Prehistoric Rebellion

Chapter 109 Blood sacrifice!
In normal times, an hour would not be too long, but facing the pursuit of an innate strong man, even a day and a night would be fleeting.However, Feng Wubing didn't say any more nonsense, he nodded and said in a deep voice: "So we've made a deal."

The old man waved his sleeves, and a huge force sent the young monk flying out of the gate of light, where he disappeared.

"Okay, the old man has already sent him away, don't worry, it's time to talk about business." The old man snorted again and said, "If you weren't for Jingchao's Feng Wubing, the old man would have sent him away a long time ago." If you slap him to death, how can you be presumptuous in front of this old man!"

Feng Wubing's heart sank, but he said proudly: "In this way, it must have something to do with Dajing, but you may be disappointed. I was not only disfavored, but also humiliated. Emperor Zhaowu treated me very well. I won't take it to heart, it seems that you are going to return without success."

Feng Wubing sneered, in his opinion, since the old man revealed his identity, he naturally wanted to get something from the Dajing imperial family, so it was just a scheming thing for the old man to catch him.

Unexpectedly, the old man laughed out loud instead, he pointed at Feng Wubing and sneered: "You are wrong, do you think that this seat wants to blackmail your Dajing royal family? Hmph! On Wutian Continent, this seat can do whatever it wants. What is there, how can I care about your mere dynasty! This old man even has a god-level Yuanjing, what can you Dajing have that can make this old man's heart beat!"

"Then what do you want to do, tell me quickly. Since I fall into your hands, I will naturally obey your orders." Feng Wubing frowned.

"You are wise!" The old man sneered several times: "I spare your life, and I promise you to let go of your companion, and you will find out later, but before that, you don't want to know what the god-level Yuanjing is. What's the matter?"

"Being able to give up a piece of god-level crystal that everyone in the world covets, must be a serious conspiracy. Anyway, it has already entered your ash. I am very interested to hear about it." Feng Wubing said.

The old man was very dissatisfied with Feng Wubing's indifferent appearance. He snorted softly, lowered his head and thought for a moment, then suddenly narrowed his eyes and said, "I changed my mind. Originally, I thought I could get some exact information from you." news, but the old man just woke up, maybe you don’t know anything, telling the old man is a waste of words!”

Feng Wubing frowned, he said with a cold face: "Of course I don't know anything, if I knew, I wouldn't come to snatch your god-level Yuanjing, I'll throw myself into the trap!"

But the old man said contemptuously: "I said you don't know anything. You really don't know anything, otherwise you wouldn't have answered like that. It seems that that person is indeed a ruthless person by nature. Regardless of whether you will be in danger in the future!"

"What are you talking about?" Feng Wubing was completely puzzled, he couldn't figure out what this old man who exuded a powerful aura but was strange was referring to.

The old man sneered and said, "What am I talking about? I mean it's because you are Liu Yiyi's son!"

boom!As if a thunderbolt struck Feng Wubing's heart, he stared at the old man incredulously, and became a little dazed for a moment.

The old man didn't speak, just stared at Feng Wubing and laughed endlessly.

A flash of light flashed across his eyes, Feng Wubing came back to his senses, he said in a hoarse voice: "Tell me, what does this matter have to do with my mother?"

The old man laughed loudly, looking crazy: "Of course it has something to do with her. I'm afraid you don't know her real identity yet!"

real identity?Feng Wubing was stunned, and then fell silent, quietly waiting for the old man to laugh enough, and then said coldly: "My mother was just a singer on a boat on the Weihuai River in Shangjing, how could she be so superior to you?" related to the innate warrior?"

"Hey! Diva? Sure enough, she has been hiding deep enough! No wonder the old man has been unable to find her all these years. Who would have imagined that a generation of saintesses on the mighty Martial Planet would live in the inner garden of the deep palace, willing to commit themselves to What about a mere emperor? Liu Yiyi, you are really powerful."

Hearing the old man's words, Feng Wubing felt turbulent and terrified.My own mother is a generation of saints on Wutian Planet!Was that delicate woman who was always frail and sickly in memory once a fairy who stood above hundreds of millions of people?Feng Wubing became dazed.

Looking at Feng Wubing's appearance, the old man sneered again and again: "Why don't you believe it? It's no wonder you couldn't believe it. Even the old man couldn't believe it when he knew it that day. It's just the fact. Liu Yiyi, as a saintess of my religion, The cultivation methods taught by me throughout the ages are incomparably noble. It’s a pity that Feng Xuankong doesn’t know how to cherish them, otherwise the current Dajing would not stop there!”

Suppressing the hesitation and horror in his heart, Feng Wubing calmed down immediately, he looked coldly at the old man's deep voice and said: "If that's the case, then what is your purpose?"

