When Golden Finger Meets Salted Fish

What you pay attention to is all the illusion of the monks!

After Jiang Mo and the others agreed to the Sharkman's request, he raised his finger and condensed a water ball in front of him. Then he forced a drop of blood from his fingertips into it, and then distributed the water polo to the disciples of the Nine Nether Sect with a wave of his hand... This set of movements is so smooth, it seems that he has done it countless times. Everyone looked familiar, thinking that after he was captured, he clearly had the same experience.

For a moment, everyone felt very bad. Thinking of their old enemies, they looked at Yuren with unkind eyes.

On the other hand, Jiang Mo and the others were never bewitched by the Merman's blood, and kept calm enough when they saw the situation. When the Merman finished everything, they asked, "Is this all right? What else does the priest need to do?"

They probably didn't expect Jiang Mo and the others to be so "enthusiastic". After being slightly startled, Yuren replied subconsciously: "It's ok, but the number of people probably isn't enough."

Jiang Mo ignored the second half of his sentence, and stared at the merman with golden eyes: "The altar left by the merman really needs the blood of the merman to activate, and what you want is also the blood of the merman... You want us to go for you die!"

The merman's body stiffened slightly, and he turned his face away, not daring to look at her.

Jiang Mo didn't think much about it, and the rest of the people were even more calm. After all, they had enough experience, and all kinds of anecdotes and strange things in the cultivation world were commonplace. Zhu Baiyi ordered lightly: "Now you are ready, throw people down."

In an instant, the disciples of Jiuyou Sect who harbored malicious intentions cried for their father and mother. However, offering sacrifices is necessary, otherwise no one can leave alive, and it is natural that the dead friends will not die. So amidst the crowd begging for mercy, the monks mercilessly threw people onto the altar. According to the previous method of sacrificing monsters, they still haven't forgotten to make holes in these people.

Jiang Mo was very curious about the process of offering sacrifices, so he dragged Yun Qingyue into the air to watch. But the latter was obviously not interested in such **** things, and even wanted to cover Jiang Mo's eyes with his hands.

The eighty-two-year-old beast is still a cub, how can a cub watch such a **** scene, what if it is frightened?

Jiang Mo is very happy to get close to her senior sister, but this kind of closeness is fine, she doesn't want to be a cub forever in the other party's heart. In addition, she has a very special personality, and her fear of the unknown will far exceed the cruelty in front of her eyes. Instead of letting her listen to the miserable howls on the altar and give birth to endless brains, it is better to let her see what happened with her own eyes, so as not to worry about it .

Raising his hand and gently pulling down the hand covering his eyes, Jiang Mo smiled and said, "It's okay, I'll just take a look."

Yun Qingyue looked at her when she heard the words, and she also looked at her. The two held hands and didn't look at the situation on the altar below. Their eyes were on each other for a moment. Jiang Mo looked at himself reflected in those beautiful glass eyes, and even had the illusion that his senior sister's eyes were full of himself.

It was probably because Jiang Mo's gaze was too hot, Yun Qingyue took the initiative to break free from Jiang Mo's grasping hand, and stroked the hem of his clothes along the way: "It's up to you."

Jiang Mo pursed his lips and smiled, his mood suddenly brightened, and he didn't even want to look down at the altar to ruin his mood. But thinking of the reality, she felt that it was necessary to take a look, so she held back her impatience and looked down—although the altar sucked blood, the scene was not bloody, because the blood from everyone's wounds didn't even have time to spill out. Absorbed by the altar.

The first thing the altar absorbs is blood, which takes away the health of the people on the altar. Immediately, it began to absorb the flesh and blood of everyone, completely killing these sacrificers and taking their lives. But at this time, the sacrifice was not over yet, only one after another figures appeared on the altar, they were their souls. The soul is still ignorant when it is separated from the body, and those souls are also included in it in an instant...

This altar really **** the bones and **** the marrow. They eat whatever they have, and they don't even give them the chance to reincarnate. Although the scene was not bloody, seeing a group of people disappear in front of his eyes, Jiang Mo still felt a little afraid.

No matter what you say, Yuren only took a look at the color of the altar, and said seriously: "It's not enough."

The monks all heard this, and for a while, everyone's faces were extremely ugly, and then they discussed the possibility of capturing monsters for sacrifice.

At this time, Zhu Baiyi kicked the captured elder of Jiuyouzong, and said: "You have a high cultivation base, so you must have a lot of energy in your body. If you are thrown on the altar to sacrifice, I don't know how to do it." There are as many people as there are beasts."

When the great elder was captured, he had already thought of all kinds of sophistry, and he must not easily reveal the suzerain's important affairs. However, he had never been interrogated at the beginning, so he kept all his thoughts in his heart, and even felt uncomfortable. At this time, he had been taken to see the tragic scene of the sacrifice, and he was really frightened. Although his face did not change when he heard the words, his heart was really beating.

