leonardwarren Chapter 112
Chapter 112
Chapter 112
Chapter 112 Sacrifice
“somebody is coming.”
Song Wudao, who was pill refining in Musheng Building, suddenly changed his expression.
The speed of the hand-made tactics quickly accelerated, and the fire became more violent.
In less than a moment, a few round golden Medicine Pill rushed out of the Nine Spirit Celestial Furnace.
Song Wudao took the shot to smooth out the vision that had just begun to show signs.
The power of his soul diffused into the sky, observing several figures coming.
Among the seven figures, there was one that he was quite familiar with.
It was Luo Yu’s Master who discussed with Song Wudao more than ten days ago about how to deal with pill recipe Shi Elder.
On the horizon, several powerful figures approached, and suddenly the one in the middle stopped.
“Pulse Master, what’s the matter?” Shi Elder asked, looking at the strong, cold and beautiful woman next to her.
The woman’s expression was slightly condensed, as if thinking, as if she was feeling something.
In the Musheng Building, Song Wudao’s expression moved.
“Did this pulse master discover my soul prying, or was it a vision created during pill refining?”
“Biluotianmen is really strong as a cloud.”
After running the Dao Zun-level secret technique that he had signed in to obtain, and hiding his own figure, Song Wudao sighed.
Biluotianmen, after all, is a super power in the Flame Region of the God Realm. Although there have been signs of decline in recent years, it is not comparable to that of the ordinary Sect family.
After a short while, a few feet away from the Daozhong formation, the slender woman who was called the pulse master shook her head.
“nothing.”
Several people continued to move forward, through the large array of tombstones, and walked deep.
Behind the Mai Master, the Tao Yun on Elder’s body with the sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks fluctuated very vaguely, and it seemed to be transmitting the voice to several other Elders.
The pulse master’s eyes, which were still low and narrow just now, turned, and the glints looked like eternal ice, which made Tian Elder’s body chill.
Tian Elder didn’t speak any more consciously, lowered his head slightly, and walked forward with everyone.
Hill-like tombs fell behind the seven, and they walked quietly.
The pulse master’s face that has not changed all the year round like an iceberg has changed slightly.
A layer of sadness emerged, but no one saw it because of walking in the forefront.
Finally, the seven reached their destination.
In front of a very tall tomb, the powerful Daoyun aura lingered.
Seven figures stood quietly, and in front of them was a huge old stone tablet with the words “Xuanxuan” engraved on it.
“Leave everything, you can quit.”
The main opening of the vein closest to the tomb.
Hearing the pulse master’s order, the other six Elders took out a glass of wine, placed them on the ground, and moved back.
Soon, several people withdrew from the big formation and came to the edge of the formation to chat.
“You said, is it really useful for the pulse master to do this?” The tall and square-faced Yan Elder said.
“I don’t know. Although there are legends that cultivators can come back from the dead, most Sects and families have built mounds.”
“But who knows how difficult it is? It’s just a thought.” Hua Elder said next to him.
Next to the two, Shi Elder shook his head with emotion.
“Yes.”
“It’s a pity that the Profound Dao Venerable Sky was so powerful back then. The Life and Death Sky Eye, one of the Nine Great Dao Eyes, was undefeated against the Divine King, but he finally fell.”
“No, if Dao Zun lived from ten thousand years ago to the present, he may have broken through to the king’s realm.”
“The one channel of our land will definitely become the first of the four channels, which is like now, at the bottom.” Yan Elder said, seeming to be very dissatisfied with the current situation.
“Hey, I hope that the pulse master can do what he wants. This is the tenth time I have summoned the Profound Dao Venerable Sky.”
…
Inside the Taoist Tomb, in front of the tombstone of the Tianxuan Dao Zun, a beautiful figure took out a white jade bowl after the six Elders had left.Seeing no movement, a slit gradually appeared on her slender and white wrist.
Yin Hong’s crystal drops of blood dripped, gathered into a thread, dripped into the white jade bowl, and filled it up.
The wound on the woman’s wrist healed automatically, restoring the former whiteness and flawlessness.
“rise.”
A crisp voice jumped out of her mouth, like two transparent ice colliding, sweet and cold.
Following the woman’s order, the liquor left by the seven Elders when they left flew into the sky from their respective containers, and then slowly poured down in front of the tombstone.
In the white jade bowl full of blood in front of Mai Master, the blood began to decrease inexplicably.
A series of weird tactics appeared between the palms of the master’s fingers, pulsating, and outlined some ancient ritual.
An irresistible sense of mystery permeated the scene, and the ancient singing was born in the void, seeming to have come to this world through an extremely remote time.
“Youxi, soulxi.”
“Fantastic, dazed.”
“There is no way to the road, it is better to go home…”
Between the sky and the earth, it was like a great road shaking, and the faint roar sounded in the sky, turning the white clouds into a mess.
The sun and the moon rotate, alternating day and night.
A day later, there was still no breath in the mountain-like grave.
A look of disappointment appeared on the woman’s face.
After sighing silently for a while, she finally turned around and walked outside the formation.
When she reached the edge of formation, the expression on her face once again seemed to be frozen by eternal ice, without any emotion.
“Pulse Master.”
The six Elder cupped hands on the side of the formation shouted respectfully.
“Let’s go.”
The Lord Mai replied, and then the seven people left in a flash.
In the Musheng Building, Song Wudao felt all this, showing a bit of a daze.
“Is it over? This sacrifice lasted one day and one night.”
“I don’t know what the pulse master did.”
He pondered for a moment, then shook his head.
The sacrifice is over, he doesn’t need to think too much.
However, that night, a mysterious breath fell in the mound.
In front of the tall tombstones, the misty gray mist began to condense, flowing between the tombs, becoming more and more dense.
Finally, the entire mound was covered by gray mist.
In the empty cemetery, a series of white rugged figures floated out of thin air, slowly wandering to the same place.
At this moment, one of the unusually solid figures stopped suddenly and looked back somewhere.
That direction is where the Mai Master sacrifices.
The nameless old song sounded again, floating in the air, vast and melancholy, as if hiding great indignation.
“Soul…”
“Ming Xi…”
“The soul is back!”
There was a bang, as if there was a thunderstorm. Apart from Song Wudao’s perception of this voice, everyone in the Biluotianmendi line was ignorant.
After a long while, the gray mist in the mound cleared away, and a dry and gray hand came out from the tomb.
Then there was a man, an old man with a shabby face, all dust and stolen goods, and wearing rags.
In the empty mound, the old man was dead, half of his eyes barely opened, like a lifeless clay puppet.
His mouth kept opening and closing, always muttering some words, ignorantly, and walked in the direction of Song Wudao.
“who am I……”
“Where am I going…”
“I…thirsty, thirsty, thirsty!”