Chapter 616： (1/2)

Master Ji lay on the ground, blood spilling from the edge of the mask.

The palm of the Holy Lord was merciless, his internal organs were all injured, and the meridians were even destroyed by the water intruding into the body by nearly 80%. This shows how angry the Holy Lord is.

He bowed his head, feeling guilty.

At the time, he sent someone to monitor Dongling and found that Wenmei who had left Dongling, originally didn't care. Later, because Wenqiao also left Dongling and came to the Central Continent, she grew and became stronger step by step, and noticed her. After the inheritance of the awakening came from the powerful bloodline of Baifeng Island, he began to plan all this.

Wen Mei is the bloodline of the Wen family in Dongling, and Wen Qiao is a sister of the same race, and is an object that can be used.

Therefore, they unexpectedly captured Wen Mei, who was still weak, and the Holy Master personally sealed her memory, and Master Ji took her by her side to cultivate her and improve her cultivation level until the day when she could use it.

Wen Mei, alias Mei Gu, has always been a very obedient subordinate. She has no memory, and Tanglin is too remote, and there is not much news about her family. She has no way of inquiring about her own life experience, so there is no need to worry about her betrayal. And Wen Mei is indeed a very useful subordinate, she can complete the tasks entrusted to her perfectly, and Jiuye also trusts her quite well.

But he didn't think that this chess piece turned him back.

Jiuye is not stupid. After a little thought, he understands why Wen Mei fled. On the left, it was the Holy Lord's decision to make a living sacrifice that made her feel a sense of crisis. She was worried that she would die because of this. Acting according to Wen Mei, it is estimated that he will escape to the place where the right path is stationed outside the North Land, tell them his identity, and use the Heavenly Sacred Gate as a bargaining chip to protect himself.

Unexpectedly, the wolf he carefully cultivated bit himself.

Jiuye only blamed herself for relaxing her vigilance over the years and restoring her too much, so that she would find a chance to escape and destroy the plan of the Holy Lord.

After the body slowed down, Master Ji got up with difficulty and looked at the woman whose expression was still gentle as water under the gray sky.

"Holy Lord, since Wen Mei fled, Wen Qiao is over..."

The holy master said indifferently: "Wen Mei can't be used, the plan is changed, let Wen Qiao come to the North Land obediently, and willingly sacrifice his mysterious blood."

Master Ji looked at her puzzledly, thinking of the lord of the demons unavoidably.

Is the Holy Lord trying to use the Lord of Demons to force the right way to surrender Wen Qiao?

The Holy Lord did not say clearly, but instead said: "Are you ready for the living sacrifice?"

"It's ready." Lord Jiu resisted the pain in the body, and said in a deep voice, "This time we are preparing to make a living sacrifice of 108 people, two of which are in mysterious blood."

The holy lord whispered: "Do it at three quarters tonight."

Master Ji answered yes, watching the holy lord turn and leave, the blood tumbling in his body couldn't help it anymore, and finally squirted out.

He staggered to his knees on the ground, coughed lightly, and trembling his hands took out a healing spirit pill and put it in his mouth. After a long while, he stood up and looked forward with his eyes.

The sky in the distance was dark and gloomy, and a few traces of magic energy lingering in the breakthrough gray mist could be vaguely seen, and the breath of death was permeating the surroundings.

In the gray fog, a figure could be vaguely seen, black robe flying.

The holy lord walked to the edge of the gray mist and looked at the man hidden in the gray dead breath, the looming figure that taught people to see not clearly.

She stared for a while, and then said softly: "Yan Yi... Lord, the living sacrifice is ready, and I am three quarters tonight."

The gray mist swirled slowly, as if she hadn't heard her words.

After a while, the gray mist dissipated, revealing the man sitting in the gray mist. The man's gray pupils hung down, his eyes fell on her, and there was nothing but evil and cold in the deadly entrapment.

"Living sacrifice?" He said, his voice hoarse.

Upon seeing this, the holy lord felt a little joyful in his heart, unable to restrain her from stepping forward, but there was a death attack that stopped her from moving forward.

The holy lord's face was sullen, and her water-like eyes seemed to be covered in melancholy, but her voice was still calm and gentle, "Yes, you are dead now, if you want to be fully resurrected, It needs vitality. The vitality can be drawn from the living sacrifice."

The man stared at her with gray pupils, without speaking.

The Holy Lord didn't care either. She told him about the living sacrifice in detail, and she promised again and again, "As long as you can be resurrected, you will restore your previous memories, and you will become the great Lord of the Demon World."

When talking about "Lord of the Demon Realm", her eyes are as bright as stars.

The gray-eyed man still stared at her, as if he was assessing the authenticity of her words, but it was not like when he met her for the first time, the gray air attacked her.

The Holy Master couldn't help but feel a little bit happy, greedily wanting more, but facing those dead gray eyes, she could only suppress it. She said to herself, it doesn't matter, as long as he can be resurrected, he will understand what he has done for him, and only oneself is loyal to him in this world.

At a quarter to three, the living sacrifice began.

One hundred and eight people were put on the altar in the wilderness, where a large blood-colored formation was painted, two of them were tied to a pillar in the center of the formation.

These two people with divine bloodlines are disciples of the Heavenly Sacred Gate. They looked at the Holy Lord outside the altar. Although they tried to suppress them, they still had a bit of panic in their eyes, but they were more reverent. The mysterious blood on them was plundered, and it took a hundred years to grow to the Yuanzong realm. Now it is the time to repay the divine master, and they have no regrets or regrets.

The gray-eyed man stood in front of the formation, with him as the center, death spreading.

When the third quarter of the time came, a blood-red light appeared in the big array, and the blood burst into the sky.

There was a bleeding mist on the people on the altar, and the blood mist gathered in the blood-red array, making the blood array brighter and brighter, converging into a vibrant **** light that plunged into the man's body.

Bang bang bang--

Continuous explosions sounded, and the living people on the sacrifice exploded one by one, turning into more blood mist, and merging into the formation. Until the last person exploded and turned into blood mist into the formation, the diffuse blood light finally disappeared.

The gray-eyed man closed his eyes to absorb all the vitality of the living sacrifice transformation, and slowly opened his eyes.

A few traces of blood faintly passed through those gray pupils, and his calmness was quickly restored.

"Too little." The man said blankly, this life is too little to suppress life.

The holy lord hurriedly said: "Lord, living sacrifices need to be made step by step. This is the first living sacrifice. There are relatively few people, and it will increase to a thousand next time. Lord and rest assured that the subordinates have found the most vital and mysterious bloodline. Finding a sacrifice for you, as long as she is there, you will be restored to 50% of the vitality. After you sacrifice the Shengwu Continent, you will be fully resurrected.

"who is it?"

"It's Wenqiao." The holy master looked at him with pious eyes, "Wenqiao's awakened mysterious blood is rich in the richest vitality and can make all things grow. She is the most suitable candidate for living sacrifice."

The gray-eyed man said, "Bring her as soon as possible."

"Yes."

***

When the sky above the north land suddenly brightened with blood, it alarmed the people in the valley.

"what happened?"

The cultivators flew out one after another, looking towards the sky in the north, feeling the ominous aura in the blood, and had a bad premonition.

The few Yuan Emperor Realm ancestors guarding the valley had solemn expressions. Although they didn't know what was happening in the north, the aura contained in the blood light made their hearts sink to the bottom of the valley in an instant.

"It's a living sacrifice."

Aunt Mei who looks at the Northland with Wen Qiao——Wen Mei whispered, her heart full of anxiety.