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    Two days later, in the center of a huge, cold cemetery, scattered bones and rotten corpses of various creatures were scattered on the ground. It stretched for an unknown number of miles, but they were all neatly swept away to a distance of 5,000 feet, forming a huge circle.  space.  On the dark black land in the center, a huge altar with a height of more than ten feet was erected.  The golden iron-wood frame beneath the altar alone is three feet high. There are three large cauldrons placed side by side on it. The pale green sacrificial fire burns more than ten feet high. Each one is about ten feet thick. Looking from a distance, it looks like three cauldrons.  Green pillar of fire.  A dozen monks stood next to the altar. Most of the monks held bags in their hands and used their spiritual thoughts to grab a lot of ghosts and other spiritual bodies from them and threw them into the three cauldrons.  Those ghosts are much more powerful than the similar ones at the altar in the dark forest. They are all showing their teeth and claws, terrifying and ferocious, exuding a cold and powerful aura. Even if they are caught by the monks, they are still struggling to fight back with all their strength.  Some ghosts can even emit physical sonic attacks and illusions, turning the area around the altar into a dense mess. All kinds of horrific scenes are mixed together, making them look indescribably weird.  However, the monks who caught them were obviously more powerful. Each of them was at the fourth level of psychic realm with indifferent expressions. No matter how arrogant the ghosts were, they were eventually suppressed by them with their spiritual thoughts and thrown into the altar miserably.  The nourishment delivered by the power of sacrifice.  There are many ghosts that are extremely resentful, with endless evil spirits and bloody auras. They are obviously beings who were killed alive. They cannot be freed even after they die. Instead, they become even more miserable sacrifices.  A few feet behind the three sacrificial cauldrons is a huge jade wall that is ten feet high and wide.  This jade wall seems to be hewn from a single piece of jade. It is snow-white and moist, reflecting a faint white luster in the dark night.  There is no flaw at all, it is a fine piece of magatama.  An old man with wrinkles on his face was using his hand as a pen to write all kinds of weird runes on the snow-white jade wall.  He wrote extremely seriously and carefully, and even beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, which seemed to be quite strenuous.  Next to him, stood a young man with a respectful expression, holding a silver basin in his hands, which was filled with a red liquid as thick as blood.  Provide the old man with paint, pen and ink.  This blood-red pen and ink paint was still dripping with blood when it was first written, but as each rune was completed, it immediately became dark and then shimmered.  Scattered a strange light.  As more and more runes are written, the entire jade wall seems to be undergoing strange changes.  Those runes seemed to flow.  Changes occur from time to time.  With these changes, the ghosts who were thrown into the cauldron seemed to become more and more painful, screaming desperately but unable to make any sound, and could only sink and lose themselves in the fire.  There are also three middle-aged monks, who are constantly picking out spells in their hands and muttering something in their mouths.  The jade wall is blessed with inexplicable power.  The whole scene seemed gloomy, dignified, and very strange.  Finally, the runes were painted on the last corner of the jade wall, and the wrinkled old man breathed a sigh of relief.  He stopped moving and reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead, completely ignoring the blood on his fingers that was smeared all over his face.  "Congratulations, Elder Fang, for completing another altar." The young man holding the blood basin said with a smile.  Elder Fang raised his dimmed eyes, but there was no look of joy on his face. Instead, he sighed: "Completing three medium-sized altars in ten days also consumed most of my energy. If I write like this  If I go down, it will really kill me." He turned around and stared at the straight green flames of the three huge cauldrons.  As the runes on the jade wall were completed, the green flames in the three cauldrons also changed, completely intersecting, spiraling like a knot into an extremely thick green pillar of fire, rising straight into the sky.  At this time, the three middle-aged monks holding the magic weapon also stopped moving and silently walked to stand behind Elder Fang.  "You are getting stronger with age." The young man holding the blood basin said respectfully, "Among all the fifth-level elders with peripheral supernatural powers in our Zhenhaiyuan family, you are the fastest in building altars. When all three hundred and sixty-one medium-sized altars are completed,  , our blood branch will definitely be personally rewarded by the ancestor." Elder Fang showed a hint of fatigue in his eyes, and said lightly: "I hope so, in fact, I would rather not build this" He said this,  Suddenly he realized something, he didn't say anything anymore, he just shook his head.  The young man didn¡¯t notice anything strange about him. He just looked at the increasingly blazing flames of the altar with excitement, and said in a daze: "Elder Fang, you said that when all the altars are completedAt that time, that person will really be summoned from another world" "Shut up!  Elder Fang suddenly interrupted him sternly, "Can you say this?"  "The young man was so surprised that he even dropped the blood basin in his hand. With a bang, blood splashed out everywhere. His face was pale, and he even knelt on the ground in desperation: "Elder Fang, forgive me.  The subordinate just said something casually and never meant it.  "Elder Fang's expression softened a little: "Get up, remember, your task is only to assist me in building the altar. Regarding the role of the altar, not only you, but also me" He suddenly couldn't continue talking at this point.  , his eyes were staring straight ahead, his face became shocked. An old man with blood-colored eyes was walking slowly towards the altar with a smile. The Yin Qi in the graveyard was attracted by his breath, and unexpectedly.  It turned into countless cyclones. A half-life ghost gradually emerged from the center of each cyclone. When it approached the old man with blood-red eyes, it immediately disappeared as if being attracted. "Who is it?"  This is the main altar of the Zhen Haiyuan family. Fellow Taoist, please stop.  " Before Elder Fang could say anything, some monks had already noticed something was wrong. Two monks with the fourth level of magical power immediately surrounded him and shouted in a deep voice. This old man was quite strange. When he came to the altar, no one could notice it. Therefore, the two magical powers  The fourth-level monks also spoke more restrainedly. If they realized that the opponent's cultivation level was lower than theirs, they would have killed him long ago. The old man with blood-colored eyes chuckled and stopped walking: "I need a powerful spirit urgently, please."  Fellow Taoists, please do it for your convenience.  If you form a good relationship, what you take today will be returned twice as much in the future.  " Everyone suddenly changed their colors. The old man said it politely, but in fact he came to rob them. Those ghosts are extremely precious sacrifices, which were collected by everyone with hard work. If they were given to the old man, what would they use to support the altar? " Seeking death!  "The two monks with the fourth level of supernatural powers shouted loudly, and several extremely fierce thunderbolts flashed in the air and struck hard at the old man. Most of the monks from the original family have experienced life and death fights. They have good eyesight. Seeing that this old man dares to be alone.  To break into the medium-level altar, he must be a person with strong cultivation, so he went all out to attack. Xue Zhenzi's smile did not change and he continued to move forward. His speed was not fast, but he happened to pass by before the lightning strikes.  The bodies of the two fourth-level magical power cultivators were struck by thunder. They suddenly disappeared without leaving any trace on the ground. Their bodies remained stiff and motionless.  When Xue Zhenzi walked by, their bodies suddenly became very light, and then disappeared. There was no trace of their presence in the world anymore.  The two bags belonged to the two fourth-level magical monks. He looked at them and said with a smile: "It's a good spirit storage bag. There are so many ghosts in it, and the quality is very good.  "Everyone was shocked and angry when they saw that two powerful men with the fourth level of magical power disappeared from the world without even moving a hand. Elder Fang's pupils shrank sharply, and he suddenly shouted loudly: "Everyone, run away.  " He suddenly slapped the young man next to him hard and hit him hard on the back. The young man was at a loss when he suddenly flew up like a cloud and mist. In the blink of an eye, he was already submerged hundreds of feet away.  Among the clouds, the other fourth-level magical monks reacted very quickly, immediately setting up their escape lights and flying in different directions in a tacit manner, while Elder Fang roared.  , and rushed towards Xia Chen fiercely. In the air, his body suddenly grew rapidly, and in the blink of an eye he had turned into a giant several feet tall. His skinny body was like an inflated balloon, stretching across the sky.  A small piece of sky, with boundless power, stamped hard on Xue Zhenzi. This kick locked the space within dozens of feet. No matter where Wuhu Zhenzi fled, he could not escape his attack.  Those companions fought for the maximum time to escape. Xue Zhenzi still did not stop, the smile on his face remained, and he did not even make any reaction. Suddenly, Elder Fang's eyes blurred, and he felt that Xue Zhenzi was no longer at his feet, and he was no longer there.  It was the earth, but a dark void. He was falling downwards involuntarily, but he couldn't control his body at all. His five senses disappeared in an instant. He couldn't see anything, couldn't hear anything, nothing.  There is no tangible thing that can be touched, no taste, nothing Only the feeling of loneliness, coldness, despair, and eternity comes,It was like a needle, pricking hard on the protection of his consciousness.  Elder Fang couldn't help but scream loudly, feeling that he was about to collapse. He tried to use the method of tranquility to get himself into meditation, but he couldn't be as calm as water.  Those negative emotions poured into his heart like a tide, and they continued endlessly in his mind until his eyes went black and he finally knew nothing.  The young man was hiding in the clouds, not daring to move. He covered his mouth, lest he let out any breath, and just watched in horror as Xue Zhenzi stepped over the motionless Elder Fang. ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????.  Those flying escaping lights, no matter how far they flew, were like annihilated candles, annihilating one after another, just like the two fourth-level magical monks before, they evaporated directly into this world.  Only the storage bags and spirit storage bags on their waists flew towards the altar out of thin air and were caught in Xue Zhenzi's hands.  Soon, only Xue Zhenzi was left in front of the altar.  He slowly climbed onto the wooden frame and stared at the condensed green flames. Suddenly he laughed in a low voice. The laughter was like a demon from hell, hitting the young man's racing heart heavily: "I, Bloody Makoto,  A powerful seventh-level magical monk will definitely collect all the needed souls. "Xue Zhenziseventh-level magical power the young man remembered these two most critical words with difficulty, turned around carefully, and silently set up.  The light escaped, flying farther and farther, and finally disappeared into the dark sky.
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