Crucian carp cultivating immortals

Ji Yu hid her figure and followed behind a villager. One after another, villagers gathered from all directions, holding torches, dressed well, and rushed towards the same direction. The destination was the wasteland that I saw that day. The torches illuminated the entire wasteland, and judging from this posture, all the villagers should have arrived.

Ji Yu hid in the dark, held her breath, and remained silent.

Wan He stood in the center of the crowd, stomped his feet on the spot and shouted a few times, a high platform rose out of nowhere on the ground, and everyone fell to the ground in unison. Wan He walked up the high platform slowly, and looked down the platform with satisfaction.

"Thank God for allowing us to be born, thank God for giving us the opportunity to enjoy eternal life, let's sacrifice!"

Everyone in the audience shouted, "Start the sacrifice." There was a strange excitement in their eyes.

Ji Yu saw Wan Zhuang in the crowd, and Wan Zhuang seemed a little absent-minded at the moment.

The villagers present walked up to the high platform one by one. Wan He picked up the dagger on the high platform and cut off at himself. rowed down.

As the number of people increased, the high platform was gradually covered with blood, and the uneven runes on the high platform were gradually filled. When the last person finished bleeding, the blood on the high platform began to overflow.

"It's overflowing, it's overflowing, there will be a good harvest this year, thank God." Wan He knelt down with his hands facing the sky, calling out loudly, and everyone in the audience danced.

After kneeling down, a red light flashed in Wan He's eyes, his face flushed, and he said loudly, "Bring up the sacrifice."

Everyone in the audience also shouted, "Bring up the sacrifice!", "Bring up the sacrifice!"

After all the responses, Wan He smiled satisfied, regardless of the corner of his robe soaked in blood, he stared intently at the cracked stone wall in front of him, when the stone wall opened, a piercing scream came, this voice!Ji Yu stared intently at the slowly cracking stone wall, and a bloody figure came into view. What kind of monster is this? This is a Golden Core cultivator!

"Who is it!" Wan He yelled suddenly, squinting his eyes to look at Ji Yu's position, Ji Yu stood still, but his whole body became alert, tightening the hand holding the sword.

"Go and have a look." Wan He nodded to the audience.

A few villagers were gearing up, with excitement shining in their eyes, "I'll go too." Wan Zhuang said suddenly, and Wan He narrowed his eyes to look at it, then nodded for a while, "I hope you know what you're doing."

"I've always known." Wan Zhuang said sullenly, and left with the few people investigating.

Several people walked towards Ji Yu's direction, getting closer and closer, and when they were less than five meters away, Wan He suddenly said, "We changed positions, where are you!"

Several people quickly shifted their targets, Wan Zhuang glanced back, turned his head to follow, and his gaze was right where Ji Yu was.

After a while, there was an exclamation from the front, a woman in Tsing Yi was caught by the crowd, and that woman was Qing Ying!

"So I missed a little mouse, I thought it would be that little fairy growing up." Wan He pinched Qingying's face, narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Qingying's whole body seemed to have been immobilized, and she stopped moving.

"Continue now." Wan He waved his hand, and the Golden Core cultivator was dragged up to the high platform.

Ji Yu was full of doubts, but now is not the time for doubts.

Looking at the excited and somewhat crazy villagers on the wasteland, Ji Yu felt an ominous premonition in her heart.

Seeing that Jindan Daoist was tied up on the high platform, Wan He picked up the dagger in his hand and slashed at the cultivator severely. A large piece of flesh was cut off. The cultivator twitched and let out a groan. Screaming, what the villagers heard was not howling, but like some wonderful music, with expressions of enjoyment on their faces, eagerly looking at the meat in Wan He's hands.It's not like looking at human flesh, but like looking at some panacea.

Wan He smiled when he saw this, and pointed at the old man, and the old man walked over excitedly, walking so fast that he threw away his crutches, holding his hands high, and the meat in Wan He's hand couldn't wait. It was stuffed into the mouth, and the wrinkled face was stained with blood, like a man-eating monster. The eyes of all the villagers were strangely bright, staring at the monk on the stage intently.

Ji Yu felt a little cold in her heart, looking at the excited expressions on the faces of the villagers in the wasteland, this is a village that can eat people.

Seeing that Wan He was about to strike again, Ji Yu stood up abruptly, "Stop!"

"Hey, there is another one. It seems that today's sacrifice is enough for everyone to live forever. Don't let him escape, go and catch him!"

Following Wan He's order, the villagers in the wasteland were excited and rushed towards Ji Yu's direction.Ji Yu flew up and rushed towards the high platform.

Wan He was shocked, "How is it possible, why didn't you lose your strength! Isn't it Wan..."

Before he finished speaking, he was knocked out by Ji Yu's sword.After cooking, Wan He turned around and slashed with his sword on the iron chain binding the Jindan cultivator, and the iron chain did not move under the blow.Ji Yu frowned slightly, turned around and slashed at the iron chain binding Qingying with the same sword, the iron chain still remained motionless under the blow.

"Don't mess with it, the innate black iron keeps chopping, get rid of those lunatics first." A weak voice rang in his ears, Ji Yu looked at the distressed Golden Core cultivator in front of him, nodded, and stuffed a health-preserving pill, "Yeah , I will solve them first."

"Yixuan."

"Ji Yu."

Facing the crazy crowd in the audience, Ji Yu fainted one by one, and when everyone had fainted, Wan Zhuang raised his head and closed his eyes, looking like he was waiting to be photographed, Ji Yu was lucky to float a little under his feet, and put his hand on top of Wan Zhuang's head After a pause, like every time the master touched him, he patted Wan Zhuang's head as if nothing had happened, and when Wan Zhuang came back to his senses, he withdrew his hand solemnly, "Thank you for the wine."

