The red-faced ghost raised his hand and killed Cheng San. No one on the ground dared to speak to dissuade him, and he knelt even lower. The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi who had made a deal with Cheng San was even more trembling, and he knelt on the ground without any expression.
Dare to come out.
"Huh! Useless trash, you are still a second-level qi practitioner after so many years. Your sacrifice is only worth a dozen mortals."
The red-faced ghost was still angry, and said to the people below: "The task given to you, if anyone dares to cheat in the future, you will pay for it with your own life!"
The remaining seven monks were kowtowing on the ground like pounding garlic, and quickly said: "I don't dare!"
Seeing everyone's panic, the red-faced ghost showed a hint of satisfaction. But the next moment, he raised his eyebrows and suddenly looked towards the crowd.
"Oops!" Liang Yan said in his heart.
He prided himself that the Celestial Bead concealed his cultivation aura and that the red-faced ghost could not see through it. But Li Xiran beside him was not sure. With the red-faced ghost at the 8th level of qi training, he might not be able to hide it.
Liang Yan naturally lowered his hands and leaned towards the storage bag on his waist inadvertently. If the red-faced ghost broke out and attacked, he would not be able to stand idly by.
But the red-faced ghost just glanced at the crowd in confusion, then shook his head and sat down on the futon again, seemingly not finding anything.
Liang Yan put down his hand that had already been on the storage bag, and he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. However, he glanced sideways at Li Xiran and thought to himself:
"This woman is truly unfathomable."
The red-faced ghost sat down in the middle, stretched out his hand and pointed at the middle-aged monk in green clothes and said: "After the last sacrifice, there are still more than twenty people left to sacrifice. Go and bring them out, and divide them into two parts with the people brought today."
Eight groups, with no less than twenty people in each group.”
The middle-aged man in green clothes hurriedly responded: "I understand, little man!". After saying that, he got up from the ground and walked into a cave behind the red-faced ghost.
Not long after, the man in Tsing Yi came out with more than twenty people to sacrifice, and divided them into eight groups with all the mortals in the scene, and then asked each group to stand behind a brazier.
After everyone was in place, the red-faced ghost nodded and said:
"After the last sacrifice, my skill has reached the peak of the eighth level of Qi training, and I am only one step away from the ninth level of Qi training. If I can successfully sacrifice these people this time, I will definitely be able to break through to the ninth level of Qi training.
, then the 'monkey king of money' will be at your fingertips!"
The seven monks respectfully said in unison: "My lord, your magic power is boundless and you are invincible in every battle!"
The red-faced ghost waved his hand and shouted: "Okay, form a formation quickly!"
After receiving the order, the seven monks sat down cross-legged behind a brazier in seven directions, with their hands forming a dharma formula in front of their chests, and chanting something in their mouths.
Boom! The fire in the brazier in front of them was very strong. It was the same as the brazier Cheng San was thrown into before. The center of the fire showed a faint blue color, like eight will-o'-the-wisps.
The red-faced ghost also had a serious look on his face. He put one palm up in front of his chest and breathed out a stream of black energy. The black energy spiraled out and condensed into an oval arch in mid-air. As the red-faced ghost's magic formula changed, there was a faint sound inside.
There was a sound of evil spirits crying.
After half a stick of incense, the red-faced ghost suddenly shouted loudly and pointed at the arch in mid-air with one hand. The black air there suddenly began to stir rapidly, as if something was struggling to crawl out of the arch.
The red-faced ghost stared at the arch with a pair of red eyes, his Adam's apple squirming slightly, and he looked excited and fanatical.
Chichi! A heart-numbing sound suddenly came from within the arch, like a pair of sharp claws scratching across the heart, making people upset and uneasy.
Liang Yan secretly practiced the "Heart without Determination Method" and at the same time activated the Tianji Pearl to block the fluctuations in mana, which calmed down his irritable mood. However, the seven monks who formed the formation were not so lucky, and all of them showed pain on their faces.
The color was so unbearable that some even left blood from their ears.
Accompanied by this strange sound, the black air inside the arch became strong, and a ferocious ghost claw actually stretched out from inside.
Liang Yan was slightly startled, and when he looked closely, he saw that the ghost claw was two feet long, and the fingers alone were taller than a person. There was ghost energy lingering on it, the nails were sharp and sharp, and there were lines of black smoke rising faintly from it.
It gave off a fishy smell.
After the ghost claw came out of the arch, it immediately started groping around, as if it couldn't figure out the direction for a while, and seemed to be looking for something.
When the red-faced ghost saw this, the excitement on his face became even more intense. He muttered strange syllables in his mouth silently, as if he was singing some weird song. At the same time, he struck out two palms in the air, and two balls of gray Yin Qi started from his palms and headed towards the ghost.
Claw shot away.
As soon as this gray yin energy hit the ghost's claws, it immediately gave it a sense of direction. It seemed that it was no longer confused, and instead crawled out of the arch bit by bit, reaching towards the red-faced ghost.
