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"It's just two boats, and most of the underworld lords in the underworld of hell are like this. ”

Yun'er said with disdain: "The sects of the immortal realm, the competition for the hell and the underworld has a history of more than ten eons. These lords of the underworld are accustomed to seeing the wind and the rudder, and whichever side is stronger, they lean on. That Abi Equality King is not only the Taoist Equality King, but also thinks that the Buddha Gate Yama, called 'Abi Yama Yama'——"

The exchange with Zhuang Wudao's divine thoughts came to an abrupt end. The whole space around him suddenly shook slightly. And the blood that came out of those demon beasts was also pulled by a trace of strange force and flowed to the altar in the center of the array.

Some of the most essential blood covers the miniature statue on the altar and the four characters 'Ah Nose Equality'.

Not only the blood, but also the cold soul power that lingered around (see the fastest update) also formed a vortex at this time. And in the center of the whirlpool, there is the idol of the king of Abiping.

This statue was already carved lifelike by Yun'er's clever knife skills. At this time, it seemed to come to life, and his eyes revealed a strange red light, and he took a picture of Zhuang Wudao, who was sitting in front of the altar.

Zhuang Wudao only felt a tightness in his heart, as if there was an invisible hand, with monstrous power, grabbed the space he was in, and sucked it tightly.

I don't know where it came from, the gray-white spiritual power, from the depths of the altar. There is also a black aura, fishy, pungent, filthy, and countless times dirtier and filthy than the silt at the bottom of the river.

And this gray, white, black and evil aura almost turned the shijie in front of him into black and white.

This small cave seems to be about to be crushed at any moment. Zhuang Wudao only felt that his Yuan Shen was almost forcibly pulled out of his body by this liliang.

The red rays in the idol grew stronger and more as time went on. Waves of huge thoughts swept through the void. And in Zhuang Wudao's body, the heat flow brought by Yun'er, I don't know when, has already receded like a tide, retracted into the Qingyun Sword behind him, and disappeared.

"Who is he who recites the name of my god and reads my Infernal Prayer under the altar, and what is it?"

The idol couldn't speak, but this sentence was like a cloud, imprinted in Zhuang Wudao's divine thoughts.

The sound seems to be a mixture of countless voices, which are both solemn and awe-inspiring, and sharp and harsh and disturbing.

Zhuang Wudao frowned instinctively, but the situation in front of him was a little different from what Yun'er had explained beforehand. Originally, Yun'er should have presided over the whole process on his behalf, but at this moment, the latter was silent at all.

Fortunately, he had also heard Yun'er say that some points during the blood sacrifice. For example, at this moment, no matter what, he can't reveal his real name, even if these underworld masters inquire in person.

"Knowing the Lord of the Underworld, the blood sacrifice is Youposai, the Daomen minor repair, and the demon name is vast. Today's (""See the latest chapters") blood sacrifice is for something-"

The so-called 'Youposai', in Buddhism, refers to the meaning of the layman, and there is one kind of zuihou among the four congregations of Buddhism, and he is not devout. As a metaphor for himself, he is not a true believer in the king of Ahbi. Today's blood sacrifice is only for the demon lord to give back.

As for the demon name 'Cang Mang', it is a fake name, and it is also the name he came up with temporarily and is going to use in the demon path.

So as not to know your real name and cause trouble in the future.

After all, the Lichen Sect is a righteous sect, and it can't tolerate demonic dirt. And for many years to come, he is afraid that he will have to be mixed in the Daomen.

"Yuposai?"

I don't know if it's an illusion, Zhuang Wudao only felt that there seemed to be an inexplicable smile on the face of the statue.

I felt a chill all over my body, as if there was an extremely cold, pure liliang, penetrating into his body, sweeping up and down, but he couldn't find out.

Even the thoughts and consciousness in his heart could not be maintained, and he felt drowsy.

Zhuang Wudao was secretly vigilant, bit the tip of his tongue sharply, and relied on this sharp pain to barely stay awake.

I don't know how long it took, until Zhuang Wudao felt that he couldn't support it anymore. This strange feeling gradually subsided.

"I have received the sacrifice, and I know what you ask for. This king is still fair, and every man takes what he needs. Those with a vast demon name can recite my name every day, and give me blood food every quarter, and don't forget it!"

Zhuang Wudao suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that this difficulty had passed, but he still hadn't angered this underworld master. With the strength of zuihou, the mouth spits out spiritual words.

"Congratulations to the Lord of the Underworld, Shang Fang!"

The two words spoke, and the soul power hovering around the altar, as well as the thick blood, quickly subsided and poured into the idol. And the small statue is only the size of a thumb, only slightly taller. But it seems to be a bottomless pit, and the blood and ghosts are not afraid of those who come.

Zuihou was only on top of the detective, leaving three blood spots. The red is dazzling, with a golden thread that is like nothing.

Originally, it was extremely cold in this cave, as if it was in a harsh winter. And when the red glow in the eyes of the god statue completely subsided, Zhuang Wudao immediately felt that the temperature around him had recovered, and finally returned to the temperature that should be in summer, and his body warmed up a lot.

