It wasn't until Fang Yu and Li Xiaomo walked into the hall that they saw many people standing on both sides of the hall, silently looking at a middle-aged man wearing a blue robe in the center of the hall.

The Taoist priest had his back to Fang Yu and Li Xiaomo, his head lowered, and he seemed to be reciting the incantation silently.

There was a table in front of him. On the table were some talismans, a bowl of blood, and a handful of hair.

Fang Yu frowned slightly when he saw the things placed on the table, feeling that he had seen them before.

Then, the Taoist priest suddenly moved, picked up a mahogany sword, and began to dance in the air, as if he was slashing something.

There was a shrill cry in the air.

Except for the Taoist priest and Fang Yu, everyone present was frightened by the voice and trembled.

Li Xiaomo, in particular, screamed and hugged Fang Yu's arm.

At this time, the Taoist priest suddenly turned around.

Seeing his face, Fang Yu's pupils shrank.

I saw that the Taoist priest was wearing a mask with a ghost face, and the eyes on the mask were glowing with a faint blue light.

This Taoist priest is from the Xuanming tribe!

Seeing Fang Yu, the Taoist priest wearing a grimace mask was also stunned for a moment.

He felt that the person in front of him looked familiar!

Immediately, he remembered the scene from his tribe member Ajiu before his death...

This person is the one who killed Ah Jiu!

"You've come just in time! First, lure the thousand-year-old soul to him and let him feel the pain of his soul being torn apart! Then kill him and absorb the thousand-year-old soul!"

With this thought in mind, the Taoist priest waved the mahogany sword in his hand and pointed it directly at Fang Yu!

Fang Yu felt a cold air coming from above his head, accompanied by a shrill scream.

He raised his head and saw only a wisp of black smoke.
Chapter completed!