After being stabbed to death by my junior brother

People's ability to act under the drive of fear is extremely high, but within a few hours, the town is lit up with lights and festoons, making it even more lively than New Year's Eve.

If the townspeople didn't have the dejected expressions on their faces, it would really look like that.

It was almost midnight before the townspeople pushed each other to the altar by the river.

Probably because the process of death is the essence of the Five-Day Reincarnation Sutra, the townspeople did not turn into rotting corpses and bones at night, but still maintained the form of normal people.

Shen Qiuting and Bai Guanchen changed into inconspicuous outfits and mixed in the crowd. The townspeople were so overwhelmed that no one noticed that there were two more people in the team.

There is still a blood moon in the sky, but it is fuller than yesterday, and the bright red has also darkened, looking more like the color of blood.

The old mayor walked up to the altar tremblingly on crutches, took out his handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat from his head, and tremblingly began to read the speech.

The townspeople knelt on the ground and closed their eyes.

After reading a congratulatory speech, the mayor took out a delicate dagger, cut open his palm cruelly, and dripped blood into the blood river against the night wind.

This is the custom in the town to sacrifice to the gods during the winter solstice. Everyone has to drip nine drops of blood into the river.

In the past, there had never been any mistakes in this link, but this time when the mayor cut his palm, he suddenly felt a chill from the bottom of his heart.

It was as if a voice was howling, desperately telling him not to mow.

It's just that the immortal was furious. Thinking of the fate of the middle-aged man, he dared not take action.

One drop, two drops, three drops... nine drops.

The blood dripped into the river, and soon merged with the blood-red river.

There are already nine drops, you can stop.

The joy of the rest of his life surged in his heart, and he was about to withdraw his hand to bandage it, but suddenly found that he couldn't control his hand.

A large gust of blood suddenly gushed out from the mouth of the blood that was about to congeal, like a thin stream of water, it drained from his body rapidly and merged into the river of blood.

He could already feel the cold from the loss of blood.

The instinct to survive made him open his mouth, but as if his throat was strangled, he could only make a hoarse sound of "ho hoo"...

A few breaths later, the old body of the mayor lay silently on the altar, the river of blood suddenly surged, and a soul that was shining white was forcibly torn away from the body, sinking into the blood-red river.

Hearing the movement, some townspeople couldn't help but opened their eyes, screamed in fright, got up from the ground and wanted to run.

As soon as he moved, he was held in place by some mysterious force.

At some point, there was a man wearing a black robe and a pure black cloak on the altar. Through the cap of the cloak, only a sharp chin and pale skin could be seen.

He raised his hand, and the townspeople all stood up from the ground.

Shen Qiuting noticed that the eyes of the townspeople had lost any look, like a group of puppets who had lost their souls.

Immediately afterwards, a townsman stiffly stepped up to the altar, picked up the dagger from the mayor's body, and slit his own wrist.

Then the second, the third...

It was a long and bloody massacre.

The man in black stood there and watched without moving, like some kind of dead thing that was monitoring the slaughter.

Bai Guanchen had already drawn out the spirit sword, turned his head and asked Shen Qiuting: "Can you protect yourself?"

Shen Qiuting stared at the man in black robe, nodded, and naturally said: "Be careful."

The black-robed man who suddenly appeared was not a phantom in the Five Days of Reincarnation Sutra.And...for some reason, he felt an uncomfortable sense of familiarity from the man in the black robe.

Bai Guanchen glanced at him when he heard the order, his heart trembled a little strangely, and he raised his sword and went up to the altar.

Hearing the sound of breaking through the air, the man in black moved slightly, revealing a delicate but bloodless face under the hood.

The part of his right cheek close to his neck is covered with fine and dense red scales, his pupils are erect, and when he looks at people, he has a kind of snake-like coldness.

When Shen Qiuting saw this man's face, he felt a "thump" in his heart.

This person is the High Priest of Demon Realm, Ji Mingchuan.

Ji Mingchuan's body is a red snake.The Demon Realm is bitterly cold, and opportunities are rare. Ji Mingchuan is the only monk who has cultivated to the Void Refinement Stage in the Demon Realm for thousands of years.Rumor has it that he slaughtered the entire Demon Palace by himself before he took the position of high priest.All the slightly older demon cultivators in the Demon Realm will turn pale when talking about this person.

When Shen Qiuting went to Demon Realm, Ji Mingchuan had already moved behind the scenes.He has been retreating in the cold pool of Demon Abyss all year round, and almost never shows up in front of people.After Shen Qiuting became the demon king, he met him a few times by chance.

Why did this old monster come to Zhongzhou?

Shen Qiuting's heart sank to the bottom of the valley. No matter how talented Bai Guanchen was, he hadn't practiced for hundreds of years. It would be terrible to face an old monster of this level.

On the other side, Ji Mingchuan sized up the white-robed sword cultivator who appeared in front of him, tickled the corners of his bloodless lips, and said, "I remember you, the little brat of the Bai family in the Northern Territory."

His voice is cold and sticky, reminiscent of some cold-blooded animals living in the dark.

He looked at the cool and handsome young man in front of him, and suddenly there was a bit of malice in his eyes, and he said in a gossip-like tone, "Is it good to kill your brother with your own hands?"

Bai Guanchen remained unmoved, and said in a cold voice, "Slaying demons and demons is the duty of Ling Yun's disciples."