The old man snorted softly: "As a saint, Liu Yiyi betrayed my sect, she deserves to be punished! It's just that she was smart 20 years ago, she left immediately when she saw the situation was wrong, and hid herself, wanting to leave quietly, but was unexpectedly caught When I realized it, I finally seriously injured her and crippled her martial arts. Although she is dead now, her son is still there, and what she didn't complete back then will fall on your head! Hehehehe... "

Feng Wubing's heart was beating wildly, his keen innate spiritual sense made him notice a trace of conspiracy approaching him, and he asked calmly, "What did my mother not do back then?"

The old man suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed wildly. His eyes were flickering with crazy light, cold and gloomy, and he uttered two words: "Blood sacrifice!"

"Blood Sacrifice!" Feng Wubing was terrified, at this moment he couldn't maintain his calm state of mind, and his heart was agitated.

Blood sacrifice is a ritual of worshiping gods. Generally speaking, five animals are sacrificed for sacrifice. However, there is also a blood sacrifice called red sacrifice, which is sacrificed with the blood of already born people, which is extremely cruel.

Up to this moment, Feng Wubing finally guessed the whole story of the incident, and also knew the purpose of the old man, so his eyes could not help but sink.

"You want to use my body to perform a blood sacrifice!" Feng Wubing had a gloomy face, exuding a cold aura all over his body.

"Hey hey hey, the answer is correct." The old man stared at Feng Wubing with a fanatical gaze as if looking at his beloved baby.

"Why me?" Feng Wubing asked coldly.

"The old man said it just now, because you are Liu Yiyi's son. All members of the Liu family are obliged to sacrifice their lives and perform blood sacrifices with the secret method I taught." The old man finally told the truth.

A sneer appeared on the corner of Feng Wubing's mouth: "But my surname is Feng, not Liu, and my imperial grandfather is Feng Tianran!"

Hearing this, the old man frowned and said: "Is the wind natural? The old man knows him. Speaking of which, the old man admires him a little. He is also considered a generation of wizards. He can be promoted to Xiantian within a hundred years, which is much better than the old man. It's just that he just can't do it." He has been promoted to Xiantian for three years, and he is the weakest among many innate strongmen. Boy, he can't save you, so I advise you to stop thinking about it! So what about your surname Feng! You are Liu Yiyi's son, and you are also flowing Her blood, you are enough! Hahahaha..."

Staring at the laughing old man, Feng Wubing's heart sank to the bottom!

In a hut, Feng Wubing closed his eyes tightly, looked inside secretly, and continuously circulated the golden elixir in his body. The golden elixir rotated rapidly, and streams of true energy circulated throughout his body, boiling like hot water, burning his whole body. .

Feng Wubing is using his kung fu with all his strength, trying to break the shackles, achieve the innate realm, and there may be a day of escape.

Sweat dripped down on the ground, Feng Wubing's face was pale, he opened his mouth and spewed out a big puddle of blood, draining all the strength from his body.

"Isn't it possible?" Feng Wubing smiled wryly in his heart, "It seems that I was too eager for success. In my previous life, I was just a disciple who had just started, and because of my grandfather, I had to teach the technique of refining qi and transforming gods. Now that I lack the following exercises, what should I do!"

Feng Wubing knew that his "Taixuan Jing" could only be cultivated to the peak of refining qi and transforming gods. Without the second half of the scriptures, his cultivation could only be stuck at the stage of refining qi and transforming gods. Can't improve.

"For the current plan, the only way to understand the way of heaven is to follow the context of the "Taixuan Sutra" and understand the truth of the great way handed down by the sages. Maybe one day I will be able to complete the follow-up part of the "Taixuan Sutra". But understanding the way of heaven says It's easy, but it's easier said than done?" Feng Wubing felt a bitter taste in his heart. In his previous life, he was dedicated to the Tao, longing to ascend to immortality and seek eternal life. Unexpectedly, the world made people, and he came here by accident. , I finally cultivated to this point, but I was stuck, and now I was involved in a terrifying conspiracy, life and death were out of my control, the feeling of it was really indescribable.

When he was losing his mind, suddenly a thunderbolt sounded from his mind, deafening his ears and shaking his whole body!

Feng Wubing was shocked, and saw that the sword embryo in Niwan Palace exuded a faint aura, deep and distant, ethereal and infinite!A kind of enlightenment came to my mind: "That's right, the road to seeking the Tao is so difficult and the way is vast, how can it be so easy to prove it? You must have a persistent and never shrinking heart before you can face difficulties and break the barriers of nature. Although I am in the enemy's camp now, I just encountered a small setback. How can I feel sorry for myself here? The road ahead must be more severe than the present, and now it is just a doom on my path of cultivation. enter!"

Feng Wubing stood up suddenly, his eyes bursting with brilliance: "Then come on, I want to see if your so-called blood sacrifice can do nothing to win me! I have the luck of the Dajing Dragon Vein, and I have an innate talent I don't believe in the sword embryo that came out, with this protection, a mere blood sacrifice can hurt my life!"

