At the same time, Zhong Kui Yueji's black and rotten arms behind her also used their strength to push him towards the basin.

Zhongkui climbed over the spine and moved towards the basin little by little.

The blood in the basin surged more and more, and soon, like a fountain, it overflowed the basin, over the square table, and flowed along the legs of the square table toward the ground.

In the blood, blurry pieces of flesh and blood gradually emerged, and their parts gave people a subtle sense of familiarity.

Zhongkui Yueji suddenly realized that in the basin was a corpse that had been smashed and stuffed into it.

The smell of blood just now came from this corpse.

This is an offering to the idol in the temple!

For a moment, Zhongkui Yueji had a strong premonition in her heart that was as real as reality. It seemed that as long as she was pulled into the furnace, she would replace the corpse and become a fresh offering!

At this time, Zhongkui Yueji's body was already unsteady and she fell into the pot.

Suddenly, all the arms holding him were covered with a layer of dazzling pale gold, as if covered with a thin layer of spring light.

All arms stopped instantly and stopped moving.

A powerful and majestic aura suddenly erupted from Zhongkui Yueji's body, and the many ghostly arms, like snow meeting the sun, disappeared in an instant and disappeared without a trace!

Without these constraints, Kwai eventually regained her footing and regained her footing.

"Tap, step, step..."

In the darkness, strange ghosts walked out. The corpse in the basin also grabbed the edge of the basin with his hands, pulled himself out, and looked at Zhongkui Yueji with cold and eerie eyes.

The blood has soaked the entire ground and is rising continuously, as if it is going to topple the entire temple.

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I was so angry that the wind lantern kept shaking.

Under the flickering light, a green shirt floated in.

His posture is tall and straight, his sword intent is lingering, and his whole aura is almost integrated with the long sword on his back.

Ning Wuye walked into the temple and just stood behind the threshold when he was slightly startled. What did he seem to have overlooked?

and……

He looked around and frowned suddenly, wondering why he came to such a strange place alone.

After hesitating for a moment, Ning Wuye walked towards the screen wall.

The blank screen wall, the simple round tripod, the beams and columns without any decoration or carvings, the steps... Ning Wuye finally pushed open the ajar door of the main room and walked into the main room where the statue of the god was enshrined.

The statue in front of me, although the temple it lives in is not big, the incense is very strong...

However, these offerings seem unusual... However, in the Yousu Tomb, any weird things are possible...

Ning Wuye walked to the square table where the offerings were placed, and looked at the upper shrine with a puzzled look on his face.

He always felt that there seemed to be something wrong with this statue of God?

At this time, the statue that originally looked like a painted clay body suddenly opened its red eyes.

Evil energy rose into the sky, and the statue took action and grabbed Ning Wuye.

boom!!

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A lonely monument with a dead tree.

The mud in front of the tomb was still crawling, but the crowd of people offering sacrifices had dispersed in fear.

In a moment, the mud completely swallowed up the last sacrifice and recovered as before.

The sedan chair that was originally suspended in mid-air disappeared, and a pink bride wearing a bright red wedding robe and a hikerchief appeared on the branches of a dead tree, stretching lazily.

Xipa's chest was hanging straight down, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

The complicated skirts that meander between the branches are blown by the wind, like dead old trees and gorgeous flowers that suddenly bloom.

A pair of delicate embroidered shoes is looming among the layers of skirts. The pom-poms on the toe tips are as bright as blood, bit by bit, as if they are about to drip.

In the lush grass, the blood stains had long since dried up and turned into mottled crimson color.

The flying sword, a low-grade talisman that was originally carried behind Lin Feng's back, was stuck sideways on the ground, and the sword's autumn-like body trembled slightly.

At this time, a pure white figure came from a distance.

It looks like a human being, wearing a white robe, walking in the wind, fluttering about to fly, but if you look carefully, you can see that there are two parallel eyes on the snow-white face and under the white eyebrows.

Deep in the pupils, there was a dark firelight that was slowly dancing.

It is "prison".

"Prisoner" strode forward and stopped only when he reached a place not far from the tombstone.

The pink bride sat motionless on the top of the tree. Her voice came out from under the hijab: "What's the matter?"

"Prisoner" said in a cold voice: "Those three living people have already met 'Xi'."

"I already have a rough idea of ​​Pei Ling's location."

The pink bride said calmly: "Something happened during the day today."

"I have mastered Pei Ling's position now."

"Prisoner" shook his head slightly and said: "Right now, position is not the most important thing."

"The most important thing is that the three survivors are all trapped in a bitter battle."

"Fighting in the same place, 'Xi' can't possibly stop those three people."

"So, 'Xi's current cultivation level has probably returned to the state of becoming a god."

Become a god?

The pink bride on the branch suddenly frowned. After a moment of silence, she asked: "What about Pei Ling's territory...how is the situation in the territory?"

"Prisoner" said slowly: "The territory is not clear at the moment."

"But now, our cultivation strength is too far behind."

"This is very detrimental to our situation!"

The pink bride nodded and then said, "Then what do you think we should do now?"

"Prisoner" said in a deep voice: "Now, we know that Pei Ling's cultivation level has recovered to at least becoming a god."

"And Pei Ling must also know that we only have Nascent Soul now."

"No surprises."

"Pei Ling will definitely go all out to search for our location."

"However, the three living people have been searching for Pei Ling for half a year."

"As for Pei Ling, even if his cultivation has returned to a higher level, it will still take some time to find us."

"We must take advantage of this opportunity to prepare in advance."

"At least, you must restore your cultivation to the state of becoming a god."

Upon hearing this, the pink bride immediately said: "Tell the entire territory."

"Starting tonight, sacrifices will be made every day."

"The sacrifices cannot stop."

"Prisoner" nodded: "Understood!"

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wilderness.

Beside the lonely tomb, Pei Lingfu sat beside the tombstone, there was no sound, a dead silence.

He has been sitting here in meditation for a long time since he communicated with "Xi" just now.

At this moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked in the direction of Yanhui Valley.

"The fight has been going on for some time, and the winner has not yet been decided..."

"The 'prisoner's' cultivation level is at best that of a god, and has not recovered to the level of returning to the void."

"Now, just wait for the news from Senior Sister Li..."

Thinking of this, Pei Ling nodded slightly.

If he came to Yanhui Valley immediately and joined forces with "Xi", he would definitely be able to kill "Prisoner" on the spot.

However, this no longer makes sense.

As long as Senior Sister Li succeeds, the result will be the same!

Moreover, he is the only one guarding the tombstone now, but he cannot leave it no matter what.

The more critical this moment is, the less we can take it lightly!
Chapter completed!