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www.xSHUOTXT.Com white-robed young man took a deep breath again, and couldn't help but hold the jade plate in his hand a little tighter, and a stream of yellow and green light silk intertwined and circled. Upon closer inspection, these filaments of light were extremely similar to those strange runes in the altar.

These filaments of light quickly sank into the blood red jade plate, and a thin line of texture slowly emerged on the originally smooth jade plate.

"Originally, I didn't want to give you any chance, but the fifth uncle won't let me kill you, his old man's kindness to me is higher than the sky, and I can't disobey his words. The white-robed young man seemed to be unwilling, but he still revealed a hint of awe, and said, "The signing ceremony has officially begun. ”

The carefree man looked at the jade plaque in the handsome young man's hand with bright eyes, and looked back thoughtfully around the altar.

"Fifth brother, what's wrong?what's going on?" Mei Lingxuan gently pushed the loose people, and her incomprehension was overflowing.

He nodded at Mei Lingxuan and smiled bitterly, and the god was extremely weird. I am full of satisfaction with the overwhelming strength of the white-robed youth, but there are many unspeakable appearances.

The blood red jade plaque in the hands of the white-robed young man was full of blood, and those strange runes rose up and condensed above the jade plaque. On it, twelve runes of the thickness of the thin lines of the ancient sè flew up in strings, surging towards the twelve altar pillars.

A magical scene appeared, and after absorbing these runes, the surface lines of the twelve altar pillars suddenly became bright.

Immediately afterwards, the twelve altar pillars hummed loudly, and a few rays of incomparably cold small air currents flew out in the middle of the mangguang masterpieces, forming a sky full of pictures and texts above the altar.

"From this moment on, as long as you shed a drop of blood, the contract is considered successful. Do you want to do it yourself, or do you want me to do it for you?" said the handsome young man lightly, but it was like a bolt from the blue to reach the ears of others.

The young man's right hand reached out, and the green shadow sword roared back, falling steadily into his hand. He flicked the long sword slightly, and the light on it disappeared in an instant. The sound of the sword also stopped abruptly, and the long sword was restored.

The white-robed young man raised his left hand slightly and threw the blood red jade plaque into the air. Then, he dragged the turquoise sword down the steps.

After flying away, the jade plaque hovered under the huge graphic in mid-air, and finally embedded in the gap in the middle of the graphic.

After the entire huge graphic of the sky was embedded in the jade plaque, it slowly rotated around the blood red jade plaque, and a violent bloody aura filled the entire altar at once.

In the altar, people did not feel the fierce and huge spiritual pressure, but there was a feeling of despair that oppressed the bottom of their hearts, and even a sense of self-shame.

The white-robed young man held the long sword in his hand across his chest, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Qian Lingzi. In his senses, the white-haired old man, who has always been silent, is the most terrifying person.

Qian Lingzi couldn't help but get nervous when he saw the young man leaning against each other, not only worried about the young man's long sword, but also frightened by the huge pictures and texts in the sky.

Qian Lingzi raised his hand to block it in front of him, and said a little nervously: "Little friend of Night Rain, you have something to say." ”

"You know me? You have committed a crime against me, what else do you have to say to you? And my eldest brother was not injured by you? We don't have to waste time. Either bite your finger and drip a drop of blood, or I'll help you myself. By the way, don't play any more tricks, this set won't work for me. The white-robed young man said disapprovingly, and there was even more resolute indifference in his words.

"Lord of the Anti-Heaven Alliance, look at this...... I don't know what the Lord of the Anti-Heaven Alliance thinks?" Qian Lingzi couldn't help but be speechless when he saw the white-robed young man's resolute appearance, and looked directly at the Anti-Heaven Confucian Monarch, and said with a twist.

"Hmph, mother-in-law, I'll help you, lest you be afraid of this or that. The white-robed young man's voice fell, and the yellow, green, and purple light flashed around him.

The Confucian's heart jumped, and he mentioned the twelve points of the god to feel any movement around him, and he was extremely afraid of the ghostly body of the white-robed young man.

The white-robed young man's figure disappeared in a flash, and in the void, a turquoise long sword silently slashed towards Qian Lingzi's left arm.

