The first thousand six hundred and sixty-four chapters of the law of sacrifice
"Go? Where?"
The Blood Immortal smiled coldly, waved his right claw, and blood thunder suddenly rolled, turning into a prison made of blood thunder, trapping Xu Huan and Xu Lei instantly.
Xu Lei roared angrily, took out a scroll, unfolded it, and wrapped it around his body to resist the terrifying blood thunder around him.
"Oh, it's actually a heaven-defying holy treasure. Although this thing is very powerful, your uncle and I are even more powerful. I can't defeat it!"
The Blood Immortal chuckled, and pinched his right paw towards the palm of his hand. Suddenly, the prison composed of blood thunder shrank suddenly, and wherever the blood thunder spread, the space collapsed inch by inch.
Click!
Instantly, tiny cracks appeared on the surface of the scroll.
"The heaven-defying holy treasure is cracked? What kind of monster is this!"
Xu Huan was shocked and his face turned pale and bloodless. At this moment, his heart was filled with regret. How could he have provoked such a ruthless friend this time?
Bah, bah, bah!
The blood fairy smiled cruelly, and in a moment, the scroll collapsed, and Xu Huan and Xu Lei who were inside did not even have a chance to scream, but were turned into ashes under the power of the blood thunder.
Looking at this scene, Yang Yan's mouth was slightly open, but his eyes were filled with complex expressions.
At this moment, he couldn't see through Zhuo Wen in front of him at all, and the aura of the blood fairy released by Zhuo Wen was as terrifying to him as a god.
Yang Yan knew that the young man who had won the first place in the Nine Nether Conference in Eastern Earth had still achieved heights that were difficult for him to reach even on the larger stage of Central Earth.
At the beginning, Yang Yan was the first to enter Middle-earth through the Nine Netherworld Formation. At that time, he had great ambitions. He thought that he would shine more brilliantly on the larger stage of Middle-earth, and even surpass the Nine Netherworlds.
Zhuo Wen ranked first in the conference.
But now, his situation makes him feel bitter inside. I am afraid that he will not live long anymore, and he will be in the sky and on the earth with Zhuo Wen now.
At this moment, Xu Xue, in endless pain, also saw the fallen Xu Lei and Xu Huan. Her eyes were full of despair. Finally, she screamed and turned into a mummy, and twelve drops were snatched from her body.
Huangquan.
"Twelve drops of underworld? How serious is Xu Xue's sin? He actually produced so many drops of underworld."
Zhuo Wen waved his sleeves and collected the twelve drops of underworld water, but his eyes showed a hint of surprise. This was the first time that he had harvested so many drops of underworld water from one person.
"Master, these are the spiritual rings of those two people!"
After killing Xu Lei and Xu Huan, the Blood Immortal came to Zhuo Wen with two spiritual rings and showed a hint of flattery.
"Well done, enter the spiritual ring!" Zhuo Wen took the spiritual ring and nodded with satisfaction.
After the blood demon's sea of consciousness awakened, the blood fairy's spiritual intelligence was much improved than before. In addition, Zhuo Wen had taught him a lesson for a long time, which had left a deep impression on him. His unruly attitude
It has long since disappeared, and now I am even more cautious when facing Zhuo Wen.
Of course, in order not to leave hidden dangers, Zhuo Wen had already erased all the blood demon's memories. Although the blood fairy's intelligence has improved now, he does not know that he was a blood demon before, only that he is a blood fairy now.
"Master, you see that I have done so many things for you. You should not put me in the spiritual ring. You can put me in the Canglong Palace or outside. The spiritual ring is suffocated. I know that the master is the best."
Already." The Blood Immortal chuckled.
Zhuo Wen's eyes turned cold and he stared at the Blood Immortal coldly without saying a word. The look in his eyes made the Blood Immortal's heart beat wildly. He smiled and said: "Master is still wise. It is safer inside the spiritual ring. Master is completely thinking about me.
