"What?"

It's not that Ying Yi didn't hear what Jian Yiyi said, but he still opened his mouth to ask.

"Oni God Sacrifice!"

Jian Yixi said solemnly again, as if he had awakened the true meaning of Yingyi, and his brows furrowed slightly, but he quickly stretched it out again and continued to speak.

"Hongchen is bitter and hates parting. ”

"In Dayan, not only Dayan, but also the rest of the dynasties, all have a mysterious office, called the Zongji Division, which is responsible for the sacrificial affairs of the court, and the prayers they read at the sacrifice are called sacrificial texts. ”

"Sacrifice?"

"Yes, have you ever heard of the cultivators of Yin Gods and Ghosts?"

"There are thousands of paths to the cultivation method, sword cultivation, law cultivation, martial cultivation and physical cultivation, just branches of many cultivation methods, among all the cultivators, the cultivators who cultivate yin gods and ghosts may not be the most powerful, but they are certainly the most weird type, or the cultivators who are the least likely to be killed. ”

A trace of imperceptible surprise flashed in his eyes, and Jian Yixi was silent for a while, and continued: "Yes, in the sect worship divisions of various dynasties, there is a place where many cultivators of Yin God and Ghost Things gather, and they rely on the power of a dynasty to sacrifice to the sky to obtain some kind of mysterious power, which can be said to be the most powerful of all Yin God and Ghost Cultivators. ”

"The sacrificial text is their strongest means of attack, in addition to some ordinary sacrificial texts, the sect ritual division inherited from the Middle Ages Supreme Emperor has three volumes of Tongtian sacrificial texts, it is said that the highest can be cultivated to the level of Tongtian priest, which can compete with the powerhouses of the Eight Realms, but I haven't heard of any dynasty having Tongtian priests for a long time. ”

"Oni God Sacrifice!"

"Yes, the ghost and god sacrifice is the Tongtian sacrifice text that my dynasty has mastered; in addition to the opening of the heavenly sacrifice text, there are also day-level, month-level, star and the rest of the non-entry, after the collapse of the Supreme Dynasty, the imperial priest left with three volumes of the heavenly sacrifice, as well as the remaining sun and moon star sacrifices, and then gradually transformed into a full-time priest of each dynasty. ”

"It's just that generally speaking, if you want to comprehend the Heavenly Sacrifice, you have to be at least a day-level priest, or even a high priest to use it, but this person is only a star priest, but he has already comprehended and used the Ghost God Sacrifice, which is terrifying. ”

Jian Yixi's words were a little lacking, but he was full of affirmation.

The lack of middle qi should be that the injury has not yet recovered, and the backlash of the power of heaven and earth can get back up so quickly, it is already a deep foundation of the sword night, and Yu Duchen and Zuo Qingwu are still healing from their knees until now, which is enough to see that although they are both true realms, there is still a gap between them and Jian Yixi and Hate Dongliu.

"Who is this person?"

Ying Yi asked abruptly, no matter where such a person is, he will be as bright as a pearl, and it is impossible to be covered by the black robe of the priest on his body.

"Sacrifice to the afterlife!"

"What?"

Ying Yi asked again in a suspicious tone, vaguely having a guess, but he was not very sure.

Jian Yixi quickly confirmed his conjecture, and said in an extremely gentle tone: "His name is called Sacrifice Afterlife!"

"How can there be such a name!"

"I don't know, and no one has asked, it seems that this name has been with him since the day he walked out of the Sect Worship Division. ”

"Really?"

Ying Yi's eyes opened slightly, but it was not very obvious, he was still like that, as if he was talking to himself, looking at the black-robed young man who was chanting the sacrifice.

"The next life is very young, younger than me. ”

The slightly immature Jian Yixi said very seriously, but that kind of expression and words appeared on a body that was obviously still a child, which always made it difficult to get serious, and Jian Yixi was just a thirteen-year-old child.

It's just that his fame and strength will always make people unconsciously ignore this problem, and no one tries to think of Jian Yixi's real age this year, maybe he thought of it, but he naturally chose to forget.

"Although he is only a star priest, his status in the sect priest is higher than that of many day-level priests, just because he has mastered the ghost and god sacrifices. ”

What's more, he is also the eighteenth son of Emperor Yan today, and he is also the younger brother of the seventh prince. ”

"The Prince?"

"Yes, the prince who has no right of inheritance. ”

"What do you mean?"

