Unrivaled in Immortality

Wang Yong was about to leave after asking the question, when the voice of the middle-aged man with goatee came from behind.

Wang Yong did not turn his head, nor did he intend to stop, he continued to move forward.

His purpose of coming here was just to get information, now that he knew he was going in the wrong direction, he would not stay in this small family.

Besides, he did not think that the middle-aged man with goatee would tell him something that interested him.

At this time, the middle-aged man with goatee was anxious, and he heard him shout loudly: "Senior, please wait a moment."

Hearing this again, Wang Yong finally stopped and turned around, looking at everyone and said: "What? You don't want to fight anymore?"

Wang Yong looked at everyone with a smile on his face.

The three ninth-level cultivators of the Qi Condensation Stage all showed an embarrassed look when they heard this, but it was soon covered up by another firm look.

And those low-level Qi Condensation Stage cultivators looked at the people who were still fighting just now when they heard this. At this moment, their spiritual power was flowing in their bodies again, and they were obviously ready to fight again.

They knew that it was not possible to fight without a winner. After all, although they were in the same family, they were in two completely different camps. There was no possibility of reconciliation if one side rebelled this time.

But at this time, the middle-aged man with a goatee said with a smile: "Haha, we are just holding a ceremony. Senior, you came at the right time. I wonder if you can continue to watch. After the ceremony is over, I will definitely not disappoint you." The middle-aged man with a goatee said shamelessly.

Wang Yong showed interest when he heard this. This scene was obviously not an ordinary ceremony. Those low-level Qi Condensation cultivators looked at the middle-aged man with a goatee with puzzled expressions when they heard this. Obviously, they didn't know about this ceremony.

But what kind of ceremony requires so many people to fight to hold it? Wang Yong already has the answer in his mind-blood sacrifice.

Wang Yong is also very interested in things that can only be obtained by sacrificing the blood of his own people.

"Oh? Interesting, then continue." Wang Yong seemed to be interested. He wanted to see what these people would come up with.

The three nodded when they heard it, and they joined forces to attack them in the puzzled looks of the lower-level cultivators of the same family. They lost several people before they could react.

"Clan leader, what do you mean?" A tall and mighty cultivator of the eighth level of the Condensation Stage shouted loudly, but now the three people seemed to be no longer the beloved clan leader and elders of the clan that they usually saw, but the demons from hell who were madly slaughtering people of the same clan. Suddenly, the wailing in the field was more intense than before.

Wang Yong crossed his arms and watched the massacre, and his mind was full of thoughts.

This scene was just a small scene for him, and it didn't stir up any waves in his heart. He cared about what happened next.

The massacre continued in the field, and gradually the blood on the ground began to penetrate into the ground, and some blood-colored lines began to slowly emerge on the ground.

The blood-colored lines with blood began to spread around, gradually covering the ground of the entire central building.

Wang Yong was worried about the danger and kicked Ashan, who was watching the excitement, out.

Ashan landed safely without any injuries. He got up from the ground. At this time, he saw blood light wrapped around the entire central building. Ashan wanted to go in again but was blocked by a blood-colored light curtain. He could not see anything inside from outside. He could only shout: "Brother Wang Yong, Brother Wang Yong." But there was no response.

While kicking Ashan away, Wang Yong also felt something was wrong, but he did not choose to escape but deliberately trapped in it. He wanted to see if the tricks of these people could keep him.

At this moment, the three ninth-level Qi Condensation monks finally stopped killing, but there were only a few of their tribesmen left, and they were huddled in the corner and trembling.

Wang Yong chuckled and said, "What? Don't kill them?"

"Enough, enough." The middle-aged man with a goatee looked at Wang Yong and said with a little madness.

His expression was full of excitement, helplessness, and complexity, but what attracted more attention was his greedy eyes. The other two were the same. They looked at Wang Yong like a beast that would eat anyone it wanted.

Wang Yong seemed not to notice the looks of the others, and he only heard him casually say, "Don't you want to kill me? Then I won't have a good show to watch? Forget it, just open this formation and let me leave. I won't bother with you."

"Haha, you are joking, senior. Meeting is fate. Why don't you show us the treasures we are going to sacrifice with blood?" The middle-aged man with a goatee laughed sinisterly.

Then he went to the center of the building with the two ninth-level Qi Condensation monks. At this time, blood mist had gathered around them. The blood mist went towards the direction of the three people and gradually merged into their bodies. The aura of the three people gradually rose, and slowly they broke through to the foundation-building stage one after another. Wang Yong looked at the blood mist around him and felt a little familiar, but he knew that this was not a sea of ​​blood but a trick done by the three people.

Right where the blood mist gathered, the ground slowly cracked open, revealing a pitch-black cave. Then a small ochre-colored bead floated out of it, hovering in front of everyone's eyes.

The three of them wanted to grab it, but now they were fighting on their own. Wang Yong looked at the khaki bead and felt the spiritual power fluctuations from it. It was just a fourth-grade low-grade magic weapon. It can be seen that this small tribe had produced foundation-building cultivators before, but now it has declined.

Wang Yong did not know the purpose of this khaki bead, but it could cause three people to slaughter their own people and force the blood sacrifice formation to open. The moment the khaki bead appeared, it caused three people to grab it and no one gave in. It was enough to show that this thing was not simple.

Wang Yong did not hesitate to see this. He waved his hand and sent out a spiritual eagle claw, which grabbed the khaki bead and was then broken by the three people.

Then the three people gave up grabbing the khaki bead and turned to look at Wang Yong.

The middle-aged man with a goatee looked at Wang Yong and said, "Senior, if you know what's good for you, you'd better stay here honestly. In this way, we will agree to leave you a whole body."

"Oh? Who gave you the courage to talk to me like this, this broken bead?" Wang Yong stopped what he was doing and said.

"Hehe, senior, why don't you feel the spiritual power in your body."

Wang Yong heard this and silently felt the spiritual power in his body, only to feel that the spiritual power was rapidly draining away.

"Feel it, right? In this formation, you are destined to be no match for us. Just hand over the storage bag and wait for our decision. Do you really think that you are a senior just because you call you a senior? You are just a young man." The middle-aged man with a goatee looked at Wang Yong and mocked him, while the two people beside him did not speak from beginning to end.