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Chapter 385 An Qisheng's Sigh(2/2)

What are you doing in the world, what are you doing?

Aww ~

The roar of existence echoed from the mountains.

Ning Yudao's face twitched, his eyes showed a ruthless look:

"It's you who want to pursue it relentlessly, it's you who want to die..."

Huh ~

As soon as he brushed his sleeves, blood-colored candles lit up in the cave.

The red candlelight shook and reflected the appearance of the cave.

This is a huge cave, no, it can even be called an underground palace. The candles and fires spread in two directions until the distance, and it was more than a hundred feet wide. The faint blood lamps hanging on it were twenty feet above the ground.

In the huge cave, there are mural reliefs everywhere, and in the middle, there is a mottled altar surrounded by eight Yin snakes.

The altar covers an area of ​​hundreds of feet and is surrounded by hideous runes, all of which are dark red. It seems to be hollowed out by the same material. In a vague way, you can feel the silence of resentment and bad luck under it.

Looking at the altar, awe appeared on Ning Yu's face.

This altar is an altar left by Yi Xiedao. It has the power of ghosts and gods. Anyone who offers sacrifices can get what you want.

More than ten years ago, he and a group of people came to this mountain. He was the first to discover the magical use of this altar. He used dozens of people who were walking with him as sacrifices in exchange for the evil deeds of the Seven Emotions.

He was a casual cultivator and could reach this level in just over ten years without anyone's guidance. He relied on this altar.

At the same time, this altar is also the formation center that covers the mountains here.

Buzz ~

As Ning Yudao stood on the altar, waves of red mist appeared around him, and at the same time, the whisper of a devil seemed to sound in his ears.

All the distracting thoughts in his heart boiled.

The ghosts also rushed out of his body, making happy and pleasant laughter.

"I really want to take this place for myself..."

"There are more than 2,000 people in this mountain, and they torture them one by one, wouldn't it be better?"

"No, don't you, have you forgotten to warn? But, the pigs raised in the altar..."

......

The six ghosts were yelling endlessly.

Ning Yudao ignored it. Ning Xin was calm and felt the formation, and wanted to use the power of the formation to trap the dog demon who was chasing him to death.

Buzz ~

With Ning Yudao's actions, a picture seemed to appear in the misty red light.

"Finished?"

Ning Yudao's heart moved and he looked at the picture in the blood.

Frozen the flowing picture.

It was an evil and gloomy cave with a faint red light, full of hideous relief murals, and a dark red mottled altar.

At this moment, a young man in scholars was standing on the altar.

"That's me?"

Ning Yudao was stunned at first, then his heart was cold, he screamed and turned around to look, and the six ghosts roared shrillly.

I saw that only a few feet away from him, a Taoist in white was looking at the altar in a hurry and stretching out his hand to touch it from time to time.

And raised his shoulders and squatted a small yellow dog the size of a fist.

As if he noticed his gaze, the little yellow dog put down his licking paws and opened his mouth and screamed:

"Aowu~"

The sound of roaring is like thunder!

The sound waves that swept across the altar and cave, and the dust energy that swept out suddenly rushed towards all directions like a tide, causing the murals around to slam.

"That dog demon..."

Ning Yuzhen's expression changed wildly, and she was extremely shocked. She didn't know where she was chasing her all the way.

Before he could react, a bone-broken coldness came, Ning Yuzhen's body stiffened, like a frozen snake in the middle of winter, and his eyes seemed to be unable to move.

That was An Qisheng who looked at him.

"You like sacrifices?"

An Qisheng was neither happy nor angry, and he took a little bit of the altar.

Buzz ~

In Ning Yuzhen's extremely desperate eyes, the blood swelled up from the altar swallowed him up.

At the last moment, he heard the quiet and almost cold voice of the Taoist in white:
Chapter completed!
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