked by, the dark red glow of the six-pointed star began to dim, but they never waited for any response.

"How could this be? Could it be that the man knew that we were going to go to him, and cut off the heavens in advance?" said the next old man in a weak and soft tone.

"It would be nice if that was the case, what I'm most worried about is that this person himself is outside the Heavenly Dao!" Ba Sihong's weak body looked a little more stiff. His face was unprecedentedly solemn, his thin hands were clenched into fists, trembling slightly, and his heart was also like a stormy wave.

And at this time, the dim light of the six-pointed star suddenly brightened, and the eyes of the group of people sitting around the six-pointed star also lit up, with a hint of joy.

"Hurry back!" only

Ba Sihong suddenly shouted, waved the staff in his hand, and the strong wind blew, rolling up several old men opposite him and flying out of the door. As soon as he took a step, the red six-pointed star had already let out a roar, and the terrifying energy flew in all directions, and Ba Sihong was directly lifted away, crashing into the wall behind him.

"The sacrifice has already been offered, why is there still a Heavenly Dao backlash?" Ba Sihong's thin body smashed the wall behind him into cracks, and he spurted blood in his mouth, obviously injured. But he didn't care about the injuries on his body, and looked at the six-pointed star on the ground that had been blown to pieces, roaring like a crazy scream, with a thick unwillingness and anger in his eyes.

"High Priest!" The few old men who were sent out of the door by him received the same wave of this power, and they were also injured when they were already weak, but compared to Ba Sihong, the injuries were much lighter. When they anxiously rushed back to the house again, they saw Ba Sihong who was struggling on the ground, kneeling on the ground in unison, looking at Ba Sihong's eyes full of reverence and gratitude.

Ba Sihong didn't look at these people, his eyes were full of diffuseness, his eyes looked at the sky a little sloppily, and he kept muttering to himself, as if he had fallen into some kind of magic barrier.

"High Priest, now is the time of crisis, you must cheer up, the fate of the demon clan still needs to be saved by my priest clan. Several old men had tears in their eyes and their tones were choked.

"Yes, the fate of the demon clan must not end here, even if you take my old life? Your Majesty, I finally understand why you say that the way of heaven is unfair! All living beings in the world are living beings, why do our demon clan have to go through suffering? We are looking for that person, just to find a ray of life for the demon clan, why is there a heavenly way to fight back? My demon clan respects the heavens, but I don't even have the qualifications to continue?" The high priest Ba Sihong looked at the sky that was still full of snow with red eyes, with a piercing hatred.

"Gather the clansmen as quickly as possible, and I will perform the [Soul Sacrifice Sky Technique]. Ba Sihong's face was resolute, he struggled to get up, and whispered to the group of old men kneeling in front of him.

"The high priest can't, this technique is too big, the high priest is old, he must not take such a risk!"

"High Priest, things haven't come to that point yet, we can try it in other ways! Even if we really need to perform this technique, it should be performed by us, and please think twice!"

Ba Sihong shook his head and said: "You don't have to persuade anymore, the [Soul Sacrifice Voyeur Technique] is a technique against the sky, and it is natural to be counterattacked. You don't know as much about this technique as I do. It's up to me to perform, whether it succeeds or not, to Your Majesty and to our demon clan, it can be regarded as an explanation. ”

Ba Sihong didn't wait for others to refute, waved his hand and said, "How can I, Ba Sihong, be a life-sparing person? The mission of the priest clan is to lead the demon clan through this calamity. If our clan loses this value, even if it is a long time to survive, what face will it have to face His Majesty the Demon Emperor and the demon clan in the world? You don't need to persuade me, I have made up my mind, hurry up and arrange it!"

The old men kneeling in front of Ba Sihong had tears in their eyes, their lips twitched a few times, and they didn't say anything more after all. They were possessed in unison, their foreheads touched the ground heavily, and they solemnly kowtowed to Ba Sihong three times.

The Demon Emperor's bedroom, when the dark red light broke through the sky, the Demon Emperor's gaze looked over there. His gaze seemed to penetrate everything, taking in all that was happening here.

"Not even the priests can do it

Is this insect pulled out?Heavenly Dao?Proclay?I'm waiting for you, my demon clan has been dormant for more than 100,000 years, just a human race, even if there is another Yuan Zhengtian? No one can stop me from dominating the world!" The Demon Emperor's tone was full of confidence, and the prophecy of the priest clan did not seem to have the slightest effect on him.

Yi Yunfei continued to move step by step on the white steps in the trial space, and now these steps were powerless for the improvement of his cultivation, and the terrifying pressure had long since disappeared.

He could feel that each step could give him some special realizations. This kind of comprehension is very mysterious and cannot be described in words, but it allows him to peek into the scenery behind the barrier of the Emperor Realm little by little.

Every time he fully comprehends this feeling, he takes another step and is able to move on to the next step. His mood improved, his mind was proficient, and he comprehended it very quickly, and in just two days, he stepped up five or six steps again.

The door of the Emperor Realm seems to be open at any time, but it is always a thin line. It's a feeling that makes your heart itch and you get anxious easily. Yi Yunfei was naturally a little anxious, he could break through at any time, but he was always unable to enter, this feeling was too uncomfortable.

"You can't be in a hurry, maybe it's just an opportunity, in two days it will be the day of the Demon Clan's big competition, maybe by that time, you will be able to find this opportunity!" Yi Yunfei took a deep breath and calmed his anxious mood. He didn't even dare to continue cultivating now, for fear that some impatient mentality would affect his cultivation state.

Time flies quickly, and the celebration of the Demon Emperor's birthday is about to begin. On the streets of the big city where the Demon Court is located, countless demon clans are dressed in festive clothes, and they are flocking to the direction where the Demon Emperor Hall is located like a tide.

On the huge square covering an area of 10,000 acres, there are crowds of people, and countless powerful breaths are condensed together, reaching the sky. The sky, which had been dark, was rarely clear today, and it seemed that the clouds were dispelled by this sky-high breath.

Under the leadership of their respective leaders, the tribes walked to the Demon Emperor Hall in an orderly manner, bowed respectfully, and shouted their congratulatory messages loudly in the direction of the Demon Emperor Palace. Although there are a lot of people, the rules are strict, there is no noise at all, and it looks solemn and solemn.

After a few days of preparation, the preparations of the priest clan had also been completed, and they did not come to participate in the celebration of the Demon Emperor's birthday, but gathered again in the private house in the northwest corner of the city. This time, the priest clan dispatched thousands of people, and Ba Sihong stood in front of these clansmen with a solemn face.

"Please, everyone!" said Basihong, bowing respectfully to his clansmen.

"High Priest!" said all of them, and many of the young men sobbed softly, and they returned the salute in a neat manner.

The desolate and ancient song sounded in Ba Sihong's mouth, his thin body was held up in the air by an invisible force, and the mysterious aura enveloped him, and his body was changing. A short moment later, a huge white fox appeared in the sky in the northwest corner of the city.

The white fox was huge, with eight tails, swaying behind it like fireworks. The white fox, who should have looked strange, could see his old state at a glance, the fur on his body was no longer smooth, and in many places even the shriveled skin under the hair had been exposed.

This is the essence of the priest clan, they are the nine-tailed sky fox clan that has a legend in the human collection. (https:)

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