Chapter 71: Sacrifice

"Today is the day of the kid's sacrifice!"
"In order to bring back the kid, even Yan Daren has sacrificed."
"Oh, but after today, not only the dark tomb, but even the entire spiritual source outside the dark tomb will belong to the tomb."
"Unfortunately, the sacrifice should have begun now, but we can't leave here."
Listening to the voice outside, Qin ink finger is a stiff, the front of the refining pharmaceutical liquefaction made a pool of black water, but Qin Mo did not care about the liquid in front of him, the brow wrinkled, the face of Wen Laotou immediately covered with wrinkles, The gaze is focused on the herb, and it seems to be inadvertently opening: "What is the sacrifice?"
The two of them spoke a word, one of them looked up and down a bit of Qin Mo, and brought a bit of intolerance in the tone, cried: "Wen old man, you really are too old, this problem I have explained to you a few days ago. Clear."
However, the man was obviously in a good mood. He only complained casually, and then a smile appeared on his face. The eyes were excited and explained with excitement: "The sacrifice is to sacrifice the blood and life to untie the seal on the altar. Release the gods that have been sleeping for a long time."
Speaking of the word "spirit", his face showed a kind of fanaticism, and he glanced at the non-reactive Qin ink. Then he said: "This time the sacrifice is the adult who went to grab the kid. Well, that is, the kid who has been living next to you. It is a glory to be sacrificed, and the kid should be content."
In front of Qin Mo, he used the iron plate in his hand to turn to the ashes. He held the black ash in his hand. Qin Mo’s eyes were low, and the ink covered his expression at the moment. He couldn’t hear the emotional voice from his direction: "Where is the sacrifice going?"
"Of course it is the Blackrock Cave. Everyone in the tomb is supposed to be there." The man's tone was somewhat perfunctory, and he was obviously dissatisfied with the inability to attend the sacrifice.
"Okay." Quiet for a moment, the voice of Qin ink came again.
"What do you say?" The man was somewhat intolerant. When he looked in the direction of Qin Mo, he saw that the "warm old man" looked dark and dark, and there was no emotion in the depths of the pupil. Some white hair was long after the body, and there was no wind.
He looked at Qin Mo, and lost his ability to speak for a moment. He only looked at Qin Mo’s hand and suddenly appeared a long sword, and squatted at him.
The man's pupils tightened, and the Yuanshen force boiled out, forming an invisible barrier around the body.
A sword spurt at a sharp speed, and then directly blasted the Yuan Shenli barrier, only heard a crisp burst, the man's power barrier in front of him was instantly defeated.
After smashing the barrier, the sword was not weakened, and it suddenly became bigger, tearing the surrounding air and squatting against the man.
Faced with such a fierce sword, the man's body was in a stalemate, and he could only watch as he was split into two halves.
"Looking for death!" Another man saw his companion in an instant and was smashed by Qin Mo, under the sword, and sighed in his mouth. His body stepped into a light and shadow and ran toward Qinmo.
Qin Mo's eyes were slightly cold, his palms were gripped, and the long sword was faintly cold, and he smashed the past.
When the two bodies were in the wrong shape, Qin Mo’s long sword directly smashed the man’s attack and slammed into the man’s chest.
The man was in a stalemate, and a blood spurted out of his mouth. When the body trembled, he slowly fell to the ground.
Looking at the two bodies on the ground, Qin Mo gently breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that the tomb has not put the strength of the old man in the eye. The strength of these two people is much lower than the strength of the former Soviet Union.
When I thought of Wen Laotou, Qin Mo’s eyes glanced at him. He finally knew why the attitude of the old man was abnormal. The old man was ready to die for him.
When Qin Mo’s foot moved, he would leave here. After passing through the bodies of the two men, his eyes swept over the special marks on the robe of the two men. The footsteps were paused, and one of them was taken off and dressed casually. The figure flashed. Go outside the tomb.
The entire cemetery was very quiet. Qin Mo only saw some of the servants who were responsible for cleaning the servants. He looked awkward and it seemed that the cemetery attached great importance to the sacrifice.
The look of the indifferent sweep of them, Qin ink footsteps, the body shape turned into a light, disappeared here.
