The yin qi was like ink, and from the nine pillars of light, there was a faint hissing and roaring of a powerful ghost.

The monks of the abbot circle, each holding a small black flag in their hands, shook it gently, all of these people were Yuanying monks, but at this time31, everyone's face was as pale as a dead person, it was because of the overdraft of mana.

However, they can't care about it, they just need to open up the passage to the Wuding River, even if they have made the first contribution, after obtaining the blood of the Shura Gods, they will naturally have a benefit.

According to the ancestor, advanced great cultivators are not a problem, such a temptation is in front of them, and a fool will not work hard!

Although there were as many as nine monks in the abbot circle, among them were mainly the Blood Luo Boy, and after a few breaths of effort, he suddenly opened his eyes and raised his hands high.

Seeing him make this move, the rest of the monks seemed to have received an order, and each played a magic trick, and the array flag in his hand slowly floated, and they each submerged into a pillar of light next to him.

The yin wind was even more raging, and several pillars of light swelled up separately, expanding a whole cavity "And from the surface of the pillar of light, a jumping arc emerged. The sneering sound is incessant......

Something even more strange happened, only to see a hideous grimace appear on the surface of the compass-shaped boulder.

Not only were there green poisonous fangs, but there were as many as six pairs of eyes, and the inside was full of red, and a bloody smell diffused.

However, the face of the Blood Luo Boy was full of joy, and he stretched out his white arm, picked it up at his waist, and sacrificed a spirit ghost bag.

Then with a flick of his hand, a sword light flew out, and in the stabbing sound, the spirit ghost bag was torn, and in the misty ghost mist, several graceful figures appeared.

All of them are young girls in their twenties, with delicate and beautiful appearances, but they have no bodies, and their situation is similar to Yue'er, they are all ghosts and ghosts in the Ning Dan period.

It stands to reason that cultivation is not low, but unfortunately in the face of the old monster in the infancy stage, where can they fight back, they were captured by the Luo family and used as a blood sacrifice, the purpose is to use their souls to open the road to the Wuding River.

Although the ghost girl didn't know her fate, when she saw this terrible and weird scene in front of her, she was so frightened that her face was as white as paper, and she screamed and fled in all directions.

It's a pity that such an effort is just in vain, there are so many infancy old monsters around around, even including the Luo family ancestor in the clutch period, if only a few ghost girls in the Ning Dan period escape, they simply go to the world to buy a piece of tofu, and everyone will die headlong.

"Want to run?"

The little face of the Blood Luo Boy showed a hideous look: "Why bother, that will only suffer more and fall into the hands of the deity, and they will still be eaten obediently." Then he raised his right hand and pointed forward with a clear cloud.

In a flash of inspiration, a huge gray-white hand appeared, grabbed a ghost girl in his palm, and handed it over like a grimace on the compass.

Although the grimace was hideous, it clearly showed an excited expression at this moment, and with a big mouth, a stream of blood flew out of the mouth, wrapping around the ghost girl's willow waist, pulling her back into her mouth, and chewing wildly. Don't look at female ghosts as intangible things, but they eat souls but eat with relish.

Seeing this terrible scene, the rest of the ghost girls were frightened, desperately trying to escape, but sadly found that the nine black pillars of light just formed a huge circle, "They want to leave, it's a fantasy.

Screaming, fear, all of them are useless, the cultivation of the immortal world is the weak, the only thing that can decide their own fate is strength, several ghost girls in the Ning Dan period fell into the hands of the old monster of Yihui Yuan's infancy, naturally they did not have the slightest power to fight back, and they were caught one by one, but after a few breaths of effort, they all became the food of the grimace.

The blood sacrifice was completed, and the face of the blood Luo Tong Shangzi was full of joy, and a magic trick was punched forward, waving his hands, and the mantra in his mouth was ancient, and then he stretched out his hand and drew a fu in front of him out of thin air. It was about the size of a fist, and it looked very eerie, and it flashed in the wind, and it sank into the forehead of the grimace. "：！lL...... r......

The smug satisfaction of the grimace was swept away in an instant, and all that was left was pain, and then the face distorted, but the mouth opened wider and wider, and then the air around it was blurred, and it turned into a spatial crack with a diameter of a few feet. "Great, this is it!"

Not to mention the other immortal cultivators, it was the ancestor of the Luo family, and his face couldn't help but show joy, but before the words fell, a loud sound like a thunderbolt came into his ears on a sunny day. The so-called no coincidence is not a book, but at this most critical moment, the compound branch was broken.

The trembling spiritual pressure rose to the sky, the nine-headed ancestor was in the clutch period, and the remaining one person and one demon were all immortal cultivators in the late Yuan Infant period, and with their cultivation as magical powers, even among the great monks, they were also ranked among the top masters. The spiritual pressure of the three old monsters was connected, and the feeling was simply suffocating. "Damn!" the ancestor of the Luo family was shocked and angry, even if it was a little later.

The so-called difference is a thousand miles, but at this moment, it is useless to be depressed, this old guy is also a decisive figure: "You go quickly, the old man will block the three of them."

After speaking, the sleeve robe was flicked, and the yin qi around him, like the angry waves of the sea tide, was condensed in his hand with great mana, and then his shoulders shook, and the yin qi actually changed into a bone dragon, more than a hundred zhang long, that is, the body of the Fire Jiao King is only a small thing compared to the Gu.

Of course, the strength of an immortal cultivator does not depend on the size, the key is that this powerful spell can be cast by him if he lifts a weight.

Relying on being able to use the surrounding heaven and earth vitality, this is also the biggest gap between the clutch stage and the Yuan Infant stage monks.

If it was just the Fire Jiao King and the Qinglian Monk, such a magical power would naturally be able to block the two of them, but the nine-headed ancestor came here, naturally not to see what was going on. I saw that this old monster also raised his hands, and a trick came out, and the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi also gathered around him, and then transformed into surging demonic power.

In the blue-gray demon mist, a huge silkworm worm wriggled and moved, yes, it was indeed a silkworm, "It's just a lump bigger than the bone dragon."

A mouthpiece, spewing out blue-gray demon fire.

Seeing that the old monster of the Luo family was blocked by the nine-headed ancestor, the Fire Jiao King and the Qinglian monk glanced at each other, and their whole body was full of spirits, and they flew around the sides of an image.

How could the ancestor of the Luo family let them get their wish: "Junior, there is an old man here, don't want to pass over from me and find death!" Then the sleeve robe flicked, and two black short swords flew out.

The Fire Jiao King and the Qinglian Lay Priest had no choice but to stop, this person and a demon were put elsewhere, and they couldn't afford to go to the overlord, but in the face of the old monster in the clutch period, they didn't dare to slack off at all.