Asking a group of cultivators to chant the name of the god means that the preparations for the sacrifice of the body of the Bloodyaksha King have been completed.
The next step is to officially start refining.
Even though the situation was under control, Wei Su was still hiding in the dark. In a flash of thought, many of the minions wandering around the Five Saints Gate gathered in the temple.
Every time the Son of the Blood God transformed into a minion walked near the temple, his skin quickly burst open, exposing the red blood beneath his skin. From a distance, they looked like skinned 'people'.
More and more Blood God Sons gathered around the temple, surrounding the entire temple.
They overflowed with blood energy and merged with each other through the formations set up there. Like chains, they tightly wrapped around the temple.
The Blood God Sons turned into thick plasma, spread around the temple, penetrated into the formation, and poured into the vat in the center of the temple.
These Blood God Sons were obtained from the transformation of the Five Saint Sects this time. Their strength is low and their value is not high. It is perfect to use their blood energy to activate the formation and throw it into the vat to catalyze the Yaksha.
Inside the temple, all the practitioners gathered around the big vat.
After being reminded by several heads of the Five Saints Sect, they knew that the person imprisoned in the vat was a semi-mad Lian Gang Realm major cultivator.
But someone stretched his head and looked into the tank, and saw only darkness.
"Why can't you see anything?"
"Are you Five Saint Sect just trying to entertain us?"
"Close the door for what?"
The practitioners began to discuss, and some people noticed something was wrong and immediately strode away towards the gate.
The five of them were silent as furniture, gathered in front of the tank, and allowed the others to push and scold them without saying a word. The expressions on their faces gradually disappeared, and they seemed to have become soulless puppets.
Seeing that they were like logs, a cultivator roared and reached out to grab the nearest leader, grabbing his neck with one hand. The skin of the leader who came into contact with his palm broke instantly, revealing the bright red flesh and blood underneath.
"What is this?" When the cultivators saw this, they screamed and dispersed, each offering a powerful magic weapon;
Or make seals with your hands, ready to operate the method at any time;
Or hold the talisman tightly, ready to throw it at the five masters.
The practitioners responded with vigilance, but most of their attention was focused on the five leaders.
The person who fled to the door first, pressed his hands in front of the door, and as soon as he unleashed his true energy, he was about to break the door, but he felt that his hands were tightly adhered to the door, and strange aura followed the connection.
, put it into the limbs and bones, and merge with your own true energy.
The man's skin also began to burst, revealing bright red flesh and blood.
On the four walls of the temple, the people who tried to break open the walls and escape were all like human beings. Their skin peeled off, exposing their flesh and blood, and they were instantly assimilated by the blood god's formation.
On the floor, a layer of blood began to overflow.
All practitioners are immersed in this blood and energy without realizing it.
A pitch-black tongue poked its head out of the vat when all the cultivators' attention was focused on the five masters and they had no time to pay attention to the surrounding situation.
With a squeaking sound, he rolled up a cultivator who was near the vat.
The black tongue blocked the mouth and nose of the cultivator like silk, making it difficult for him to make the slightest sound. The whole person and the magic weapon were dragged into the vat, eaten dry and wiped clean.
The next time, two black tongues poked out of the tank.
More and more black tongues poked out of the vat, and the practitioners finally realized something was wrong, but it was too late.
The entire temple was covered in blood, and countless black tongues poked out of the jars and danced wildly in the temple.
Behind the vat and in front of the wall facing the temple gate, there are high steps.
On the steps, there is a skeleton made of many precious materials.
This skeleton is dark gold in color and looks like an upright skeleton. However, what is different from the skeleton is that there are two bone protrusions on the skull of this skeleton.
Moreover, the position of the nose is not like a hole in the average human skull, but there are bones like duck necks protruding from the holes, like an elephant's trunk.
At the same time, there are two hard bones on its chest.
This is the skeletal structure of Yaksha.
It is specially made by Weisu from various precious materials.
At this time, fine blood filaments appeared on Yasha's bones. These blood filaments bulged little by little and beat like blood vessels. Every time they beat, a large amount of blood was drawn from the hall and blended into his chest.
An indigo heart is gradually growing there.
Subsequently, layers of flesh and blood fascia covered the entire skeleton.
The black tongues that poked out from the vat finally devoured all the living people in the hall. Then they turned their spearheads and stabbed at the Yasha bones, which were gradually covered with flesh and blood and began to fill up.
Countless runes and mysterious patterns suddenly appeared on the walls of the entire temple. At this time, they all turned into shackles, tied to the big vat, sealing the mouth of the vat, leaving only three or five black tongues at a time.
He leaned out of the vat and fought with the Yaksha bones on the steps.
The results are obvious.
Three or five black tongues were torn off by the yaksha bones and devoured.
During this process, its flesh and blood became more and more plump.
Inside the temple, Weisu lurks in an unknown place. He wholeheartedly controls the formations set up in the temple remotely, adjusts the rune chains that seal the demon jar, and ensures that the black tongue released every time does not exceed the limit of the Bloodyaksha King's bones.
The limit that can be tolerated.
The Demon Mother's Hundred Sons Sword is changing all around him, and no one else can take advantage of this opportunity to harm Wei Su at all.
The outside of the temple was shrouded in blood light, forming a blood-colored rectangular barrier, which also isolated the outside energy. Under such circumstances, no one but a person with exquisite means could even think of sneaking into the barrier.
Seeing this, combined with the semi-crazy cultivator imprisoned by the Five Saint Sect, Meng Jiang knew what the Refining Gang Realm cultivator here who practiced the Blood God Dharma wanted to do.
This is obviously because his cultivation is about to reach the Immortal Realm, and he is afraid that his strength will decline to a certain extent and others will take advantage of it, so he refines his incarnation in advance to protect himself from disasters.
She frowned and thought for a while.
If no one else interferes, this fellow Taoist's incarnation will be completed smoothly.
A gentleman is also a beautiful man. Previously, Brother Taoist had snatched away this good material for refining the incarnation. Now if he attacks him again, it would be unavoidable to kill him.
But now the opportunity is perfect, and I really don’t want to take action, so I just retreat.
"I don't even have an external incarnation to use now..." Meng Jiang suddenly thought, the light in her beautiful eyes disappeared, and suddenly became colorful and extremely bright.
As the silent light turned, a wisp of breath 'fell off' from Meng Jiang's spirit, floated out from the center of his eyebrows, and turned into a thin woman with patched clothes on the ground, stumbling towards the bloody barrier.
The woman was not running very fast. She walked through the sand and passed in front of a large open space, just in time to be exposed to Wei Su's view.
But as soon as his eyes glanced at the woman in ragged clothes, all the thoughts in his mind about making eye contact with this woman fell silent one after another.
By the time the woman walked into the bloody barrier, he had completely forgotten that there was a woman in his field of vision who walked across the open space and walked into the barrier.