Chapter 5344

The rosefinch hall rotated, and these inheritors soon went to another palace.

Their journey has just begun.

The primordial stars are just the starting point. Their road is still long, but they are close to the place where the dream began.

Ten thousand years passed in an instant.

Four secret places.

Land boundary.

Wild places.

Great Xia ancient country!

In a wild mountain range, a blood sacrifice is being held.

The scarlet flame rose, making everything in the valley extremely strange.

On the altar, several masked monks in red were maintaining order.

Because in addition to them, there are tens of thousands of Taoists and countless secular practitioners also gathered here.

And they are the objects of blood sacrifice.

"Little Lord, everything is ready!" The messenger in red said respectfully.

A black armored masked man with no breath hidden in the mountain slowly walked out of the void. Just a look made these red robed deacons tremble.

Although it is only in the recent millennium that they began to follow the little patriarch, they are extremely afraid of the little patriarch.

Because this young patriarch has sacrificed countless Taoist princes for thousands of years, and he has never let go of ordinary customs. His combat power is unfathomable.

Once killed a second-order emperor instantly, so that the other party had no chance to fight back.

"Let's start!" Black armor masked little Lord's voice was deep but extremely cold.

The monks imprisoned below looked at the red robed deacon above angrily, especially when they saw the black armor little patriarch, they hated into the bone marrow.

"Why do you imprison me? I'm the ninth Prince of Daxia. You're looking for death!"

A tall and resolute young man roared. His strength was also the strongest among these people, and he had reached the level of a half step emperor.

But here, any red robed deacon is comparable to the existence of the emperor, and they can't resist at all.

The little patriarch standing at the top heard this sentence, his eyes moved, and he seemed to think of something funny. His arms were slightly raised, and his fingers moved.

The red robed deacon behind him, instantly understood, slapped it, turned into black fog, and instantly wrapped the young man who claimed to be the ninth Prince of Daxia.

The black fog wrapped the nine princes, but in a flash, it came to the little patriarch.

"The ninth Prince of Daxia, it's interesting. I heard that you Daxia are going to attack mura on a large scale, but it's true!" The voice of the little Lord heijia was very ponderous, and he didn't take the person in front of him seriously at all, just like looking at a prey.

At first, the ninth prince was still very tough. After all, he was the ninth Prince of Daxia. He was in a high position since childhood and was used to overwhelming others.

But when he arrived in front of the black armour little Lord, he didn't know how it would happen, and he couldn't be stiff anymore. His eyes also leaked fear, and his heart shrank into a ball.

Originally, I didn't want to answer, but when I saw that pair of cold eyes, I hesitated and said, "yes, there is such a thing!"

"Exterminate demon sect? The name of this campaign is very consistent with the will of heaven!" The black armor little patriarch stretched out his claw and directly pinched the head of the nine princes of Da Xia. In an instant, countless pictures came into his mind.

After almost three breaths, the black armor little Lord slowly released his hand.

It's just that the man in his hand has turned into a corpse.

The source, the divine body, and even the memory and his practice Kung Fu were all wiped out, leaving a withered body.

"From now on, I am him, the ninth Prince of the ancient kingdom of the great Xia: Xia mangguan jade!"

As soon as the words fell, the deacon in red formally opened the blood sacrifice array.

Countless people were transported to the altar.

Everyone's face was full of death.

The territory is too chaotic. Demons perform blood sacrifices every day, and wars continue between major ancient countries. The environment of monks is very bad. Even some sects that have been inherited for hundreds of millions of years may fall out overnight.

Even the temple where the gods are stationed will be attacked.

Not to mention them.

"Am I going to die?" A teenager said to himself.

His face was not dead, but worried.

The red robed deacon shouted, "hurry, pour God's blood into it, and God crystal, don't stop for a moment!"! “

When these people were busy, the little Lord was surrounded by his hands, suspended in the air, how high from the ground, quietly watching all this.

God's blood pours in, and heaven and earth fade.

Countless people surged in it, and the boy wiped the blood on his face. He tried his best to endure the weakness of his body, holding a puppet with a name engraved on it.

It should be a girl by name.

That's his sister.

Two people depend on each other for their lives. He is just a secular in the period of physical training. If he wants to survive in the earth, he must have a backer.

In order to support his younger sister, he worked as a coolie in a secular sect. He thought he was a backer, but finally the sect was implicated. Everyone from the sect leader to the disciples was looted here.

"It's okay if I die, but my sister is still young!" The boy's eyes were red, and tears flowed out at the next moment.

He is not afraid of death. He is afraid that he will die and no one will protect his sister.

The clan was destroyed, and his sister was still waiting for him to go home in the back mountain, but he couldn't go back now, never again.

With the blood boiling, the boy gradually softened to the altar.

Although his strength was weak, his willpower was terrible, and he was able to fall with those Mahayana monks.

Poop!

When I fell down, I thought of the scenes of my childhood in the blur of blood and tears.

In a small courtyard, my father was a hunter. He went up the mountain to hunt and feed his family. He was also nourished, and he was still an only son.

As a child, my father brought back my sister on the mountain.

"Xiao Fan, you have a sister!"

"Xiao Fan, you should remember that you are a man. You should protect your sister and mother. Come, pick up the knife and continue to practice!"

Then the wild animals attacked the village, and the parents rushed into the animal tide in order to protect him and his sister.

"Xiao Fan..."

The two brothers and sisters left their homes and begged all the way for a living.

Fortunately, he practiced martial arts since childhood. Whether he was a coolie or a domestic slave, he had a bite to eat.

But now without him, what should I do!

"Brother, go home!"

When the boy closed his eyes, the last scene was his sister standing at the gate of the fence yard, holding a bowl of water, waiting for him to go home.

People kept falling down in the altar.

Now even the earth immortals have fallen, and then the celestial immortals, as well as the Daojun strong among the celestial immortals.

The strength of the territory is divided according to the name of the most ancient times.

Da Yan Xian is a celestial being in the earth, Yan Xian is a celestial being, and the Mahayana period is the ancestral realm.

The Lord of mortals is also mortal Mahayana.

Black armor young master, his eyes changed, a touch of surprise leaked, and turned his head to the north.

This scene startled the deacon in red.

The little Lord was fearless. Even he was startled. Could it be said that a powerful emperor came.