I'm so grateful, Master, please put me into the spiritual ring."
Zhuo Wen didn't say anything. He waved his sleeves and immediately put the Blood Immortal into the spiritual ring.
Since Zhuo Wen erased all the memories of this blood demon's consciousness, this blood demon's consciousness has formed a spiritual intelligence with a completely different personality. This spiritual intelligence bullies the weak and fears the strong, pretends to be powerful, flatters, and is as cunning as a fox and a rabbit.
Zhuo Wen is quite unhappy with the current Blood Immortal, but there is nothing he can do about it. The Blood Immortal is one of his trump cards, and it is impossible for him to erase the Blood Immortal's intelligence, which will only weaken the Blood Immortal's.
strength.
After dealing with the blood fairy matter, Zhuo Wen looked at Yang Yan beside him, sighed softly and said: "Brother Yang, you..."
Yang Yan smiled miserably and said: "Brother Zhuo, I know my own situation very well. I'm afraid I won't die soon, but I am satisfied that I can get my revenge before I die."
Saying that, Yang Yan bowed to Zhuo Wen and said very sincerely: "Brother Zhuo, Yang has no way to repay this kindness. However, before Yang died, he was able to give the best thing about Yang to Brother Zhuo."
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After speaking, Yang Yan touched his right hand, and a force of law immediately appeared around him. This power of law became more and more terrifying, and eventually eighteen levels of hell appeared around him.
"Sacrifice of the Law!"
Yang Yan shouted low, and the eighteen levels of hell suddenly shrank and turned into a black light, which was suspended on his fingertips.
"Brother Zhuo, please accept this law of hell. This is the only contribution Yang can make before his death." Yang Yan was panting, and the death intention in his eyes became more intense.
"Sacrifice of law?"
Zhuo Wen's eyes narrowed, and he naturally knew about the law sacrifice. This was a secret method in which a warrior peeled off the law he had understood and dedicated it to another person, which was harmful to oneself and beneficial to others.
Almost every saint who masters the law knows this secret method, but no one is willing to use it.
Because once this secret method is used, the holy power in the caster's body will quickly drain away, and he will eventually become a useless person. The price is too high.
Yang Yan probably chose this method to sacrifice because he felt that his life was not long and Zhuo Wen allowed him to avenge his great revenge.
Zhuo Wen stared at Yang Yan in front of him seriously. He knew that this was Yang Yan's last wish, so he took it back very carefully and said: "Brother Yang, do you have any other long-cherished wishes?"
"Long-cherished wish? I hope Xu Qian can be happy. In fact, these three people are all members of the Xu family of Fenglei Mansion. The reason why they are chasing me is precisely because of Xu Qian..."
Having said this, Yang Yan laughed at himself, then took out a hosta from his arms and handed it to Zhuo Wen: "I originally planned to give this hosta to Xu Qian, but now I can't. If Brother Zhuo has the opportunity to go there in the future,
As for the Xu family, can you give this hosta to Xu Qian?"
"I will!"
Zhuo Wen put away the hosta. He knew that some stories should have happened to Yang Yan, and this story was related to Xu Qian and the Xu family.
After receiving Zhuo Wen's affirmative reply, Yang Yan showed a smile, opened his mouth and said softly: "Brother Zhuo, I know that you have a good relationship with Lu Hantian. I have seen Lu Hantian and Wudie coming in and out of the Xu family. If
If you really go to the Xu family, you might be able to meet Lu Hantian and Wudie."
Hearing this, Zhuo Wen's eyes flashed with a gleam, and he nodded immediately and said: "Thank you, Brother Yang, for informing me!"
"I just happen to know, so there's no reason not to tell you."
Speaking of this, Yang Yan suddenly looked towards the sky and said with a smile: "The sun is setting..."
Zhuo Wen followed Yang Yan's gaze and looked at the red sun slowly setting on the earth, silently.