Qian Lingzi suddenly felt a cold chill near his arm, and subconsciously avoided it on the side of his body.

A blood light splashed in the void, and at the same time, countless blood threads erupted from the pictures and texts in the sky, and quickly rolled down.

The blood silk thread was entangled, and the blood light that spewed out of the shè rolled up and flew back into the air.

These blood silk threads quickly sank into the huge picture with the blood droplets, and a dull line in the picture suddenly became brighter.

A bloody figure pattern jumped out of the picture and text, and the blood shadow turned out to be a long-bearded Taoist person.

Qian Lingzi was shocked, this qiē came too suddenly, and it had already happened when he was caught off guard.

On his arm, a sword mark that hurt his muscles and bones was shocking, and the top of his robes was blood-red. The kind of pain that hurt into the bone marrow was something he had never encountered in his life, so much so that he also broke out in a cold sweat. If it hadn't been dodged in time, this arm would have to be abandoned.

"Hmph, your old man's martial arts are really not weak, and he couldn't cut off your arm. Anyway, the contract has already been signed. The white-robed young man seemed to leap away with some surprise, and his figure flashed again in the void, and he disappeared again.

I saw a figure shuttling between the black sè figures in the altar place, accompanied by the appearance and disappearance of green sè long swords, and blood light sprayed out.

The pictures and texts in the sky continued to spray out the blood and light in the sky, constantly rolling up and dragging these blood lights, and they disappeared into the pictures and texts one after another. A red patch appeared in the picture and text, and those lines floated up, lifelike and shining with bloody light.

The group of black-clothed and masked people were all struck by the sword before they could react, and their four arms fell into the dust, but one of them survived.

Three feet away, the slightly emaciated figure of the handsome young man flashed out, and he looked back indifferently at the man in black with his arms, but he looked a little interested.

Immediately afterwards, the young man turned around indifferently and looked at the four Confucian monarchs with a smile, as if what had just happened had nothing to do with him.

The Confucian Monarch's heart was half cold, and he was no longer confident that this kind of elusive martial arts could escape him. Although he had seen it several times with his own eyes, it still made him hard to believe what he saw.

The white-robed young man's ruthless style of action made all four of them shocked. A kind of retreat that has rarely been seen has taken over most of their thoughts.

The Confucian Monarch stretched out his finger and bit it on his lips, and a drop of blood slipped down. A puddle of blood silk threads poured in, and the drop of blood rolled into the picture and text.

"Master, you are ......" The masked young man looked at the Confucian Monarch in disbelief, his eyes flickering.

The Confucian Monarch suddenly turned his head to look at the three people around him, and said in a deep voice: "Bite your finger!"

The white-robed young man seemed to be a little surprised, he turned his head to look at the actions of the Confucian monarch against the sky, and actually admired this elegant-looking middle-aged man.

He turned his head and neck to look at the three hesitant Tobu people, and slowly raised his long sword again, and the yellow, green, and purple light around him shone slightly.

The masked young man closed his eyes and said nothing, and quickly raised his left hand to slash at the bloody sword, and the blood flowed down. And the Master of Yuba and Elder Kumu also bit their fingers instantly.

"Since you're doing it yourself, forget it. The white-robed young man snorted, stretched out his hand and pointed at the people on both sides outside the altar, and continued in an old-fashioned manner: "I wonder if your subordinates are willing to sign this blood contract?"

"Since this seat has been signed, these subordinates of mine will naturally be no exception! you all bite your fingers!" said the Confucian Monarch in a loud voice, very jealous of the white-robed youth.

Soon after, the runes of the sky were masterful, and countless blood threads flew into the sky. The huge graphic above the altar became so brilliant that it was almost blood-red. The figure of blood on it looms, and there are more than 300 ways.

In the next moment, the white-robed young man nodded with satisfaction and said coldly, "Shouldn't you also hand over the antidote?"

The elegant middle-aged man really had no intention of resisting, he simply took out a black sè pouch, and after a glance, he threw it to the white-robed young man with a little reluctance.

The white-robed young man was stunned, and subconsciously reached out to pick it up.

"Don't pick up, Yu'er!" Mei Lingxuan shouted urgently, as if she had encountered something extremely terrifying.