The Finger of the God is the ultimate trump card of the Iron Blood Alliance.
For this reason, the Iron Blood Alliance specially trained a group of dead soldiers for the Finger of the Gods.
These dead soldiers were either on death row and their families were raised by the Iron-Blooded Alliance, so their families would have a chance to survive after their death, or the Iron-Blooded Alliance had great benevolence to them in life and death, and they would rather die for the Iron-Blooded Alliance.
In the center of the Iron Blood Alliance, there is a dungeon with extremely strong defenses that even the peak martial arts masters cannot break through.
Now, Yu Jingfeng is in this dungeon.
After receiving the news that Lin Mu was not dead, the Iron Blood Alliance seemed to have remained unchanged on the surface, but in fact, it was loose on the outside and tight on the inside, and was already well prepared.
Yu Jingfeng was arranged by the top management to be stationed in the dungeon, ready to arrange sacrifices at any time in case anything happened.
At this moment, Yu Jingfeng's expression changed, and then a zhenqi communication talisman fell into his hand.
"Huh? You actually have to use the finger of the gods."
After receiving the message in the communication talisman, Yu Jingfeng looked surprised, and then walked deeper into the dungeon.
After a while, he came to the door of a large underground cave.
This large underground cave is like a small world inside, with hundreds of people living there, who are the dead soldiers raised by the Iron-Blooded Alliance.
"Everyone, the Iron-Blooded Alliance is now facing a crisis, and it's time for you to contribute to the Iron-Blooded Alliance."
Immediately Yu Jingfeng said loudly.
Wow!
These dead soldiers stopped their movements in unison and looked at Yu Jingfeng.
"After you sacrifice your lives for the Iron-Blooded Alliance, the Iron-Blooded Alliance will always remember your merits. The descendants of the martial arts masters will become the inner disciples of the Iron-Blooded Alliance, and the descendants of the great martial arts masters will become the core disciples of our Iron-Blooded Alliance."
Yu Jingfeng continued to speak passionately.
Hearing Yu Jingfeng's words, the dead soldiers had expressionless faces. When the Iron Blood Alliance trained them, they knew their mission.
After speaking to the others, Yu Jingfeng's eyes finally fell on a middle-aged man.
This man had all his limbs shackled and was chained to the wall.
His aura is even more powerful, he is obviously a famous martial artist, and he is also the key to this sacrifice.
Originally, this person was an enemy of the Iron-Blooded Alliance. Later, the sect was destroyed by the Iron-Blooded Alliance, so he and his family were captured by the Iron-Blooded Alliance.
Now the Iron Blood Alliance wants to use his family as a threat to force him to sacrifice.
"Gong Weiquan, after your death, the alliance leader will accept your youngest son as a true disciple and teach him personally."
Yu Jingfeng said in a deep voice, "Your family will also be properly accommodated, and they will have enough food and clothing for the rest of their lives."
"Can I say no?"
Gong Weiquan looked cold and said sarcastically.
"Okay, but you know exactly what the outcome will be."
Yu Jingfeng felt a little proud to be able to play with a veteran martial arts master like Gong Weiquan.
"Then what nonsense are you talking about here?"
Gong Weiquan said unceremoniously.
"you"
Yu Jingfeng's breath was stagnant, and then he snorted coldly, "Since you are about to sacrifice your life for the Iron Blood Alliance, I won't care about you."
With that said, he opened the door of the cave, took out a talisman, placed the talisman on an altar in the center of the cave, and said, "Now let's start offering sacrifices, starting with the martial artist."
Hearing this, the warrior-level warriors all looked resigned. Their families were in the hands of the Iron Blood Alliance and they had to obey.
Then the martial arts masters in the cave walked to the altar one after another and began to burn their own energy and blood.
In the blink of an eye, the bodies of each martial artist beside the altar grew old and withered at an alarming rate, and eventually turned into mummies and died.
Seeing this situation, Yu Jingfeng secretly felt regretful.
He also knew that it would not be easy for the Iron Blood Alliance to train these dead soldiers. If they sacrificed themselves this time, it would take at least another thirty years to train the next batch.
As the warriors died one after another, Yu Jingfeng stared closely at the altar. He knew that the finger of the god was under the altar, and he was waiting for the finger of the god to react.
However, what made him dumbfounded was that after all the three hundred warriors and dead warriors had been sacrificed, there was no reaction below the altar.
A flash of light suddenly flashed deep in the eyes of Wuzong Gong Weiquan.
As a martial arts master, he has been exposed to a certain amount of soul power, and his perception is naturally sharper than that of ordinary warriors.
Just now, he vaguely sensed that it was not that the sacrifice failed, but that the finger of the god under the altar did release a powerful aura, but it was soon suppressed by a more vast force in the void, unable to move at all.
Yu Jingfeng was also a strong man in the martial arts, and he actually sensed it, but he couldn't accept it at all. He didn't believe there was any power that could suppress the finger of the gods, thinking it was just an illusion.
"Continue, the great martial artist will sacrifice."
After the three hundred martial arts masters, there are twenty great martial arts masters.
Soon, the twenty great martial artists also offered sacrifices one after another.
At this moment, the finger of the god finally reacted, and the altar suddenly cracked, the talismans on it flew up, and at the same time, a powerful aura exploded from under the altar.
But this situation lasted for less than two breaths, and the magnetic field of heaven and earth suddenly changed dramatically.
Immediately afterwards, the dungeon above, which was strong enough to withstand the peak martial arts sect, was violently broken through by a force, and a force that was like the power of heaven but with a strong aura of death came crashing down.
This force directly bombarded the finger of the god, suppressing the finger of the god.
The fingers of the gods trembled violently, as if they wanted to get rid of the control of this power, but they couldn't do it at all.
"Gong Weiquan, hurry up, sacrifice quickly, as long as you sacrifice, this mysterious power will definitely not be able to stop the fingers of the gods."
Yu Jingfeng's forehead was dripping with cold sweat and he roared.
While speaking, he took off Gong Weiquan's chains and shackles on his hands, but he still had shackles on his feet.
When he reached the altar, Gong Weiquan did not approach immediately.
Before, Gong Weiquan would not have dared to go against Yu Jingfeng's words, after all, his family was in the hands of the Iron Blood Alliance, but now, he has seen an opportunity.
Every time the Iron Blood Alliance uses the Finger of the Gods, it must mean that the Iron Blood Alliance is in crisis.
It's just an ordinary crisis, but now the hostile forces of the Iron Blood Alliance can actually suppress the Finger of God. In other words, the Iron Blood Alliance may not be able to survive this crisis.
If the Iron Blood Alliance is destroyed, his family will also be safe.
But on the contrary, if the Iron Blood Alliance was not destroyed in the end, his family would definitely be killed by him.
This is undoubtedly a difficult choice.
Suddenly, Gong Weiquan's eyes flickered.
"Um?"
Yu Jingfeng narrowed his eyes and cast a violent light, "Gong Weiquan, what are you waiting for? Don't forget that your family is in the hands of our Iron Blood Alliance."
It would have been better if he didn't say it. If he hadn't said it, Gong Weiquan would have continued to hesitate. But when he said it, his bossy attitude instantly aroused the anger in Gong Weiquan's heart.
"Even a young boy dares to sit on my head and shit. If I don't gamble once, I will die. I won't be able to face my ancestors in the underworld."
Gong Weiquan made a sudden decision.
No one wants to die, especially someone who is wantonly insulted and forced to die. Now that he has the opportunity, if he doesn't fight, he will feel sorry for himself.