When he turned around, Yang Yan had closed his eyes and lost all vitality.
"Brother Yang, have a good trip!"
Zhuo Wen sighed softly, waved his sleeves, and a flame swept out, incinerating Yang Yan's body.
At the same time, Zhuo Wen took out a jade jar and put the ashes of Yang Yan's body into the jade jar. After that, he said to himself: "The fallen leaves must eventually return to their roots. Brother Yang, I will take your ashes and bury them in the east soil."
Putting away Yang Yan's urn, Zhuo Wen stepped into the void and immediately turned into a rainbow and disappeared here.
The most distinctive symbol of the Northern Prophet family is a huge sacrificial tower standing in the central area of the Prophet's Mansion.
This sacrificial tower looks simple and unpretentious on the surface, but who knows that inside this simple and unpretentious sacrificial tower, it contains the most precious thing of the prophet family, the divine talisman.
The divination talisman owned by the prophet family is not incomplete, but a complete talisman. However, the tragedy is that the divination talisman is the most mysterious talisman of the nine holy talismans, and the requirements for the person who controls it are also the nine talismans.
The most demanding of all talismans.
Therefore, although the Prophet family possesses a complete divination talisman, the tragedy is that they are unable to use the true power of the complete divination talisman.
But fortunately, this generation of the prophet family has a wonderful Yan Tianwei. Although Yan Tianwei is blind, his heart is exquisite. Although his martial arts talent is low, he can actually communicate with the original power of the divination talisman.
, and can exert part of the power of the divine talisman.
It is Yan Tianwei who can communicate with the divine talisman, so her status in the prophet family is extremely high, and she is even known as a goddess. Her reputation is not only in the prophet family, but also spreads throughout the entire Middle Earth.
On this day, a long rainbow instantly swept over the area of the Prophet's family. This long rainbow stopped in front of the sacrificial tower. The leader was wearing a purple robe, with flowing beard and hair, and his body revealed a powerful aura of pressure.
"The current head of the Binghuo Family, Jiang Zuomei, has come personally to ask for an audience with the goddess. I hope that all members of the Prophet Family can be accommodating."
Jiang Zuomei's voice was clear and clear, and behind him were two lines of guards, each wearing a red robe and carrying a big red gift box on their shoulders.
Although warriors now have spiritual rings, which are storage treasures that can hold many things, Jiang Zuomei did not put the gift into the spiritual ring this time, but came to the Prophet family in such a grand manner.
, it can be seen that his sincerity was also done deliberately by Jiang Zuomei.
The sacrificial pagoda is very big, but as Jiang Zuomei's voice sounded, the pagoda did not change at all, and there was no one around it.
Jiang Zuomei didn't feel strange at all. He hung quietly in the air, staring at the sacrificial tower in front of him with burning eyes.
About two-quarters of an hour later, the door at the bottom of the sacrificial tower suddenly opened. Two maids in robes, holding lanterns respectively, bowed respectfully to Jiang Zuomei and said: "The goddess has ordered, Master Jiang, please come in!"
Jiang Zuomei's eyes were blazing, she nodded, and then entered the sacrificial tower with many guards behind her.
"The others stay at the bottom of the tower. Master Jiang, please follow me up to the sacrifice tower!" the two maids said calmly.
Jiang Zuomei naturally did not dare to object, and after giving instructions to the guards behind her, she followed the two maids.
The stairs inside the sacrificial tower are very long, and there is a faint medicinal fragrance in the air. Jiang Zuomei smelled this medicinal fragrance, his eyes flickered, as if thinking of some kind of rumor, but there was a taboo on his face, and he did not dare to think too much.
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Finally, the two maids stopped, and Jiang Zuomei realized that she had followed the maids unknowingly to a rather large hall.
In the center of the hall, there stood a huge altar. There was a futon in front of the altar, and on the futon, a petite figure was kneeling on it.