This scene was very strange. From Liang Yan's point of view, it was not so much that the ghost's claws were stretching towards the red-faced ghost, but rather that the red-faced ghost was pulling the ghost's claws towards him. However, the speed was extremely slow, and half a stick of incense passed.
The ghost claw only extended halfway between the two of them.
He observed secretly for a long time, and saw that the red-faced ghost's eyes were fixed on the ghost claw, and it seemed that he was putting all his attention into casting spells. He couldn't help but think about taking action. He glanced at Li Xiran and saw that her expression was excited, no longer the same as before.
Pretending to be dull and pressing one hand on the storage bag, you knew that she was about to reach the limit of her endurance.
"If we join forces, I don't know if we can defeat this red-faced ghost under a sudden attack. But he is casting spells with all his strength at the moment. If we want to save these people, now is probably the best time."
It's strange to say that he didn't care about the life and death of these people. What he wanted in his mind was to use the opportunity of the red-faced ghosts and the group of monkeys to fight for the monkey wine to save his life. But now he saw these 180 people with his own eyes.
When he saw more than ten living lives, he couldn't help but feel compassion.
He asked himself that he was not a heroic warrior who wanted to be the first in the world, but it seemed that it would not be so easy for him to do nothing to save others and watch more than a hundred people lose their lives in vain.
Liang Yan sighed secretly in his heart and said: "Forget it, life and death are left to God's will!"
Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated and turned to look at Li Xiran. But just when he was about to remind Li Xiran to take action, he suddenly heard a roar from the jungle, which was so powerful and deafening.
Liang Yan and Li Xiran looked at it at the same time, and saw a huge ape swinging out of the forest. Its forehead was the color of pure gold, and there were a few strands of white beard under its mouth. It looked like a worldly old man, holding an ebony stick and staring at it menacingly.
The monk on the scene.
Behind him were four much smaller monkeys, standing in pairs on either side of him. Their foreheads were all pure gold, and they looked at the red-faced ghosts with unkind expressions.
"The stick-wielding monkey in the middle has reached the early stage of the eighth level of Qi training. He should be what they call the Monkey King! However, its aura is still a little unstable, and it seems that it has not been long since he advanced to the Monkey King level." Liang
Yan thought secretly in his heart.
The red-faced ghost was also shocked, but he was at the critical moment of casting the spell. If he was distracted to fight against the Monkey King, all previous efforts would be wasted, so he could only grit his teeth and roar:
"Take the medicine quickly and form a ghost gate formation to help me delay the time for half a stick of incense!"
After hearing this, the monks sitting cross-legged in front of the brazier showed a look of hesitation on their faces, but this look only flashed past. The next moment they made up their minds and took out a blue pill from the storage bag almost at the same time.
Swallow it into your mouth.
After these monks swallowed the pills, their auras immediately soared, and they were promoted from the third level of Qi training to the fourth level of Qi training. Liang Yan secretly shook his head after seeing this. Such pills that forcibly improve their cultivation level in a short period of time generally have serious side effects.
Some can even destroy their own Dao foundation, and the path to immortality is cut off from then on.
But these monks swallowed the elixir so resolutely, from this we can see the strictness of the Corpse Ghost Sect. Those who dare not obey orders will be punished by death.
After the monks swallowed the elixir, their eyes turned red, and light green smoke rose from their heads. However, they seemed not to feel anything, and at the same time they raised their hands and poured a spell into the brazier in front of them.
The fire in those braziers surged, and streams of blue flames shot out from them, hitting the monkeys.
Seeing the rain of fire coming from the sky, the monkey king was not afraid. After roaring to the sky, he waved his giant stick and struck at the flames.
Although those blue fires were fierce, they were swept away by the Monkey King's ebony stick, and they all staggered around and scattered around. Some were even knocked upside down and flew back. One of the blue fires happened to be hit towards a man who was sitting cross-legged in front of the brazier.
A monk from the Corpse Sect who practices this method.
"Ah!" The monk let out a scream, no longer caring about the sect's laws, jumped up from the ground, and kept casting spells to extinguish the flames on his body.
But no matter how much he used up his spells, the faint blue fire on his body was still like maggots on the tarsus and could not be extinguished. In just a few breaths, the monk's whole body was enveloped in blue fire, and he was rolling on the ground in pain.
I can't use any magic anymore.
With his obsession for survival, he still crawled toward the other monk without giving up, stretched one hand forward, and shouted: "Brother, save me!"
When the monk he called his senior brother saw him crawling towards him, a look of horror appeared on his face. He hurriedly pinched a few spells and hit him.
I saw streaks of black energy flashing through, beating the man until his intestines were torn to pieces, and he lay motionless on the ground. Only then did the "senior brother" reach out his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead with lingering fear.
When the blue fire on the ground gradually subsided, a closer look revealed that the person who had been hit by the fire had been burned to the point where no bones were left.