Fantasy: The Start Was Chased By Princess Phoenix!

A young cultivator asked, with an evil silver totem painted on his face. Just looking at him would make him feel creepy. He is a Promise True Immortal-level powerhouse, who looks less than 30 years old, but he is a young and powerful soul clan, named Soul Saber.

"You don't need to worry about it! When the memorial ceremony is over, you will no longer be eligible to see me! Elder, this female has excellent talent and physique. From the world of Gaowu, there is no backing and background here, suitable for use The memorial ceremony!"

Soul Ying threw the cage to Elder's side and said lightly. White Robe Elder looked at Yuelin carefully, and couldn't help nodding slightly.

"Innocent body, not bad! It adds up to exactly ten! The ten women needed for this memorial ceremony, I didn't expect to gather so soon!"

"How long does the memorial ceremony start? According to the rules, I provide a birth sacrifice and should be eligible to participate."

Kunying said faintly, and after hearing Elder's response from the white robe, everything was going to take place twelve days later, and a smile was drawn at the corner of her mouth.

"Twelve days... I can have a place, then I can go from the early stage of the Xiantian Saint to the middle stage of the Xiantian Saint! It’s probably not a problem to be able to directly become a strong late stage with the cannibalism of the author!"

The soul cherry reads a word, looking forward to the memorial ceremony twelve days later. She looked at the soul knife on the side, a hint of contempt was drawn on the corner of her lips, and she let out a cold snort. This kind of guy with low Cultivation Base is just the middle stage of the true fairy of Wuji. He still wants to pursue himself?

After attending the memorial ceremony, he will become the late stage of the Xiantian Saint, and he will enter the inner circle. He is not qualified to see himself again in his life.

"Huh! There are not a few talents who will participate in the memorial ceremony at that time! Many people put their hope in the memorial service and get a breakthrough. Many of the memorials held every 100 years have this idea, but for thousands of years, they have not succeeded. Two or three!"

The Soul Saber also felt that Soul Ying's tone and attitude, and his expression were a bit unkind. White Robe Elder looked up at them, but he didn't care. After all, they were like this, and it was no longer three days or two days. Right now, he coughed, just said slightly.

"Soul Sakura, you can have a place! As for the soul knife, if you haven't caught a suitable sacrifice, you can get out after you hand over the task!"

"Elder, maybe I can also catch it. What about a suitable birth sacrifice? Why does my tribe's memorial ceremony have the fewest elites? It's not fair!"

Before the words were finished, a strong brilliance leaped over! White Robe Elder shot and directly interrupted the soul knife, condensing a blood-red blade of time. In an instant, the Soul Saber was cut all over his body, severed to pieces, and then flew out. He continued to bow his head and portrayed formation on the weapon.

With his Cultivation Base of the early stage of the Xiantian King, it is naturally easy to clean up a disciple of the middle stage of the Promise True Immortal, but the start is also extremely vicious!

The soul knife suffered such a heavy injury, if it had not been healed by the treasure, it would take at least two to three hundred years for it to heal by itself. With such a blow, the soul knife's genius path was broken. To the disciples in their own clan, they are so cruel, they are indeed the soul clan that has made the six realms of The Three Realms frightened!

"Elder, are the participants in the memorial ceremony the same as before? My soul race still has twelve places?"

Kunying was also a little unwilling, and held a memorial ceremony for her own tribe. A ceremony held using the bodies, blood and essence of ten talented women. Just to track down some powerful people Cannian who have fallen, but not yet died.

Why are these ceremonies the least that the race can participate in? Others can send disciples to come, and even the total of more than a hundred participants, have the opportunity to touch those Cannian. If you are lucky, you can catch those remnant thoughts and swallow them, which will greatly increase your strength.

After all, there are those who are left behind, and there are powerhouses with Cannian, who generally own the Cultivation Base of the Xiantian King, and most of them are even the Xiantian King!

It appeared thousands of years ago, but the remnant thoughts of the sage of Taiyuan were swallowed by the genius of other races. That led to that genius, from the middle stage of the Xiantian saint, all the way to the top of the Xiantian king. Can Nian contains so much power, but why is there so little that this race can participate in?

