Unrivaled in Immortality

At this moment, there were dots of light in the depths of the dark cave.

There were corpses lying in all directions on the large square.

Wang Yong looked at the fallen red-faced man and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

Although he was able to crush everyone, Wang Yong still felt a little tired. He was not seriously injured. They were all superficial injuries left by a few people at the end, and he didn't even bleed.

Wang Yong came to the red-faced man, picked up the crescent-shaped knife that fell on the ground, and then pulled one of the red-faced man's legs towards the center of the square.

Throwing his body in the center of the square, Wang Yong put down the crescent-shaped knife, looking at the corpses lying around, he threw some relatively intact corpses to the center of the square, and soon they piled up like a hill.

Wang Yong didn't care about the corpses that were already stuck to the ground, because the blood of those people must have been discharged from the body and absorbed by the blood sacrifice array.

Wang Yong held the crescent blade in his hand, looked at the pile of corpses in front of him, then jumped high, and then slashed down with the crescent blade.

After several times, the hill collapsed, and blood and flesh were densely covered on it. Wang Yong stopped.

At this time, blood-colored lines began to appear on the ground, and the blood sacrifice array was activated.

Watching the blood slowly seep down, the power of the blood sacrifice array became stronger and stronger, and Wang Yong nodded with satisfaction.

Then he found a clean place to sit cross-legged and wait quietly.

Wang Yong looked calm at the scene in front of him, as if nothing could shake his heart.

As time passed, the blood-colored lines on the ground became brighter and brighter, and began to compete with the array on the ground.

Wang Yong saw this situation and guessed that this time should not be too short, so he closed his eyes and rested.

Ah Shan was still in a coma at this moment...

Gradually, the blood sacrifice array and the array arranged on the ground consumed each other, and the pattern formed by the blood sacrifice array gradually became dim, and the array on the ground was also consumed a lot, and it was obvious that it had lost its original power.

Wang Yong slowly opened his eyes, then came to the pile of minced meat with the crescent-shaped knife in hand, and then slashed back and forth, and the meat pieces became minced meat, and blood flowed down the meat mountain. The blood-colored pattern suddenly glowed red, and Wang Yong was not surprised by this.

Gradually, cracks began to appear on the ground. Seeing this, Wang Yong did not dare to stay too long and retreated to the edge of the square.

Looking at the increasing number of cracks in the center of the square, Wang Yong's face also showed a bit of nervousness.

That is the inheritance of the Jindan cultivator... Even a Jindan cultivator would be tempted, not to mention that Wang Yong is still a small cultivator in the early stage of foundation building.

With a sound of "bang, bang, bang", the ground in the central area began to collapse. After a moment, it collapsed and left a circular pit. The blood sacrifice array was also exhausted at this moment, and the blood-colored light curtain gradually disappeared.

Seeing this, Wang Yong forced himself to suppress his excitement. He came to Ashan and picked up Ashan and walked towards the center of the square.

When Wang Yong came to the edge of the circular pit, he first looked around, and then looked down. He saw a dark circular cave below. Wang Yong saw nothing else.

Wang Yong frowned, and finally hesitated for a while and jumped down with Ashan.

After jumping in, Wang Yong stabilized his body, carried Ashan to an open space, and put Ashan down.

"Pah, pah, pah"

"Ashan, wake up..."

"Uh..." Ashan woke up slowly and opened his eyes slowly. At this moment, his mind was like a ball of paste.

Ashan slowly got up, rubbed his face, and slowly looked around.

He just slowly asked, "Where are we now? Why does my face hurt so much?"

"The formation has been broken. We are now underground. Can you feel anything strange?" Wang Yong looked at Ashan and said, without explaining why Ashan's face hurt.

Ashan was shocked when he heard this.

"Broken? How did it break? And why did I faint, brother Wang Yong?" Ashan asked a series of questions again.

Wang Yong frowned slightly and explained, "I don't know either. The formation was broken while those people were fighting, and you suddenly fainted."

"Oh, where are those people?" Ashan asked.

"Gone." Wang Yong became a little impatient.

Seeing that Ashan was about to speak, Wang Yong hurriedly stopped him.

"Don't ask first. Feel where there is something strange first. It will be bad if those people come back later." Wang Yong showed a bit of anxiety.

Ashan also forced himself to suppress the doubts in his heart when he heard this. He closed his eyes and began to feel.

After a while, Ashan opened his eyes and pointed to the middle of the pit and said, "Over there."

"Let's go." Wang Yong pulled Ashan over there.

Ashan looked at Wang Yong and didn't understand why he was so anxious. He thought it might be because he was afraid that those people would come back.

The two came to the center of the pit and saw that this place was indeed different from other places. There were lines carved on the ground here. Wang Yong felt like an altar, but the altars were obviously built on high places. This was the first time Wang Yong had seen one built underground.

The two stepped onto the altar and saw a fist-sized pit in the middle. Looking at the pit, the two looked at each other and fell into deep thought.

Wang Yong's eyes lit up and suddenly said, "Why don't you try dripping some blood?"

Ashan nodded and took out a dagger from his arms. This time, Wang Yong didn't need to do it. He took the initiative to cut the dagger across his palm, and blood dripped from his palm into the fist-sized pit.

The moment they touched, the lines on the ground glowed red, and Ashan and Wang Yong smiled.

Gradually, the blood spread around, and Ashan's face became paler and paler.

"Brother Wang Yong, I can't hold on any longer." Ashan felt dizzy and wanted to pull his hand back.

Wang Yong stepped forward, held Ashan down and comforted him, "Hold on, you'll succeed soon."

In fact, the lines were only about half bright now.

"Ashan's body is still too weak. If he was stronger, his blood and qi would be more sufficient, and he wouldn't feel dizzy at all if he bleed a little bit." Wang Yong sighed.

Looking at Ashan, who was pressed under him, he closed his eyes and looked pale, and his right hand was placed in the fist-sized hole, and blood dripped down his palm.

Seeing this, Wang Yong picked up the dagger and slashed at Ashan's right wrist. Ashan immediately screamed: "Ah!!!"

"Brother Wang Yong, what are you doing? I will die." Ashan looked at Wang Yong and tried to struggle to get up.

"Shut up." Wang Yong shouted angrily, then stepped on him, stabbed the dagger into his palm and sank it into the ground, fixing Ashan's right hand in the hole.