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Five drops of pure yang blood from the five peak leaders fell on the lifeless corpses in no particular order, setting off a blood-colored halo.

At this moment, the ghost king Langya and the four ghost kings who had been hiding behind the curtain appeared behind everyone, and Luo Chen suddenly felt that something was wrong, and when he wanted to leave the futon, he found that his body couldn't move. On the other hand, the first disciples of the four peaks are all the same.

"Chang Yi, what is this for?" Soul Zaitian's temperament was the most impatient, and he immediately angrily asked the ghost king who had reached an agreement with him.

"Don't panic in Tiandaoyou, the pain is only short-lived, close your eyes, and it will pass soon. Ghost King Chang Yi smiled maliciously, and the magic trick in his hand sped up more and more.

"Just a ghost, dare to calculate against me?" The first disciple of the Refining Treasure Peak snorted coldly with disdain, and slapped the treasure bag on his waist with his right hand, and a wisp of ghostly blood appeared in mid-air.

"Hahahaha, this king still thought that you were going to take out some immortal treasure, it turned out to be this drop of blood?" Chang Yi seemed to see some great joke, and his tone became more and more rampant.

"You can see clearly, whose essence is this?" Bu Sifan looked calm, looking like he was in control of the overall situation.

"You don't think that what I gave when I agreed with you was the king's own essence blood, right?" Chang Yi laughed.

"Essence is the guide, the qi controls the blood, and the god is a puppet!" Bu Sifan's mouth vibrated with words, and the mysterious spell made the blood flowing silently in the air boil, and the face of Chang Yi, the ghost king, was revealed under the tumbling.

"Kneel!" With Bu Sifan's command, Chang Yi's knees collapsed to the ground as if uncontrolled, and with a dull bang, Chang Yi knelt in humiliation.

"The reward of the ten ghost kings, when will the ghost thing be so kind?" Bu Sifan had already cracked the illusion of the ghost king on the futon at this time, and took the lead in standing up and said, "As early as when you gave me someone else's essence blood, you were sentenced to death by me. ”

"How did you see that?" Chang Yi asked unwillingly.

"What you gave was just sucking the essence blood of a human being, which was temporarily transformed, and it just so happened that I had a secret treasure on my body that could sense different breaths. Bu Sifan said a little proudly.

"That's the end of the show. Bu Sifan's outlier did not disrupt the plans of the ghost kings, Langya waved his hand, and the remaining three ghost kings immediately knelt on the ground with Chang Yi, standing with their palms together, with an indescribable piety.

"Ghosts and gods, junior Langya, the eighty-first generation of the royal family, today I sacrifice the lives of the five sons of luck, I hope you can make my ghost clan no longer limited to the cold and damp cave, and can have a place in this world!" Langya's eyes flashed with fanaticism, and with madness, his right palm turned into a blade, and a terrifying bloody wound was drawn on his chest.

"Atavistic blood, sacrifice, wake up, Ancestor!" A large amount of ghost blood in Langya's heart was lost, and it continued to gather towards the corpses, and the first disciples of the four major peaks, including Bu Sifan, all sensed that the true yuan in the Natal Spirit Island was like a flood unloading the gates, surging loss, and there was only one place at the end, a huge corpse of ghosts and gods!

"Pure Yang Blood!" The only thing that the five peaks leaders are not bound by suction is Falling Dust, and after a little thought, they know that the problem lies in the drop of Pure Yang Blood, because among the five people, only Falling Dust sacrificed the fake essence blood handed over by Langya, and the rest of the people sacrificed their own real essence blood, but in the end, they fell into the trap of the ghost kings.

Jin Ruyu, who was very anxious in the dark, told her to leave this place first, and he would find her for a round.

Jin Ruyu knew that the strength of his identity would not be beneficial to stay, but would become a burden for the dust, so he silently glanced at the dust and quietly swept out of the cave.

"Your Highness, escape one. Chang Yi reminded Langya in a subtle voice.

"Don't worry about it for now, the resurrection of the ancestor is big now. These monks brought us the loosening of the formation and the sacrifice that there will never be a second time. Langya's expression was focused, speeding up the delivery of his own ghost blood.

"It's familiar...... Posterity...... Who's in ...... Call me......" The intermittent sound spread all over the cave, and a trace of horror seemed to come to the world at any time.

Luochen, who has been making efforts to struggle, secretly screamed that it was not good, the ghosts and gods were about to wake up, if he didn't take advantage of this time to escape, I am afraid that he would die in Huangquan today, as for the life and death of the leaders of the four major peaks, he had no obligation to worry, not to mention that the decline of the original sacrifice to the heavenly peak was indispensable to the fall of the other five peaks.

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