Feng Wubing was no longer confused and panicked, he got rid of his inner demons, his state of mind improved a lot in an instant, and his understanding of the Dao deepened a little, which was even more joyful in his heart.

Push open the door, go out, take a breath of fresh air, come to the central stone table and sit down safely, feel at ease!

In a palace not far from the hut, the surprised look on the face of the old man with the blood-red beard flashed across: "It seems that the old man underestimated this kid, he is indeed a descendant of Liu Yiyi, if this firm heart can Join my teaching, and my teaching will be able to have another master in the future. Unfortunately, he has no spiritual roots, so he can only stop here for life. However, he is still useful. After the blood sacrifice, I will absorb the god-level crystal, and then I will definitely be able to Let me directly cultivate to the peak of the god level, Wutian Academy and the three great families, you wait for me, the Holy Cult will never be soft on traitors!"

A month later, Feng Wubing was practicing in his room when the old man suddenly appeared in front of him and knocked him out.

When Feng Wubing woke up, he was already on a tall altar, the altar was already made of marble, with a radius of hundreds of feet, suspended high in the air.In the center of it, a statue of a majestic middle-aged man stands on it, lifelike, just like the rebirth of a real person, a monstrous domineering aura rushes towards the face, taking people's hearts away!
Feng Wubing suppressed the shock in his heart, looked at the old man under the statue, feeling a wave of surprise in his heart.

At this time, the old man was full of piousness, knelt on the ground, bowed nine times to the statue, and then opened his mouth and said: "The patriarch is here, disciple Guangming Shengjiao No. 30 second-generation disciple Jing Xuanyang worshiped the patriarch, my teacher is unfortunate. Years ago, Wutian Academy and the three major families colluded with the traitor Liu Yiyi, not only killing countless disciples of my teaching, but also wounding the Supreme Master, so that the Supreme Master's vitality was severely injured and he had to retreat to heal his wounds. Now the holy religion is declining and there are few talents. My holy religion has never experienced a catastrophe in thousands of years, and my disciples are terrified and blamed themselves. For the prosperity of my religion, today's disciples will perform holy sacrifices, and I hope the patriarch will show mercy!"

Jing Xuanyang bowed three more times, then stood up, stared at the stunned Feng Wubing, and said coldly: "Boy, 20 years ago because of that bitch Liu Yiyi made my holy religion so weak, today I want to use you Essence and blood pay homage to the supreme patriarch of my holy religion, and rejuvenate the glory of my holy religion!"

After saying that, Jing Xuanyang stretched out his curved claws, drew Feng Wubing closer, and waved his hand with a burst of energy, piercing the arteries in Feng Wubing's hands, a large amount of blood sprayed out instantly, and fell to the feet of the statue.

A sense of weakness spread from his body to his mind, Feng Wubing's soles were unstable, he fell down and sat down, trying to use all his qi in his body, trying to resist the suction force from Jing Xuanyang's palm.

Seeing this, Jing Xuanyang sneered and said, "You don't need to spend any more effort, when all your blood has flowed into the statue of my patriarch, I will be done!" After finishing speaking, he let out a sharp sneer.

With the influx of Feng Wubing's blood, the holy statue gradually lit up with a blood-red light, extremely weird!However, instead of being surprised, Jing Xuanyang stared at the change of the icon with fanaticism, and murmured unconsciously: "It finally worked! It finally worked!..."

The blood-red light became brighter and brighter, Feng Wubing had lost more than half of his blood and was dizzy.

"Sword Embryo, if you still recognize me as the master, don't hurry to help me, when will it be!" Feng Wubing was unwilling to resign, and pinned all his hopes on this strange sword embryo. Block Sword Embryo re-established his Dao foundation and recreated a new life. Now that he is in a desperate situation, he once again hopes that the Sword Embryo can play an extraordinary role and help him survive the catastrophe in front of him.

After calling in his heart for a long time, the sword embryo did not see any movement. Just when Feng Wubing was about to despair, the sword embryo in Niwan Palace finally jumped, and then under his surprised gaze, the pure and deep dragon veins Qi surged out and circulated in the meridians of his whole body, a burst of extremely refreshing pleasure spread all over his body, he moaned comfortably, the consumed blood regenerated in an instant, and the two wounds on his wrists also healed quickly , no more blood loss!

At this time, Jing Xuanyang's gaze was focused on the holy statue, and he was staring at the changes of the holy statue, fearing that he might miss the slightest bit, and didn't notice the vision of Feng Wubing.

Feng Wubing breathed a sigh of relief for a while, but he didn't dare to act rashly, he just followed Jing Xuanyang's gaze and stared at the changes in the holy image.

The blood-red light flourished, and there was a burst of fairy music out of thin air on the altar, and the transformation of the icon finally entered the final stage.

(End of this chapter)