He didn't want to speak, but the primary purpose of Zhu Baiyi and others capturing him was obviously not to fill the altar. Seeing that he was silent, Zhu Baiyi kicked him again: "Do you have anything to say?"

The Great Elder remained silent and unmoved.

Zhu Baiyi didn't seem to be bothered to ask anymore. He had already drank the mermaid's blood just now, and everything was ready. So she raised her chin and said to the two watching monks beside her, "Okay, I can't ask anything, just throw him on the altar too, don't waste it."

The two monks belonged to the Red Blood Sect, so they didn't dare to make mistakes in front of "Elder Qi", and they really had the temperament to watch the excitement. Immediately agreed, and then stepped forward without hesitation to lift him up, and walked towards the altar with big strides.

The Great Elder is only under the control of others, he is not blind or deaf, so he can see the situation clearly - he thinks that he has a special status, and these people should at least be interrogated properly. Unexpectedly, this "Elder Qi" had no patience at all, so she asked a few questions without answering, and she was about to send herself to the altar!

Cultivators are the least afraid of death, and they are also the most afraid of death. If they were not afraid of death, they would not embark on this thorny road to longevity.

The Great Elder of the Nine Nether Sect is naturally afraid of death, and it doesn't matter if he dies elsewhere, he can immediately turn into a ghost cultivator with his skills. But dying on the altar will not do, this altar swallows everything, and he basically has no chance of turning into a ghost cultivator!

Finally, when he was carried to the altar by the two Scarlet Blood Sect disciples, the Great Elder saw that he was about to be thrown up as a sacrifice, and finally couldn't help but said: "Wait, you really let me die like this!" ?!"

Zhu Baiyi didn't move when he heard the words, and glanced over from a long distance: "Don't you have nothing to say, the sacrifice is coming soon, I don't have time to waste with you."

The Great Elder choked for a moment, and wanted to say why you are so impatient, interrogating prisoners is not how you interrogate them. However, before he could speak, the merman next to him had already reminded: "The sacrifice is halfway through, it's best not to waste time, just throw him up. He came to me and said a lot of things to me before, and I don't know what to do when I look back." tell you."

This merman looks innocent, but is actually quite cunning. When the two met, they also coaxed the elder to tell a lot of news.

At this moment, the Great Elder heard that he was making trouble, and that he was about to send himself to be sacrificed as soon as he opened his mouth, and he suddenly felt a sting in his heart. He turned his head to look at the merman, his eyes almost shattered: "You are a fish who knows what a fart, but you are so shameless here!"

Merman is also a prisoner, but his treatment is obviously much better than that of the Great Elder. At least these monks only said that they would send him to sacrifice, but in fact they did not move at all—the white tiger carried him to the altar to scare him. Not counting—plus, Merren is the favorite of the sea, and his personality is also arrogant. Hearing what the Great Elder said, he was so angry that he quarreled with him.

Zhu Baiyi didn't have time to listen to the nonsense of the two, so he said coolly: "If you keep talking, the two of you will be thrown up together to sacrifice."

When these words came out, the two who had been arguing non-stop seemed to be suddenly strangled by someone, and they fell silent all of a sudden.

Only then did Zhu Baiyi walk forward, a pair of beautiful eyes flicked across the two of them respectively, and asked the shark first: "I know he came to you to seek cooperation before, what did he want you to do at that time?"

The merman was originally only afraid of the white tiger, but after being suppressed by her blood, even though he was not of her identity, he was a little afraid. Not to mention that this woman is cruel, and she will throw him as a sacrifice if she disagrees with her. So he knew everything, and confessed without even a moment of hesitation: "He knew that I had a lot of monks arrested, and he asked me to kill all the other monks on the island, and then destroy this altar."

The cultivators who were able to board the ghost ship back then were not low in cultivation, and the disciples of the sect were even better than each other. If they can wipe out the Tianjiao of the other six sects, it will naturally be of great benefit to the Jiuyou Sect.

Zhu Baiyi was not surprised by this at all, but the Great Elder insisted on destroying the altar, which made her think a lot. She first looked at the old skeleton face of the Great Elder, then raised her eyes to look at the tall altar behind him, and finally asked: "I don't know what kind of material this altar is made of, it looks like a stone barrier, but I hit it with all my strength." But it hasn't been damaged at all." She looked at the elder who was not surprised, and continued to ask: "I don't know what means you have to destroy this indestructible altar?"

The Great Elder was very surprised when he heard it at the end. It seemed that he didn't expect that the first question Zhu Baiyi asked was this. Therefore, he only hesitated for a moment, and didn't think there was anything he couldn't say, so he took out the sealed porcelain bottle from the storage ring: "Use it."

Zhu Baiyi took it over, and there was still resentment when he took the shade, obviously there was nothing good in it.