Nearly forty True Disciples of the Four Great Sects danced to the ancient music of the ancient tribes. They seem to be possessed by the priests of an ancient tribe, and they use dance to pray to the heavens for the divine power of the gods, so as to obtain the magical ability of immortality.

Each of their movements is a strange symbol, a talisman of the formation spell, closely related to the ancient relic array.

The spiritual power in their bodies at this time was running at a high speed, and their bodies were full of strange mana, and one after another the runes shot out and entered the ancient relics array with their continuous crazy dance.

As more and more runes flew out and in, the entire Ancient Relic Array began to emit white light from the edge to the middle. The ground is lit up as if it were a myriad of lines of light that are electrified, and they light up quickly as the electricity is delivered, emitting a dazzling light.

These linear rays of light immediately formed a peculiar figure, like the totem of an ancient tribe. To be precise, it should look like the head of an ancient demon.

The head of the ancient demon seemed to be about to come back to life, and it didn't look like a light pattern composed of countless lines of light at all.

The light emitted more and more, and the demon's head became more and more real, and its huge eyes actually blinked, and its eyelids flickered a few times. Its massive mouth seemed to start shouting something as well, like an ancient incantation.

At this time, strange spells that no one could hear came out one after another, blending into the blood mist of the Scarlet Demon Cave, and suddenly the situation changed. Those red blood mist, which was originally very calm with only shades of light, suddenly surged towards the Ancient Relic Array, and suddenly the wind and clouds surged, like countless violent hurricanes swept in.

The strange reason for the spell spread far and wide, more than a hundred miles.

And wherever the spell went, in addition to triggering the blood mist, those blood demons also seemed to have been summoned, and they rushed towards the ancient relics array, letting out bursts of excited howls, which immediately resounded like ghosts crying wolf, and resounded all over the mountains.

Countless blood mist poured into the Ancient Relic Array, converging and condensing in the sky, forming circular circles of blood mist, like a huge whirlpool.

The ancient sounds of the vicissitudes of life in the huge blood mist vortex kept playing, affecting more than forty true disciples of the four major sects, and they kept dancing and sending out ancient sigils. The Ancient Sigil was continuously imprinted into the Ancient Relic Array, thus inspiring the Ancient Relic Array.

At this time, the eighty-one black stone pillars of different thicknesses standing above the Ancient Relic Array suddenly stretched upwards rapidly, like bamboo poles growing rapidly, and stretched into the blood mist vortex formed in the air one by one.

The swirl-shaped blood mist suddenly emitted a loud rumbling sound, as if there was a divine mansion constantly beating a huge copper drum, continuously, one after another, extremely shocking.

Immediately, the blood mist vortex that originally seemed to be slowly rotating surged, and then a loud roar suddenly came out from the impenetrable blood mist: "Ancestral Demon Soul Pawn, come out!"

This roar is deep and deep, like the sound of antiquity from ancient times, full of vicissitudes, constantly echoing in the air, and cannot disappear for a long time. It was not at all like the voice of a monk, but it was like an ancient troll, crying out from a demon for ten thousand years. Not only does it imply a strong terrifying power, but it also seems weird and mysterious, which makes people shudder.

The eighty-one sacrificial monks who were tied to the black stone pillars were either unconscious, or they were haggard and listless. When I heard this strange and mysterious roar, it was as if my soul had been deeply hit by something, and I trembled suddenly. Then I felt that I was rejuvenated, and I cheered up, and I shook hard, trying to break free from the ropes that bound me and get out of this dangerous place.

However, their efforts were in vain. Although their souls were shocked and their spirits awakened, the spiritual power seals on their bodies did not dissipate. Therefore, they could not use the strength of their flesh to break free from the rope at all, but instead contributed to the strange power that reflected the entire ancient relic array.

"Ancestral Demon Soul Pawn, come out!" The voice came out, and then more than forty red rays of light shot out rapidly from the blood mist vortex, directly hitting the true disciples of the four major sects who were constantly dancing, right in the eyebrows.

The disciples of the True Transmission who were still dancing with emotion seemed to have been immobilized, and immediately froze in place, motionless, posing with all kinds of elegant dance movements, as if they were exquisite sculptures and works of art.

Then, from the eyebrows of each True Transmission disciple, there was a red mysterious magic pattern overflowing, and it quickly spread towards the face, head, neck, body, and limbs, until the entire body was a mysterious magic pattern.

When all the sculptural-like True Transmission disciples were covered in mysterious magic patterns, strange changes occurred in their bodies and even on their surfaces. Patches of black, smooth and translucent scales grew on the skin of their bodies, quickly forming a sturdy scale armor.

Their heads were also changed, with sharp horns growing on their foreheads, their cheeks slowly widening, their nostrils turning up, and their open mouths growing long fangs. Their hands quickly bent into claws, and their nails quickly stretched out, turning into sharp claws.

The forty or so true disciples of the four major sects instantly turned into more than forty demons and demons. Their souls have been controlled by the Ancient Trolls, and they have become ancestral demon soul pawns.

Each Ancestral Demon Soul Pawn exuded extremely strong strength, and its strength was not weaker than that of any Jindan monk. More than forty monks of the Four Great Sects really got their wish and gained great power. However, these powers are controlled by mysterious and more powerful demons.

After the Ancestral Demon Soul Pawn appeared, they all looked hideous, squatting around the Ancient Relic Array, holding the eyes of the formation, motionless, waiting for the master's next instructions.

At this time, a mysterious monk in a black cloak suddenly rushed into the ancient relics. The black cloak fluttered incessantly in the wind, almost enveloping the monk tightly, and his face could not be seen clearly.

"Hahahaha, it's really a success! Old Ancestor, you are really clever, let those fools believe the truth, and stupidly sacrifice their soul and body. Hahaha......" The monk wrapped in a black cloak laughed proudly, looking like a villain.

"Hmph. Boy, don't get carried away, just remember to giggle. This is just the first step. The next steps are the real key. Can I come down from this ancestor, can you get the true inheritance of Lao Tzu, it's too early to be happy. "There was also a voice coming out of the mysterious monk's body, and it was clear that this voice was not the monk's own voice, but a soul parasitic on the monk's body.

"What the Ancestor said is extremely true, the disciple knows that he is wrong!" the black-cloaked monk suppressed his laughter and admitted his mistake in a deep voice.

"Alright, let's start opening the circle in earnest!" said the mysterious spirit.

The black-cloaked monk froze in shape, his hands open, and silently recited the mantra, his ten fingers growing sharp nails that shone with a cold light. His strange eyes flickered.

When the mantra was completed, he actually pointed ten fingers straight into his chest without hesitation. The sharp nails were instantly submerged into his body, and the black-cloaked monk did not feel pain, and his face did not change, as if it was not his own body that had been pierced.

When he pulled out his sharp, slender nails, they were already dyed blood-red, and bright red blood spurted out. The black-cloaked monk kept his hands and quickly drew out, instantly drawing the essence blood into blood-red swords like steel nails.

The small red short sword was formed in an instant, and the essence and blood were also gone. His body also healed quickly, and soon he was unharmed, intact. His face didn't change any because of this, like a stubborn stone.

The red steel-nailed short sword, around his body, flew rapidly, waiting for the master's next command. And those short swords are no more, no less, just eighty-one.