Many people know that they were wanted by the Nanming Alliance before, and they have the news of the Kunjimen ruins and treasures on their bodies, but these treasures should not be enough for a Yuan Infant to take the risk of offending Xianwei and snatch it.

Yan Yue thought about it and felt that maybe it was the Creation Divine Sword that was revealed at that time, which was too powerful, which made the Yuanying Monk also slandered.

took out the Creation Divine Sword, looked at the invisible sword body, and secretly guessed, "This sword should be a high-level magic weapon, that person may be able to recognize ......"

While guessing, Yunyang Old Ancestor's words sounded in his mind, "Immortal Master, that Yuanying Daoist, why do you want to hunt you down?"

Yan Yue stared directly at Yunyang Ancestor for a while, and suddenly the expression on his face changed, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I didn't expect the criminals to mix in the crowd and recognize the old man from the divine sword that the old man used back then!"

Yunyang Ancestor could feel how much the empty mountain real person in Yan Yue's body hated that gangster, and he no longer continued to ask uninterestingly.

Yan Yue was chased and killed by the Yuanying monk for no reason, which also made the matter of the recultivation of the Yuanshen more real in the eyes of the Yunyang Ancestor.

In the days that followed, I saw the sword-stepping monk flying past me many times.

Looking at the way he searched back and forth, the search range was estimated to be nearly a million square yuan.

Yan Yue was accompanied by a female cultivator with an ambiguous relationship, and was never interrogated by the sword-stepping monk again.

In order to prevent him from being suspicious, the flight speed was controlled very slowly, and Bing Rong also continued to maintain his qi refining cultivation and followed him.

Because there was a Yuanying Monk who was infested, the adventurers were very peaceful, and their eyes only swept a few glances at Yan Yue and the others, who were weak and weak, and they didn't dare to cause trouble under the nose of the Yuanying Monk.

Along the way, except for the sword-stepping monk himself, Yan Yue never saw anyone else who helped in the search.

After more than ten days of flying, I finally came to the vicinity of the passage pit, looked back and looked deeply at the back, and my body gradually rose up.

Big Tree Village.

Two years ago, the villagers were slaughtered, and the news quickly spread throughout the township, and since then, no one in Dashu Village has dared to set foot in half a step.

The corpses of the villagers were buried by He Xiaofeng not long after, and there was still a trace of gloomy atmosphere in the sky above the village.

On this day, a figure suddenly appeared in the village, looking at the dilapidated and depressed scene of the village, and there was no joy or anger on his face.

Standing silently for a long time, he suddenly flew up and flew towards a small hill next to the village.

Coming to the burial place of the villagers, looking at the familiar names on the tombstones, Yan Yue knelt on the ground, kowtowed to the tombstones, and choked up: "Uncles, I have brought the people who killed you, so that you will wait for a long time!"

The bodies of Zhong Sang and the ancestor of Jin Jiaomen were stored in the gourd space, and the Jin Dan of these two people was not destroyed, and they were not really dead.

The bodies of the two people were taken out, and the two frightened consciousnesses wanted to fly out with the help of Jin Dan.

Yan Yue grabbed one in one hand, took out two long nails, and nailed the two golden pills to the ground.

"Soul Sealing Nail! Little thief, what do you want to do!"

Zhong Sang's weak consciousness screamed in horror while crying out in pain.

The original figure of the ancestor of the Golden Jiaomen was bitten to death by Yan Yue, and the consciousness in Jin Dan was so frightened that he was unconscious, and he only blindly roared and screamed.

The corners of Yan Yue's mouth curved into a gloomy arc, as if a voice from Jiuyou came out of his mouth, "Today, I want to sacrifice you to the blood of the underworld little by little without dying!"

Some of the souls of the two are still there, and the souls are conscious, and if they are conscious, they have pain.

Today, Yan Yue wants to let them experience the most painful torture in the world without killing them.

took out a set of spiritual weapons obtained from the ancestor of Jinxia Mountain to arrange the "Blood Sacrifice through the Underworld" ceremony, and began to sacrifice the corpses of the two people in blood, while their golden pills were nailed to the side, allowing them to watch themselves being sacrificed by blood from the perspective of a bystander.

