My baby is gone again

Chapter 14 Witch Ghost Sect

The moon is dark and the wind is high.

Two ghost monks are flying in the night with a magic weapon made of human skin.

Lu Xuan and Cheng Lingzhu concealed their breath and followed behind them.

"As a Nascent Soul cultivator, when he came to a mortal country, he had to disguise himself and steal people and treasures."

Lu Xuan communicated with Cheng Lingzhu through sound transmission.

Reminiscent of the injuries of the two, it is easy to infer that there is another force chasing and killing them, and the two dare not make a big show of it.

"These two people's aura is vain, and their mana is mixed. They are not disciples of the great sect."

Cheng Lingzhu said.

Lu Xuan looked at the backs of the two weak Nascent Soul cultivators, and nodded in agreement.

There are still differences in combat effectiveness between monks of the same realm.

Affected by the level of cultivation skills, the mana quality of the top immortal disciples can be said to be very different from that of casual cultivators.

This is not counting the assistance of cultivation resources such as natural materials, earthly treasures, rare medicines, etc.

Otherwise, the patriarch of Daoyan Sect would not have racked his brains to steal teachers from various sects.

After a stick of incense.

The human-skin magic weapon slowed down and landed near a cliff.

Two men in black jumped off the magic weapon, and one of them was carrying Chu Han, the crown prince of Dongping Kingdom, who had already been knocked out.

The other person looked around vigilantly and took out a token after confirming that no one was following him.

There is a cave in front of the cliff, and there is a formation in it to block the hidden breath. The Nascent Soul monk opened it with a token and entered it one after another.

after awhile.

The air twisted slightly, and the figures of Lu Xuan and Cheng Lingzhu emerged.

The entrance of the cave is gray, as if covered with a layer of mist, which is the formation shield here.

Lu Xuan stretched out his hand a little, a ray of light lit up from his fingertips, and the shield quietly melted.

"Walk."

Lu Xuan waved his hand.

Cheng Lingzhu nodded, followed behind him, and entered the cave.

………………

The space in the cave is narrow, and only one person can pass through.

After traveling for dozens of miles, it suddenly became clear.

The exit of this cave is located in a huge valley.

In the center of the valley is a black round altar.

The diameter of the altar was more than a hundred feet, and there were many men in black standing around it. There were thousands of people, all of whom were cultivated.

Twelve Jingguans were piled up on the altar, all of which were built with human heads, and a square altar was built in the center.

There were three men in black standing in front of the altar, facing many men in black.

The two on the left and right were the Nascent Soul Ghost Cultivator who kidnapped Chu Han tonight, and the man standing between them seemed to be the leader of the group.

"The ancestral witch bone plates have been gathered, and tonight is the time for the rise of my Wugui sect!"

The leader has a powerful voice and profound magic power, and he is a monk in the late Yuanying period.

He held a bone plate in his hand, which seemed to be spliced ​​together from several broken bones.

The head of the Wugui Sect respectfully placed the bone plate in the center of the altar, and then the three Nascent Soul cultivators took out their daggers and cut them on their own wrists without hesitation.

Blood gurgled, spilled on the square altar, soaked the black bone plate, and flowed down the groove of the altar.

The surface of the round altar is also engraved with blood grooves, outlining fine lines, which is the formation text on the altar.

The blood flowed, filling the grooves of the patterns, until the blood patterns connected the twelve Beijing Temples with the central altar, and the three black-clothed people stopped, their faces turning pale.

What they release is not ordinary blood, but the blood of monks, which contains the essence, even in the Nascent Soul realm, it is too much to bear.

However, all three of them showed fanaticism on their faces.

The head of the Wugui Sect knelt down on the ground, reciting a strange sacrificial oration.

The others also knelt down in unison, following the head of the Wugui Sect, making obscure and awkward sacrificial sounds.

The blood on the altar squirmed, and traces of blood radiated from the twelve capitals and merged into the square altar. The black bone plate wrapped in blood unexpectedly floated.

A strong wind suddenly blew up inside the altar, and the Sect Master of the Wugui Sect let out a low shout, and the disciples below had blood gushing out from their bodies, all rushing towards the black bone plate.

The ancestral witch bone plate glowed, and a group of weak consciousness was born from the bone plate, and began to grow gradually.

As soon as this consciousness appeared, there was an extremely wild and desolate atmosphere, as if something existed, and it was coming from the ancient times across a long period of time.

The blood energy of thousands of Witch and Ghost Sect disciples gathered into a giant of blood mist, with a huge body, as if it could stand upright.

The head of the Wugui Sect was trembling uncontrollably, with a frenzied look on his face, mixed with uncontrollable joy:
"Quick, quick, bring that mortal prince up!"

A figure was thrown in front of the altar, it was Chu Han, Prince of Dongping Kingdom.

Chu Han had already woken up, and the moment he opened his eyes, he saw the scene of such a barbaric sacrifice, and was frightened to death.

This is different from the immortal cultivation he imagined!

What about cultivating the mind and character, being at ease?

Chu Han closed his eyes in despair, ready to accept the arrival of death.

Unexpectedly, the blood mist giant didn't even look at him, and stretched out his huge palm to grab it, but grabbed the suzerain of the Wugui sect in his hand.

"Zu Wu, Zu Wu!"

The head of the Wugui Sect realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly shouted loudly, trying to communicate with the blood mist giant.

It's a pity that such measures are useless. The existence called "ancestral witch" threw the suzerain of the Wugui sect into its mouth like eating jelly beans.

How can the flesh and blood of ordinary mortals compare to that of a Nascent Soul cultivator?

The remaining two Witch Ghost Sect cultivators turned pale with fright, urging their mana to fly away, the blood mist giant reached out and grabbed them, doing the same thing, and also swallowed the two of them into its mouth.

The three Nascent Soul cultivators ate their stomachs, and the body of the blood mist giant also solidified a little bit. He stepped forward, opened his mouth and screamed——

The bodies of thousands of Witch Ghost Sect monks exploded, turning into a blood mist, and the traces of blood gathered and rushed towards the giant.

However, these qi and blood are still too little.

The blood mist giant urgently needed more blood food. He looked into the distance, and there was a big city there. He sensed the abundant power of flesh and blood in it, so he wanted to walk there.

However, two figures stood in front of him.

Lu Xuan hung the Dao sword from his waist, and stood there with his feet apart.

Cheng Lingzhu followed beside him, his momentum a bit weak.

She was pulled over by Lu Xuanqiang.

The cooldown of the patriarch's spirit was not good enough, Cheng Lingzhu felt that he should retreat first.

But Lu Xuan said he could beat it.

This confused Cheng Lingzhu——

In the dead city, Lu Xuan said he could fight.

In Yanshui City, Lu Xuan also said that he could fight.

Now meeting the powerful existence sacrificed by Wu Guizong, Lu Xuan still said he could fight.

What kind of secret treasure is he carrying, why does it seem like it can't be used up?
This man is too long, right?
Lu Xuan raised his hand calmly, signaling Cheng Lingzhu to hide behind him.

My heart is very emotional.

Many years ago, when he was with Master, he was the one who hugged Cheng Hongtan's thigh.

Today, he has also grown into a towering tree that can shelter from the wind and rain.

(End of this chapter)