Judging from their appearance, these people should be monks from the Blood River tribe. They are meditating under the blood pool, with their eyes closed, and their hands are constantly changing magic formulas. It seems that they are performing some kind of magical power.

However, most people frowned, as if they had encountered some difficulty.

Such a quiet and strange atmosphere lasted for an unknown period of time, until one of the old men suddenly opened his eyes, with a strange expression on his face, and a hint of doubt in his eyes.

The others felt something strange and opened their eyes one after another, turning their gazes towards the old man.

"Chief, what's wrong with you?" someone asked with concern.

The old man didn't answer, and silently used his magical power. After checking it carefully for a moment, he slowly said: "Just now I felt something strange in my body, which made me uneasy. I don't know what went wrong."

After hearing this, everyone else's expressions changed and they were surprised: "That man actually has such magical powers? Can he still hurt the clan leader from such a long distance?"

"impossible!"

The old man replied with certainty: "Although his sword cultivation method is powerful, it can only defeat 'all evil' at most, but it is impossible to obliterate 'all evil'. We use secret methods to remotely control it, let alone be controlled by him."

It is nonsense to talk about being injured by supernatural powers."

"Clan leader, what did you feel just now?" Someone hesitated to speak.

"Maybe I'm just too worried."

The old man shook his head, and then said with a firm face: "The Holy Land must not be allowed to be interfered with by outsiders. The Fantasy Clan colludes with outsiders. We will record this account first and then attack later. But in today's battle, we must completely annihilate this Nan clan.

Xuan’s army, let them become the food for my Blood River clan.”

"Clan leader, don't worry! Nourished by the blood of the Fallen Spirit Pool, our Blood River Clan is an immortal existence. We just need to spend a little more time and we can always kill all these outsiders." A member of the Blood River Clan.

The elder laughed.

"Um"

The old man nodded, his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something more, but no sound came out, and his face suddenly changed.

The next moment, the old man covered his chest with his hands, with a look of pain in his eyes.

This time, everyone could see clearly and knew that there was something wrong with the old man's body.

"Chief, what's wrong with you?"

Several elders with the best connections swooped over and supported the crumbling patriarch.

"I, I seem"

The old man clutched his chest and felt severe pain in his body. The back of his head seemed to have been hit hard with a hammer, and his soul began to vibrate.

"Well!"

There was another muffled groan, and in full view of everyone, the old man's body trembled, and a shadow that looked exactly like himself appeared behind him.

The shadow was light and uncontrollable, soaring upwards into the sky.

Even though the old man tried his best to pull back the phantom, he still couldn't do it. He could only watch the phantom getting farther and farther away from him.

"That's the soul of the patriarch!" someone exclaimed.

"Calling souls and capturing souls, this is the secret technique of the witch clan!"

Everyone in the Blood River tribe reacted. At this moment, a clear bell rang at the entrance of the valley.

Jingle bells, jingle bells!

Although the ringtone was not loud, it clearly appeared in everyone's ears. It was extremely weird!

"The Soul-Calling Holy Bell is indeed from the witch clan!"

The Blood River clan monks in the valley became furious at this moment.

"How dare you attack our clan leader?!"

"Fight them!"

The blood river clan was excited, but several elders with advanced cultivation did not mess up their positions. They all came to the clan leader's side and fired several spells continuously to help the clan leader temporarily stabilize his soul and not be disturbed by the soul-calling holy bell.

Take him away.

At the same time, at the entrance of the valley, a group of monks wearing black robes and cloaks walked in from outside.

The leader of the group held a voodoo doll in his left hand, which looked somewhat similar to the leader of the Blood River clan, except that it was covered with golden needles. In his right hand, he held a golden bell, which he shook gently, making a weird tinkling sound.

.

"Hahaha, Son of the Blood God, you're fine!" the man in black robe said with a smile.
Chapter completed!