Gou Dao Xiu Xian: I am immortal in the demon sect

The day of the blood sacrifice competition,

It was still dark, and the Nine Nether Peak was gloomy. At a glance, there was a howling wind and a dark fog everywhere.

In a room in the main hall on the top of the peak, the Lord of the Nether Ghost Sect, the Nether King, was sitting on a cushion with his eyes closed. There was no breath in his body, as if he was dead.

In a corner of the room, there was really a corpse, wearing a maid's clothes, and the flesh had begun to rot, attracting countless flies.

Some flies that couldn't compete for the "delicious food" flew to the side of the Nether King and bit him.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

At this time, there were three knocks on the door. The King of Hell exhaled heavy foul air from his nose and slowly opened his eyes.

Wherever this foul air went, hundreds of flies nearby turned into ashes.

"Come in!"

The door was pushed open, Mingtian walked in, kneeling down to report:

"Grandmaster, Elder Xueyu is here."

"Oh? Bring him in."

As the Netherworld King said, he suddenly frowned and looked at the dead body in the corner,

"Who is this? How did he die in my room?"

Mingtian said:

"This is Yilan, the maid who served the Grandmaster. I don't know why she angered the Grandmaster..."

"I don't remember."

The Netherworld King said indifferently:

"I have said it so many times, when I enter meditation, no one is allowed to approach!"

"Yes, yes!"

Mingtian dared not say a word more, and went out to invite the Lord of Xueyu Peak, Xueyu Demon Lord, to come over.

After the Blood Hell Demon Lord saluted, he sat down opposite the Netherworld King and said in a deep voice:

"Brother, I feel that something is wrong in the sect. It seems that someone wants to imitate Cui Ying, the Jade Lady of the Ten Thousand Corpses Sect."

"Huh!"

As soon as the Blood Hell Demon Lord said this, countless green flames rose in the house.

The Netherworld King stared at him and asked:

"Who dares to rebel?"

The Blood Hell Demon Lord was silent for a while, and then spit out a name: "Master Xuanyin."

The Netherworld King was stunned for a moment, then sneered,

"This old ghost? He couldn't win against me back then, and was forced to wander outside for thousands of years.

Later, he finally came to me. Yi was able to return to the sect and reopen the Xuanyin lineage thanks to his great contribution to the Kongtong Mountain Jinmen Daozang. How dare he rebel? "

The Blood Prison Demon Lord said firmly: "It was because he had competed with his senior brother for the position of the head that he had always been unwilling to retake the position!"

The Netherworld King pondered for a moment and shook his head:

"When the old ghost first returned to the sect, I was also closely guarded against him.

However, if he wanted to rebel, he must form a party and cultivate his own power.

But since he reopened the Xuanyin lineage, he has been practicing in seclusion for many years and basically does not care about worldly affairs.

Look at the twelve direct disciples he accepted. How many of them have died in these years? Even that The most proud disciples have all died, and now there are less than half of them, and one of them is said to be a waste of mixed spiritual roots..."

The King of Hell spread his hands,

"How can this look like a rebellion?"

After hearing this, the Blood Prison Demon Lord continued to persuade him unwillingly,

"But in the past few days, he has often gone to Ghost Gate Peak, and the two old ghosts are sneaking around all day and I don't know what they are discussing..."

"Ghost Taoist?"

The King of Hell pondered for a while,

"Ghost Junior Brother is indeed a scheming person, and the possibility of his rebellion is much greater than that of the old ghost Xuanyin."

At this time, the sky was completely bright, and the sun was shining. Shining on the earth,

Mingtian reported from outside:

"Grandmaster, the blood sacrifice ceremony is about to begin."

The King of Hell stood up and said to the Blood Prison Demon:

"Ghost Junior Brother is only at the initial stage of transformation. If he really dares to have unreasonable thoughts, we will just fight him. Besides..."

As he said this, he walked out of the door and said calmly:

"Besides, I am not Murong Hua. I cannot be killed..."

...

Outside the Falling Demon Valley, the fog was heavy and the blue sky was lost.

Qin Feng had already come to the outside of the valley and sat cross-legged, practicing the mental method of "The Record of the Netherworld" to resist the invasion of the ancestor's resentful spirit with all his strength.

At this time, Lu Youwei, who came late, came over with a pale face and said to Qin Feng:

"Brother, why do I feel that there are many unfamiliar faces in the sect?"

After hearing this, Qin Feng slowly stopped practicing, opened his eyes, and looked around.

"There are tens of thousands of disciples in the sect, and there are new disciples almost every month. It is normal that there are faces you don't know among them. Don't be suspicious all day long."

Lu Youwei said: "That's right, but I see that the people in Ghost Gate Peak and Blood Prison Peak all have fierce eyes, as if they are ready to choose someone to eat at any time.

Same, very wrong. "

Qin Feng was speechless,

"Today is the blood sacrifice competition, isn't it normal to be a little fierce?

Although he said so, Qin Feng felt that the atmosphere in the sect in recent days seemed to be more depressing than before,

So he was a little cautious and took Chen Changgeng and Lu Tingbin, two disciples, to quietly retreat to the edge of the crowd.

Qin Feng's other three disciples, Le Yao, Yuan Hua, and Yuan Ming, did not practice the skills of the Nether Ghost Sect, and were not officially reported by him, so they did not need to participate in the blood sacrifice competition.

In fact, in recent years, many people have used various loopholes to try to let their disciples avoid the blood sacrifice competition, and the ways are varied...

"Buzz!"

After a few bells rang, the elders, peak masters, and the head of the sect came to the altar of the Fallen Demon Valley one after another, just like the previous few times, there was no difference.

However, just as the Netherworld King was preparing to slaughter the sacrifice and chant the sacrificial text under the watchful eyes of the crowd, someone suddenly shouted:

"Wait a minute!"

Qin Feng, who was a little drowsy, suddenly became alert, stood up and looked forward.

He saw the Ghost Daoist, the master of Ghost Gate Peak, slowly walking forward.

The Netherworld King said expressionlessly:

"Ghost Junior Brother, can't you talk about it later? If you delay the blood sacrifice competition, I'm afraid the ancestors of all generations will blame you."

The Ghost Daoist said loudly:

"I want to ask the Sect Master, why is the blood sacrifice competition being brought forward day by day? Why can't the blood sacrifice that has greatly damaged the sect's strength be cancelled?"

As soon as these words came out, tens of thousands of eyes looked at the Netherworld King,

because the two questions of the Ghost Daoist really hit the doubts in many people's hearts.

The Netherworld King said indifferently:

"This is the rule set by our ancestors..."

"Bullshit!"

The head of the Netherworld Ghost Sect was only halfway through his words when he was interrupted by the Ghost Taoist.

The Ghost Taoist turned around and shouted to everyone:

"The so-called blood sacrifice competition is just to use the blood of the disciples to feed the vengeful spirit of the ninth generation ancestor.

And this vengeful spirit of the ancestor was originally sealed by the tenth generation head with the supreme secret method after spending a huge price.

Originally, the seal would not loosen for at least tens of thousands of years, and then it would only need to be reinforced in time.

However, someone secretly broke the seal hundreds of years ago and released this vengeful spirit of the ancestor!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was in an uproar.

Not to mention ordinary disciples, even some Yuanying elders and Huashen Peak Masters showed unbelievable expressions...