"On the day of the birth of the Eighteen Princes, the ghosts in the territory of Dayan shook the sky, and the entire Yan Kyoto was shrouded in infinite ghosts and gods, as if they were worshipping their king. ”

"The high priest of the sect of worship appeared in person, brought him back to the sect of worship, taught the Tongtian sacrifice of ghosts and gods, and as the successor of the next high priest, he controlled this mysterious power hidden in the court. ”

At this point, the eighteen princes who should have been surnamed Yan were also named Sacrifice to the next life, some people say that it is to repay Emperor Yan's kindness in the next life, and this life can only be done in the next life. ”

Subconsciously turned his head, Ying Yi wanted to see what kind of expression Yan Jie would have when he saw this brother who was far better than him, but what disappointed him was that Yan Jie didn't have any expression on his face at this time, and he was as cold as a cold river.

"Hongchen is bitter, hate parting, but have to live like a dream, this life is lifeless, what do you mean that there is no result in the next life, and you will return to ......"

"Hongchen is bitter, hate parting, but have to live like a dream, this life is lifeless, what do you mean that there is no result in the next life, and you will return to ......"

The sacrificial text of the next life suddenly changed, becoming a little softer, but the black silk threads hidden in the blood rain became more bright, like countless starlight hanging from the sea of stars, wrapping around the bodies of the six military souls and piercing their bodies.

Like a marionette, the strength of the six military souls to resist is getting smaller and smaller, and even the original small struggle has become gone.

The eyes, which were originally filled with cold light, were actually covered by a cloud of white clouds, like darkness purified by light, without a trace of night color.

The index finger and ring finger of the right hand of the priest fluctuated slightly, like countless ropes that had been spilled on the ground being lifted, and the black lines that had already become obvious because of the wrapping around the military soul made the movement more clear.

In Yingyi's line of sight, it only felt like a fishing hook, and the swing of a fish was harvested, and with the fisherman's hook, the six military spirits had become more and more distant, until they became six black spots that could not be seen clearly, and disappeared into the vast sky.

"That's it?"

It's not just Win Yi, many people can't figure it out, the military soul of the True Realm that was extremely powerful just now was actually destroyed so easily by the sacrifice of the next life, and the four True Realm powerhouses joined forces in the sword night, and the military soul of the Four Realms, which was all hit hard, disappeared so easily, and many people were a little unconvinced.

"Yes, it's over!"

Jian Yixi said with some emotion, it seems that after experiencing these military souls, even he feels a little tired, and now he sees that all the seven military souls have been suppressed, and he rarely sighs with emotion.

"The restraint of the ghost and god cultivators for the soul body is not something you can or I can imagine, even the weakest ghost and god cultivators can have the means to suppress the yin gods and ghosts that are far stronger than themselves, not to mention the afterlife of mastering the sacrifice of the ghost god sacrifice. ”

After suppressing the seven Four Realms Army Souls, the sacrifice nodded towards Jian Yixi without a trace, this action was so subtle that almost no one noticed, but it was discovered by Ying Yi.

Ying Yi was not aware of the action of sacrificing the next life, but the gesture made by Jian Yiyi when he responded, which made Ying Yi realize that the two should have known each other before, and it was inevitable that there would be a little more guessing.

After the sacrifice left, the six bone warships did not separate again, but instead stuck to each other more tightly, as if this would increase their sense of security.

Many people have been injured slightly or severely, and they are all seizing the time to breathe, I don't know what kind of risks will be encountered in the site of this tomb, but they have already encountered the attack of the military spirits of the four realms as soon as they stepped in, and the road behind may be even more difficult to walk.

It's just that the retreat has already been sealed, so I can only continue to march forward without a goal, and at this time, I can recover a little more strength, and maybe I will have a better chance to save my life later.

The corpse of the cultivator who was killed by the Bone Arrow Army Soul was also thrown into the bottomless sea of blood, except for a few blisters, there was no wave, leaving more regrets.

Drizzling rain and cloudy winds, a huge bone warship broke through the crimson sea, and it was unknown where it was heading, leaving only the white spray behind it, and the whistling sound coming from nowhere.

Exhaled a breath of turbidity, slowly stood up from the board, looked at the people who were obviously more silent, and sighed slightly, Yan Qing knew that this was because the experience just now caused them to have some different ideas, so she didn't ask more.

Jian Yixi's pranayama was also coming to an end, and the heaven and earth vitality that lingered around his body began to dissipate, and he knew that he had almost recovered, and his originally translucent face had also regained its color, and it was no longer as obvious as before.

Seeing the figure standing at the front of the plank, he hesitated slightly, but still walked over.

The long black hair fluttered in the wind, and Ying Yi didn't know what he was thinking, just calmly looked at the undulating sea of blood below, like a stake, and his lonely back looked a little gloomy.

Sensing Yan Qing coming, Ying Yi sighed slightly, didn't turn around, and said, "What is the purpose of cultivation?"

As if asking Yan Qing, it was also like asking herself, and her already gloomy back was even more lonely.

Yan Qing unconsciously paused, as if she was in deep thought, she couldn't answer Yingyi's question, and a trace of confusion flashed in her pupils, how many people can give an accurate answer to this simple question.