Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

Chapter 1893 Sacrifice! (3 more)
In a dark and deep grotto.

The bright flames elongated swaying shadows in the grotto. Could it be that there was a dry and hot breeze mixed with the smell of sand and dust.

In the Western Wilderness, except for the oasis, there is only this endless yellow sand in other places.

"Roar!--"

"Roar!!--"

Outside the grotto, there were continuous bursts of creepy roars, like wild beasts, but more terrifying than the screams of wild beasts.

In front of the fire, sat a man in a black voluminous robe, with a hideous ghost mask on his face. He could only be identified as an old man by the gray beard exposed from under the mask.

The old man seemed to be in a daze, sitting next to the fire, and there were yin and yang fish floating in his eyes.

If Ling Feng were here, he would definitely be able to recognize that this is the unique pattern of the God of Heaven in the Eye of the Son of Heaven!
And the identity of this old man is also ready to be revealed.

When he was in the Tianlan Sea Territory, it was this old man who gave Ling Feng a thunder ball, so that he could finally kill the Xuntian clan.

And afterward, it was only with his help that Ling Feng refined the fire poison of Xuntian Zhihuo, and promoted his own Flame Swallowing to the fourth level!

However, what Ling Feng didn't know was that it was this old man who gave Lin Canglang the "Tianmo Wangqing Jue"!
The eyes of the old man in black gleamed with light, a cloud of light gradually condensed into shape, and the light dissipated, revealing a familiar face.

Lin Canglang!
It was Lin Canglang who had long since died!
However, this Lin Canglang didn't have any look in his eyes, nor any mood swings, just like a marionette.

Then, another figure appeared. This time, even Yan Jinghong was "reborn" again.

Similarly, this Yan Jinghong is just a puppet.

It's just that these two people exude the purest demonic aura, and it seems that they are no longer human beings.

"Practice "Heavenly Demon Wangqing Jue" in one day, condense the magic wheel of the seven emotions, and be controlled by the magic eyes of the seven emotions, life after life, even if the body dies, the soul will be imprinted, and I will be enslaved forever. Hehe, it is ridiculous that people in the world are seeking strength. , by any means! This world is like this!"

The black-robed old man muttered to himself, seeming to be laughing and laughing at himself.

"Uh……"

A low groan came from the depths of the grotto. It was the voice of a woman, who seemed to have just woken up.

The woman couldn't help but struggled a bit, only to find that she was tied to a huge stone pillar with a special kind of rope wrapped around her body, no matter how much she exploded her energy, she couldn't untie the shackles at all.

Her complexion changed drastically. She was already in the realm of a great emperor, but she couldn't break free from a rope that seemed only as thick as a finger?
"There's no need to struggle anymore, even a saint-level powerhouse can't break free from this dragon-binding rope, so why should you work in vain."

The old man in black robe didn't look back, but he seemed to have insight into everything. His voice didn't sound fierce, but there was a hint of kindness on the contrary.

"It's you!"

Tuoba Yan frowned, trying to recall the memories before he was brought here.

She thought that after she and Ling Feng separated in Luohe City, she went all the way to Huangduan Mountain.

However, this journey was not peaceful, and she encountered many blood spirit corpses besieging her.

With her strength, she was naturally not afraid of blood spirit corpses, but she also knew that these blood spirit corpses could still be revived, so she didn't kill them.

However, when she finally arrived at Huangduan Mountain, she found that all her clansmen had already turned into blood corpses, and they were basically high-level blood corpses.

From this, it can be seen that Huangduan Mountain is the source of this outbreak of blood spirit corpses!
Tuobayan, who was burning with rage, wished to have Li Qingling skinned and cramped right away, but before she could find Li Qingling, he felt as if someone had hit the back of his head, and then passed out. When he woke up, And here it is.

However, the next moment, what shocked Tuobayan even more was that there were still two people standing beside the black-robed old man.

Two people who shouldn't exist in this world.

Yan Jinghong!
Lin Canglang!
How did they "resurrect from the dead" again?

It stands to reason that they should have all died in Ling Feng's hands, and their bodies and spirits were all destroyed!

Then, on a stone pillar next to her, she saw another woman who was tied up.

This woman is none other than Lin Xian'er!
Or in other words, Duanmu Xian'er.

"Xian'er! Xian'er!"

Tuobayan yelled several times, but Lin Xian'er didn't respond at all, but fortunately, her breathing was very steady, as if she was just asleep.

"Who the hell are you!"

Tuoba Yan stared at the black-robed old man, the aura emanating from the old man was so strong that it was almost suffocating.

What level of powerhouse is that?
Holy class?

Or, above the holy level?
"It's not important." The voice of the black-robed old man was still flat and soft, "However, since you have appeared, then he should be here soon. A grand sacrifice will be held soon, and you, will It will be a great honor to be a sacrifice!"

"Get a good night's sleep."

The voice of the black-robed old man seemed to have a special power, almost like an instruction from a god.

Tuoba Yan was obviously full of anger and wished to cut this person into pieces, but after the words of the black-robed old man, he felt drowsy, and fell asleep completely within a short while.

After a while, outside the grotto, a person strode in, holding a black magic sword in his right hand, it was Li Qingling, the Blood Sword Heavenly Lord.

At this moment, Li Qingling was almost completely devoured by the demonic sword. Half of his body was covered with terrifying black tentacles. His entire face was covered with scales and barbs. A pair of huge wings.

He is no longer human, but a disgusting monster.

However, one can vaguely tell from his figure and eyes that this person is Li Qingling.

"My lord, Ling Feng has indeed come. He is already approaching the area of ​​Jinsha Town. Do you want the subordinates to meet him?"

Li Qingling looked at the black-robed old man with a look of fear on his face.

Even though he has that powerful magic sword, even though his heart has been completely demonized, bloodthirsty, brutal, but in front of this black-robed old man, he is as docile as a sheep.

The strength of this old man seems to no longer belong to this world.

He is a god-like existence.

"Go."

The old man in black robe flicked his finger, threw a dark golden pill, and said indifferently: "When necessary, take this blood god golden pill, and your strength will increase tenfold!"

"Thank you Lord!"

A look of joy flashed in the eyes of the Blood Sword Heavenly Monarch, he put away the pill, looked up to the sky and laughed wildly: "Please rest assured, my lord, this time Ling Feng will definitely die!"

After finishing speaking, Li Qingling's bloody wings trembled behind him, and he flew out of the grotto.

The old man in black robe, with star-like eyes, neither joy nor sorrow, without the slightest emotional fluctuation, just muttered to himself: "Ling Feng, I hope you don't let me down!"

(End of this chapter)