And at this time, the heat flow of the Qingyun Sword also poured in from behind again, expelling a trace of chill in his body.

When Yun'er's voice sounded again, he was full of doubts: "Strange! It shouldn't be like this, it's just some sacrifice for Qi Cultivation Realm——"

"I'm wondering, too! Are you hiding from him?"

Zhuang Wudao's tone was strange, wiping his head with cold sweat. At the time of the blood sacrifice, the oppression brought to him by that idol was a hundred times greater than that of several Jindan monks he had seen.

If there really is an immortal on this shijie, then this king of Ah Biping, the underworld lord of the underworld for eight hundred years, must be an existence that can be compared with those legendary 'immortals'.

"That's the prince of Ah Biping?"

"How could it be? It's just a hint of his divine thought. ”

Yun'er denied: "However, even if it is the incarnation of divine thought, it is impossible. In this 'Heavenly One Realm' where the sword master is located, there are not even monks above the Yuan Shen Realm, just an insignificant little shijie, in the eyes of the Lord of the Underworld, it is insignificant at all. Under normal circumstances, it should only be a blood food sacrifice from afar, and there will not even be a divine thought. Could it be that no one has ever sacrificed to King Abiping before? This is the first time for you. It's not right, or maybe he's aware that you're born with a fighting spirit—"

Another natural war spirit?

Zhuang Wudao frowned: "What's wrong with this? By the way, you haven't said it yet, why do you want to hide from him?"

If it weren't for his cleverness, otherwise this blood sacrifice might have summoned calamity. Yun'er hadn't taught him the detailed blood sacrifice process beforehand, so she abruptly shrank back and let him take over.

"Why he avoided him, Yun'er didn't know, it was just instinct. The divine sword has a spirit, and Luo Qingyun is reluctant to fall into his hands, but also for the sake of the sword master's life. ”

Yun'er was a little hesitant at first, and then she didn't care about it, and became angry: "As for what's wrong, there's actually nothing wrong with it." In real terms, it can only be a mixed bag. The good thing is that King Ah Ping has written you down, and the benefits will be even more when the blood sacrifice is made in the future. The disadvantage is that in the future, this underworld master, I'm afraid it's not so easy to fool. The sword master and this underworld lord are bound by cause and effect, and it is inevitable that they will be entangled, so you must be careful in the future!"

Zhuang Wudao only felt that this sword spirit, his temperament and speech were becoming more and more strange, at least not as sincere as before. There must be something hidden from him.

He had the heart to ask again, but then Yun'er said another word, which easily diverted his attention

"Don't you take a look at the sword master, what kind of benefits will this Ah Biping King leave for the sword master?"

Zhuang Wudao looked at the altar, the three drops of blood with a few traces of pale gold, and there was curiosity and struggle in his eyes.

The crimson blood was shocking. The fragrance is fragrant, tempting, but it also implies a little fishy. I can't suppress the smell of decay and stench.

Looking around again, the ten demon beast corpses that had completely dried up, leaving only fur and bones left, made people feel even more disgusting.

"Just absorb it directly! Recite the Infernal Equality Sutra with me, and you can refine the demonic blood,"

Yun'er's tone was still so flat, and she didn't care about Zhuang Wudao's mood at the moment.

"King Ahbiping, though not the strongest in the Hell Underworld. However, Liliang is also unfathomable, not under any immortal king. The feedback left behind should not disappoint the sword master. If it was half a minute later, these few drops of demonic blood would have dissipated their aura. ”

Zhuang Wudao frowned and thought deeply, but finally gritted his teeth and did not hesitate. has reached this point, although it is still too late to regret it, but on the side of Shenlin in Yuecheng, can he just restrain his hands and let it be coerced?

Isn't it already up to you? As long as your wish can be fulfilled, even if you are in the devil, you are willing?

Urging the True Yuan, Zhuang Wudao simply absorbed all the three drops of light gold blood into his index finger.

At this moment, it is like sucking the legendary top-grade poppy fairy grass, which is extremely wonderful, and the whole person is fluttering.

Zhuang Wudao's thoughts were flickering, and he wanted to be drunk, and sat down on the ground again. The palace in front of him is gorgeous, the beauties are frolicking, all of them are nothing, the light yarn is entangled, and the jade rabbit mountain stream looms. Fairy music is ethereal, accompanied by fine wine and food, and it seems to be in the fairy palace.

Feeling 'Yun'er', it seemed that he was saying something urgently in his mind, but he couldn't hear it clearly.

But he knew that there seemed to be something wrong with his situation, Zhuang Wudao bit the tip of his tongue again, but this pain could not make him wake up from this seemingly real and illusory feeling.

But suddenly I was blessed to my heart, and I remembered the great compassion of yin and yang in heaven and earth.

"Ten...... Year...... Life-and-death...... Two Boundless ...... Confused, don't think about it...... Unforgettable. Thousand...... Village...... Solitary...... Grave...... Not...... Talking ...... Desolate"

At first, it was word by word, and it didn't become smooth until later. However, after thirteen words, the body was in great pain, and it resumed before, and the sentence was intermittent.

However, in the past, he could only say thirteen words, but this time, with the support of an endless force in his body, he spit out twenty-one words in a row.