Each disciple is not simple

The ground in the center of the city was supported by a huge altar, which exuded a disgusting odor.

At this time, many evil practitioners were sitting cross-legged around the altar, chanting some spells devoutly.

On the altar, a man in a black robe was performing an even more bizarre sacrificial dance, his face covered with a demon mask with evil graffiti.

As the man in black robe moved, blood-colored lines emerged from the top of the evil cultivator's head below and directly poured onto the complex totem patterns on the altar.

The chanting of the spell became louder and louder, and it was filled with a strange atmosphere like spiritual pollution.

The evil cultivators, one by one, pierced their own chests with sharp weapons with smiles on their faces. In the last second of death, they still shouted with satisfaction and enthusiasm, "God! Please come!"

"God! Please come!"

"God! Please come!"

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One after another, blood lines gathered from all directions, becoming denser and denser, covering the sky and the earth, as if they were woven into a net.

The movements of the black-robed man on the stage became more and more twisted, and the area on the altar filled with blood became brighter and brighter.

As the altar was lit, another figure lying peacefully on the altar shrine was also infused with bloody and ominous power, becoming increasingly powerful.

A sharp and cold sword light swept over with a fierce murderous aura, instantly knocking away a group of evil cultivators under the altar, leaving a gap in the blood line.

The person performing the sacrificial dance seemed to be very angry and pointed in the direction of Mingjia.

In an instant, all the living evil cultivators turned to look at Mingjia.

The scene was truly horrifying, with numerous eerie, ghostly eyes staring at her.

The curses they uttered were so loud that they sounded almost like roars, and their blood-red pupils looked like evil spirits in the dark night.

Like moths to a flame, the evil cultivators stood up one by one and attacked Mingjia suicidally, trying to stop Mingjia from moving forward.

Swing the sword! Swing the sword! Swing the sword again!

Mingjia's dress was also stained red with blood. No matter how many enemies were ahead of her, she remained steadfast like a steel knife inserted into the enemy's heart.

Red lights lit up and went out one after another on the streets in the city.

That was because other monks were also fighting bloody battles, cleaning up the streets that had been stained red by the evil cultivators and preventing them from becoming the power of the altar.

The energy was blocked, and the body on the shrine that was infused with power became restless, and the altar absorbed blood faster and faster.

The power of the shrine grows stronger and stronger, and its terrifying pressure affects the entire city.

However, an evil cultivator had set up a huge barrier over Jiuli City, preventing any breath from getting out.

In other words, only the monks in Jiuli City can save themselves, and there will be no external help.

There were too many evil cultivators. Even if Mingjia used his sword to kill one each, he could not kill them all, and he could not even get close to the altar.

Lin Yushang watched anxiously, but could do nothing to help.

She knew that if these evil cultivators succeeded in summoning the evil god, no one in the entire Jiuli City would be alive, and even the entire continent would be poisoned by the evil god.

Just when Lin Yuchang was in despair, a golden light approached rapidly, and the evil cultivator who was illuminated by the golden light howled in pain.

The nine-ring staff was shining with golden light, and the monk's robe holding it rustled, with red flowers on it like a living Asura.

The Buddhist wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, the cinnabar between his brows looked like nine layers of karmic fire, and his whole body was filled with mighty gusts of wind.

"Zhuo Qing, leave this to me, you go ahead!"

After saying that, the Buddhist disciple tore off the Bodhi beads on his wrist, and the Bodhi beads scattered on the ground, forming a pagoda formation, bursting out with dazzling golden light!

Mingjia took a deep look at the Buddhist who was burning his own life, and only had time to say "take care" before flying away.

With the help of the Buddhist disciples to restrain the evil cultivators, Mingjia quickly landed on the altar, and the Langyue Sword directly pierced into the ground, forcefully destroying the sacrificial totem.

The man in black robe became furious and stopped performing the sacrificial dance. His black robe fluttered and countless human puppet threads flew towards Ming Jia.

If Mingjia is contaminated by the human puppet thread, he will become a human puppet controlled by the man in black robe!

Mingjia used the Langyue Sword to resist the human puppet thread. The seemingly slender and weak human puppet thread collided with the Langyue Sword and produced sparks of golden swords and iron horses.

There were blood-red human puppet threads wrapped around each of the black-robed man's fingers. Compared to those colorless human puppet threads, the blood-red human puppet threads made her feel more threatened.

Sure enough, when she failed to dodge in time, the blood-red human puppet thread actually corroded a piece of flesh when it touched her skin!

Mingjia's heart trembled. She must not let the bloody human puppet get close to her!

The two of them kept fighting, and the altar was slashed with sword marks by Mingjia. The man in black robe became even crazier, and he even stopped protecting his vital parts, determined to kill Mingjia even at the cost of his own life!

The reason why sword cultivators are sword cultivators is because they have the ability to become stronger when facing a stronger opponent.

It was still a battle, but Mingjia became more and more excited and powerful as the fight went on. The Langyue Sword seemed to sense the mood of the sword wielder and even made a sound.

After a while, the man in black was beaten back by Ming Jia, and the bloody human puppet threads were cut off one by one.

Without anyone to stop him, the man in black robe finally stopped being so desperate.

He actually roared and let Mingjia pierce his dantian, and reached into his heart with one hand without hesitation!

"God! Please come!"

The black-robed puppeteer took out the heart and crushed it directly on the altar as if he was performing some sacred sacrificial ritual!

The altar watered by the heart was running frantically, and it changed from sucking the blood of the believers to directly absorbing the lives of the believers, like a greedy beast, eating its own food in big mouthfuls.

Mingjia immediately threw a sword at the person on the shrine, but unexpectedly the shrine directly emitted a protective force and blocked the Langyue Sword back.

At this moment, everyone in Jiuli City clearly felt the suffocating pressure spreading from the shrine.

That is the power of God!

The evil cultivators succeeded in summoning the evil god!

The evil aura in Jiuli City was instantly cut off, and directly became the nourishment for the arrival of the evil god.

The person on the shrine slowly sat up, and the face of "Xue Ningshui" appeared before everyone.

Xue Ningshui closed his eyes, and the arm that was chopped off by Mingjia quickly outlined the bones, blood, and muscles. In just a blink of an eye, it returned to normal.

The evil god is coming, and no matter how many times Mingjia swings his sword, it is all in vain. Even the merits and virtues of the Buddha cannot shake him in the slightest.

More and more monks rushed here. They had calm faces and were also prepared to die together with the evil god.

The evil god's aura became stronger and stronger, and the pressure alone caused the bones of Mingjia and Fuzi, who were closest to the shrine, to crackle, but they still stood with their backs straight, not showing any weakness.

The blood-red light of the shrine became more intense.

Finally, Xue Ningshui opened his bloodshot eyes.

What a pair of evil eyes they were, as if they contained all the evil in the world!

Xue Ningshui looked at Mingjia and the others, grinning in a rather unfamiliar way, "I..."

Just after saying one word, the altar that no one could destroy collapsed!