Ji Mingchuan looked at him carefully for a while, but didn't find any emotional flaws on his face. He looked away a little bored, and his voice became cold: "I have something important to do today, and I don't want to do anything wrong. Why don't you leave now?" In time."

He has always been willing to give more opportunities to capable juniors.

Bai Guanchen just calmly raised the broken spirit sword in his hand.

The person in front of him is a big realm higher than him, but this place is obviously different. If the people in this Demon Realm get their hands on it, it will be a disaster for the entire Kyushu Continent.

Ji Mingchuan's face turned completely cold, and a long black knife melted from his right hand, and the two of them fought together in an instant.

After a few tricks, Bai Guanchen was struggling.

After all, it's a big difference in realm, and the current environment weakens the spiritual power too much, and I'm afraid something will happen if it doesn't last long.

It's just... After fighting a few tricks just now, Ji Mingchuan seems to have been trying to avoid the blood river next to him.

Bai Guanchen felt hesitant, and while resisting with the spirit sword in his hand, he led Ji Mingchuan to the edge of the blood river.

As expected, Ji Mingchuan had some scruples and acted more cautiously, and Bai Guanchen's pressure was greatly relieved for a while.

The blood moon did not know when it had risen into the air, the moonlight was bright, and the blood river began to churn upwards as if guided by the moonlight.

The phantom formed by the five-day reincarnation sutra has dissipated at some point, revealing the original appearance of the town.

The surrounding area is full of withered yellow wild grass, and behind him is a town that has long been in ruins and is covered by layers of weeds.

The aftermath of the fight between two people is not something a mortal can bear. Shen Qiuting hid in the grass, watching the battle situation on the field with some anxiety.

The river of blood surged more and more violently.

Suddenly, a snow-white thing emerged from the blood river, and was covered again with the surging water.

Shen Qiuting thought that his eyes were dazzled, but when he took a closer look, the sinking white thing appeared again.

It is a complete human skeleton standing in the water, shining with a strange luster under the reflection of the blood moon.

Immediately afterwards, more and more skeletons emerged from the bottom of the river, densely occupying the entire riverbed.

A skeleton climbed up to the shore and lay down on the shore, and then, the second skeleton lay on the body of the first skeleton... The skeletons stacked one on top of the other, extending towards the opposite bank.

Shen Qiuting couldn't see what they were doing at first, but following the direction in which they were stacked, he could see the shape of an arch bridge.

He suddenly remembered that the last step of the legendary Styx enchantment was the Bone Bridge.

After crossing the Bridge of Bones, you can get the power left by the ancient demon god.

This bone bridge should be the reason why the old monster Ji Mingchuan came to Zhongzhou all the way.

Shen Qiuting looked at the bridge, his eyes moved.

As soon as Baiguqiao appeared, Ji Mingchuan obviously lost his patience. He slapped Bai Guanchen with his palm and wanted to go in the direction of Baiguqiao.

Bai Guanchen received a slap, coughed up a mouthful of blood, raised his sword and blocked Ji Mingchuan again.

Ji Mingchuan's eyes were sinister, revealing a clear killing intent: "Are you going to fight against me?"

"Xiaobai! Three inches below the ribs!"

Shen Qiuting did not know when he had already boarded the Baigu Bridge, turned around on the bridge and yelled at Bai Guanchen.

Without hesitation, Bai Guanchen poured most of his spiritual power into the spiritual sword in his hand, and stabbed three inches below Ji Mingchuan's rib.

The spiritual power of the transformation stage was wrapped in a powerful sword intent. Ji Mingchuan didn't check it for a while, but the protection around his body was broken, and there was a hole in his waist, and blood flowed out.

After one blow, the damaged spirit sword in Bai Guanchen's hand finally couldn't hold it, and it broke inch by inch.

He swallowed the sweet blood in his throat, turned his spiritual power into a sword, and continued to attack Ji Mingchuan without hesitation.

Since the young man had the guts to go on the bridge, he must entangle the man in black to ensure his safety.

Ji Mingchuan's face changed, and he cursed bitterly in his heart, all the sword repairmen in Lingyun Pavilion are fucking lunatics!

Taking advantage of Bai Guanchen's delay, Shen Qiuting turned around and ran towards the other side of the bridge.

Snakes will hide their Qicun after they become demons. Coincidentally, he knew the location of Ji Mingchuan's Qicun by chance in his previous life.

As long as he gets the things on the other side of the Bone Bridge before the old demon snake, no matter what schemes he has, he will be defeated.

The situation was critical, and neither of them noticed that there was something wrong with the title Shen Qiuting just called out.

From the very beginning, Ji Mingchuan didn't pay attention to this mortal boy, and now this boy actually got on the bridge under his nose, furious, and slapped hard in the direction of the bone bridge with seven inches of injuries.

Even when he was furious, he did not try his best, for fear of damaging the Bridge of Bones.

Shen Qiuting was shaken by the aftermath of the demonic energy in the Void Refinement Stage, even though the Styx Barrier itself offset most of the power, it felt like all internal organs had shifted.

He spat out a mouthful of blood uncontrollably, and was thrown off the bridge abruptly.

At the critical moment, he used all his strength to grab the skull of a skeleton on the bridge.

There is a turbulent river of blood underneath, and the smell of blood rushes straight to the nose. Once it falls, it will be very dangerous.

Shen Qiuting swung in the air for a while, only one thought in mind

Be good, I'm afraid he will be here just after he was reborn.