Wan Zhuang was stunned for a moment, opened his eyes and looked at Ji Yu with a serious face in front of him, a softness flashed in his eyes, "Well, next time we have a chance to drink together."

After the villagers lying on the ground were piled together and fixed, he slashed at the high platform with a sword. The high platform shattered instantly, and a burst of black air rushed out. Ji Yu followed closely, and turned the long sword in his hand towards the center of the black air Stabbing fiercely, the black air trembled and disappeared into the air in an instant. Ji Yu's eyes narrowed, and he caught the bead that fell from the air. It was a red bead, crystal clear, and black air was faintly circulating in it.

The high platform shattered and the whole mountain shook violently. Qing Ying, who was lying on the ground silently, began to struggle. It seemed that the restraint of this place to the monks had disappeared.

"What's going on here?" Qingying sternly shouted at Wan Zhuang, the only sober villager.

Wan Zhuang smiled wryly and shook his head, his eyes were far-reaching, "Actually, I don't know what's going on, do you believe it?"

Ji Yu's pupils shrank, and she released her consciousness to look towards Wan Zhuang. With such a strong sense of death, there is only one possibility that he is already a dead person.

Seeing that the bodies of the surrounding villagers had begun to rot in the sun, Ji Yu hurriedly held Wan Zhuang and injected spiritual energy into his body. After being washed by the spiritual energy, Wan Zhuang's spirit really improved, and he glanced at Ji Yu gratefully. Then he said, "The ancestors of our village came here to escape the war. This place is isolated from the outside world and has been living a self-sufficient life. It rarely communicated with the outside world until a plague broke out. The plague spread quickly and there was no time to ask for help. The village Everyone in there is dead."

"You didn't die from the plague, did you?" Ji Yu looked at Wan Zhuang and said earnestly, Wan Zhuang nodded with a wry smile, "Yes, I don't know why I didn't get the plague, but my family members are all dead, and I still have more to live with." What do you mean?" Wan Zhuang paused, glanced at the people present, his face was a little dignified, "Later, I didn't know what happened, but one day I woke up suddenly, and people in the village woke up one after another. But none of my relatives woke up, I was very desperate at the time, and I couldn’t die, but later I found out that it’s okay if they didn’t wake up, because these people are crazy!”

"A few refugees entered the village by mistake and were eaten by them."

"Didn't you eat?" Qingying looked at Wan Zhuang coldly.

Wan Zhuang shook his head, "Maybe it's because of the different ways of death or some other reason. I don't have a bloodthirsty desire. I tried to stop them, but it's unreasonable for them to go crazy, like they have completely lost their humanity."

"I just lived my life like this, until one day the village head, Wan He, seemed to be a different person suddenly. He was able to command the group of people and brew strange wine. Quzi Wine is specially designed to deal with cultivators. The person loses consciousness, no matter how powerful it is, the other kind of wine is Lezi wine, which is rewarded by the village chief to the person who has harvested the most every year. Every time he drinks it, people always feel more energetic, and no other effects have been discovered. As for the following things You all know."

"The harvest is the most? What is the harvest?" Looking at Qingying's suspicious eyes, Wan Zhuang smiled wryly, "Everyone needs to eat and rest normally during the day, so those fields are not for display."

"Who set up this formation?" Ji Yu asked suddenly after a moment of silence.

"Array, what array?"

Seeing that Wan Zhuang didn't look like he was lying, everyone fell silent.

After listening to Wan Zhuang's explanation, everyone felt a little bit in their hearts. This time it seemed that the puzzle was solved, but a bigger puzzle followed. Who set up the array?What happened to the black air?Why did the village head change suddenly?There is also the biggest question why do dead people come back to life?One mystery after another intertwined, like a huge shadow...

A few people returned to the village with a heavy heart. Wantu Village was quiet in the dark, and there was no one at all. Ji Yu and the others tensed up and hurriedly separated to look for other disciples. When Qingying arrived at the house where Qingli was, they found The house is empty!

"No." Ji Yu said solemnly.

"I don't have any here either." Wan Zhuang glanced at Ji Yu worriedly and shook his head.

"Qingli is not here." Seeing that the two of them had nothing to gain, Qingying's heart sank, and a stern look flashed in her eyes, "Tell me, where are they!"

The sharp blade in Qingying's hand hangs on Wan Zhuang's neck, Wan Zhuang smiled wryly, "I am a dead person, even if you kill me again, I don't know."

Qingying heard that the sharp blade in her hand pressed down a few points instantly, cutting through the skin, but not a drop of blood flowed out, Wan Zhuang glanced at her neck, his eyes were a little dim, "I'm right." After a pause, he suddenly turned his head to look at the thoughtful Ji Yu and said sincerely, "I really don't know. Every time someone is arrested, it is the village chief who cleans up. No one knows where he hides people."

"Maybe I know." A slightly hoarse male voice sounded.

Ji Yu tilted her head to look at Yi Xuan, who was unkempt and unkempt, met her dark eyes, suddenly stood on tiptoe and rubbed Yi Xuan's head, then withdrew her hand as if nothing had happened, "It's all over, let's go."

Yi Xuan followed a few steps in a daze, then stopped suddenly, looking at the young man in white with a sharp sword in front of him, his eyes were as deep as the sea.

"What's the matter?" Ji Yu looked back at Yi Xuan who had stopped suddenly, her round eyes were embedded with black pupils, the moonlight seemed to flow in them, and her own figure was reflected in the small eyeballs...

Yi Xuan suddenly smiled, "Well, here we come." He followed the crowd with a few steps.

The moonlight cast two shadows on the ground and were constantly elongated, and the deep night submerged the figures of several people.