"You shouldn't know, you don't need to know!"

White Robe Elder raised his head to look at Soul Sakura, sighed, thinking it over and over, it seemed a little loose.

"Fine, because you have contributed, I will tell you something. Although this memorial ceremony is dominated by my clan. However, the materials provided, such as the space god stone, the time god stone, and even the life god stone, are other Ethnic groups. So their disciples will naturally come and participate!"

"this……………………"

White Robe Elder saw that Soul Ying seemed to be puzzled, and continued to explain.

"It's only because of my soul clan, unique physique and talent, that I can dominate and start this big formation, but other strong people can't! Okay, I have told you what you want to know, let's go!"

White Robe Elder's cloudy eyes looked at Soul Sakura and waved his hand to knock Sakura a thousand meters away. The same is true, but it retains strength and does not hurt the origin of Soul Sakura. Otherwise, a single palm is enough to shoot Dead Soul Sakura!

"This little girl, who looks delicate and beautiful, actually came from a lower level! It's just a pity for her blood and talent!"

White Robe Elder came to Yuelin, smiled faintly, and made a weird noise.

"It's better for a low-level plane. No matter how you kill the ants over there, you won't have any problems. In contrast, the life sacrifice of the same plane is really not easy to catch... ..."

He is well aware of the gifted woman the soul race needs in the memorial ceremony. Once given enough time and resources, everyone on Realm can be equal to themselves. It is even possible to advance to the Emperor Xiantian, all with great potential!

On the Super Martial Plane, the vast majority of women with such talents are descendants of the super race. Therefore, they cannot be caught, and even more cannot be killed, otherwise there will be big troubles, so it is better to sacrifice to the lower planes.

After catching the life sacrifice of the lower plane, even if the powerhouse of that world knows it, what can it do? They don't dare to make times at all, unless they are tired of their lives! Thinking of this, the white robe Elder shot a blue light, unlocked the blockade of Yuelin, and smiled slightly.

"Little girl, I have wronged you these past few days! For a total of twelve days, the last day may be a bit painful, that is, ten thousand ants will eat your heart. No matter whether it can survive or not, you have to survive!"

"You will be dead as soon as the time is up, don't worry! The ceremony is neither long nor short, only half an hour! You will be freed, and you will have nine companions, so you won't be lonely in these few days."

White Robe Elder described it all indifferently, looking extremely cold.

At this moment, Yuelin woke up and looked at everything strange around her with trepidation. She regretted it, completely regretted it! I shouldn't be angry and leave Xuanyu quietly. Now that Xuanyu is not by his side, how can I give birth to myself?

"Woo...I don't want to die, I don't want to die! Father, Big Sister, holy ancestor, I don't want to die! And Juyu, where are you now? Come and save Me! They want to take me to perform a terrible sacrifice!"

Yilin was holding two iron pipes in her hands, standing in the cage very sadly, tears running across her cheeks. Patting from time to time, the iron cage made of special steel, cried out heartbreakingly.

"Why? Why? I didn't offend you, why did you kill me? Why? Obviously I didn't talk about you, nor scolded you, let alone provoked you, why are you so vicious!"

"Let me out! Or you don't want to complete the damn ritual, I will blew myself now!"

Yuelin roared hysterically, and she gradually mobilized her energy and blood, and kept supporting her body, causing her body to gradually swell. But at this moment, a red light flashed across, his body returned to its original shape, and he looked at Elder the white robe with a blank face.

why why? He clearly didn't do anything, why did he kill himself? Father, Big Sister, Second Sister, Brother-in-law, and Sui Yu! Who can come to save yourself? I have never thought of seeking death!

"Whether you do it or not, you have to die! If you want to ask the answer, it is your life!"

White Robe Elder smiled evilly, and a blue light flashed across his hand, a special white prison uniform, which was immediately worn on Yuelin's body. Lifting the cage with your hand is like carrying a plaything. He lifted the cage weighing tens of thousands of catties and contained the law of space with ease, and swayed towards the dungeon.

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