The blood of the murderer is used to sacrifice the dead, which is an ordinary blood sacrifice.

The blood sacrifice through the underworld is not simply sprinkling the blood of the murderer on the cemetery.

Rather, he took everything of the murderer and sent it to the underworld by means of evaporation, and sacrificed it to the dead.

The blood sacrifice through the underworld is very cruel, the whole body is evaporated little by little, from the yang world to the underworld, if the object of the blood sacrifice is still conscious, it will experience the greatest pain in life.

If it weren't for the Jinxia Mountain Ancestor who was good at this, Yan Yue would not have been able to learn such a good blood sacrifice technique.

After learning this, in order to make the pain of the two people clearer, they even used their life vitality to heal the bodies of the two people, so that the pain nerves of the two people were full and developed, and they were in the best working condition.

sealed the souls of the two of them in the golden pill, and began to perform the blood sacrifice through the underworld.

As the blood sacrifice ceremony progressed, the frightened screams of the two became more and more intense.

"No, thief, you kill me, you kill me!"

Zhong Sang roared and screamed, and wanted to break free from the shackles of the soul sealing nail, but a small golden pill, where could he break free, the divine soul looked at his corpse in front of him in the golden pill, and evaporated little by little through the ritual, and the screams became even stronger.

Although the two deities are dead, as long as the soul in the golden pill is still there, they can still feel the pain from the physical body.

According to the records in this blood sacrifice ceremony, the degree of suffering is the fourth among the major tortures of ancient cultivation.

Even if a cultivator with a strong belief in the Divine Body Realm was sacrificed by this technique, he would still beg for mercy without half a moment of effort.

And Zhong Sang, who is a monk of Jiedan, only worked for two breaths, and his title to Yan Yue changed from a thief to a grandfather and ancestor.

"I don't have a grandson like you. ”

Yan Yue said lightly, looking at the rapidly evaporating bodies of the two, and played a trick.

The trick was played, and the evaporation speed of the two people's bodies slowed down significantly.

And the degree of pain of the two has not decreased in the slightest, and even evaporated little by little, but the pain has become more severe.

Zhong Sang kept begging for mercy in his mouth, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't speak clearly, and he didn't know if he was calling Yan Yue's ancestor or something.

The ancestor of Jin Jiaomen, but he was not delirious, but the pain did not disappear at all, his body had been cured under Yan Yue's careful care, and the pain suffered during the blood sacrifice was no less than that of Zhong Sang.

This blood sacrifice ritual was implemented relatively quickly, after all, it was not created to torture people, but Yan Yue was trying to slow down the completion of the ritual.

Want to die a happy death?

It's not that easy!

Under the special blood sacrifice ceremony, the yin qi of the cemetery is even heavier.

Yan Yue racked his brains and used various means, and it was finally not until half a day later that the bodies of the two were evaporated to the point of being exhausted.

The two of them were already numb to pain, their consciousness had lost even the strength to scream, and in their empty eyes, in addition to horror, there was infinite remorse.

If he hadn't slaughtered the villagers that day, he wouldn't have had to suffer like this now.

At this time, they felt that the most beautiful thing in the world and what they wanted to do the most was probably to die.

Through the blood sacrifice, everything that is the object of the blood sacrifice will evaporate, and the golden pill of the two will gradually evaporate.

When there was nothing related to the two of them in the world, Yan Yue's body couldn't help but feel powerless and empty, and then laughed loudly, extremely crazy.

laughed for a while, and kowtowed to the graves of the villagers.

"Uncles and aunts, fathers and fellow villagers, today Ah Yue sacrificed these two people to you, hoping that you have spirits in the sky and can rest in peace. ”

While speaking, I don't know if it was a hallucination or a real manifestation of the villagers, Yan Yue only felt that the figure of the deceased villager appeared in front of him.

The villagers were smiling at this side, saying something but not hearing clearly, and after a while, they waved their hands at Yan Yue and gradually dissipated.

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Hey, it's not moving, I'm sorry readers!!