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Beside the volcano in the middle of the Black Rock Cave, the gravel that had originally been destroyed by the volcano has been cleared, revealing the old altar.
Even if it was previously attacked by boulder, the altar was still intact, and the four stone pillars around it remained safely. The middle stone tablet stood still in the same place. Even the huge gap caused by Qin ink had healed at this time and could not see any trace of destruction. .
Before everyone smashed the altar, the eyes were solemn, the look was respectful, and seemed to wait for something.
In front of the crowd, Qin Mo once saw a mysterious man in the stone chamber of the tomb. At this moment, he was wearing a black coat, and a huge hat covered his head. He could only see a little red light from his hat.
On the ground, he said something low in his mouth. After a long time, he stood up straight and looked at the stone monument in the middle of the altar. His eyes flashed through the hues, and the hoarse horror sounded from his voice: "Bring people up. ""
The low-low response sound came from the side: "Yes, the owner." The voice just fell, and a black shadow flashed around him.
"Hey, hey." The loud sound of the air slowly dispersed, and a white figure was pulled over. His hands and feet were locked by chains, and a long chain was held around his neck by the person in front.
Looking at this scene, the people in the crowd are constantly rioting on the body of the gods. It seems that they can rush out of the body in the next moment. If the attention of the surrounding people is concentrated on the "Qin Mo" body, he has already discovered his abnormality.
"Wait again, they are here." The old man of the gold pen succumbed to control the hands of Lin Zi, and his eyes looked suspiciously to the front of "Qin Mo". Isn't the seal only broken by his reincarnation? Thinking about it, he glanced at Lin Ziwei.
Looking at the side of the wolf, the white figure, the head of the house evoked, and immediately laughed loudly, the voice was hoarse, but everyone could hear his pride.
"Ha ha ha, waited, finally let me wait!" The voice did not fall, the head of the house stepped out, the light flashed in the hand, a sharp knife appeared in his hand. Holding a sharp knife, he did not hesitate to pass his hand.
The bright red blood slowly overflowed from the palm of the hand, and the head of the house evoked, and then the hand was printed on the altar.
When the blood fell on the altar, the quiet magma suddenly boiled up from the bottom, and it continued to spread from the bottom, forming a long bridge in the air and passing directly above the altar.
"Oh..." At this moment, the flaming magma was all dumped on the altar, covering the surface of the altar and forming a fiery red magma surface.
"Go up." Looking at the magma, the head of the house was excited and his fingers trembled, and he could not control his emotions.
On one side, "Qin Mo" was stiff and his eyes were empty and empty. When he heard the order of the owner, he lifted his foot and stepped out on the magma.
Seeing this scene, Lin Zikai’s body riots directly broke away from the old man of the golden pen. When he was in shape, he would go to the altar in front.
Looking at the hands of Lin Zikai, the old man in the golden pen has a bright light, and muttered: "I have accepted the inheritance before, is it already awakened?"
Wen Qing quietly squatted aside and heard the old man of the golden pen, his eyes flashed.
"Oh." At this moment, the impact sound came, an invisible light wall appeared in front of "Qin Mo", that force directly
He knocked him off the altar.
"Who is this?" Seeing this scene, the head of the government suddenly changed his face and looked gloomy to the front.
The sound of breaking the wind came, and a figure appeared next to "Qin Mo". He wore dirty and worn clothes, and his face was wrinkled. It was the exchange of the appearance of Qin Mo with Wen Laotou.
Did not answer the question of the owner, Qin Mo leaned over and raised the old man on the ground, his brow wrinkled, watching him look like a wolf at the moment, whispered: "Why didn't you tell me?"
Was helped by Qin Mo, Wen Laotou still has a hollow eyes, no eyes, no answer to Qin Mo.
"It's useless." The lord smirked and laughed. He slammed his sleeves and snorted. He ignored his eyes like cockroaches, and the red light flashed in his eyes. He said: "On!"
His voice just fell, Wen old man moved, he first waved a palm to the chest of Qin ink, will be unprepared for Qin ink to land, he stubbornly stood up and continued to walk above the altar.
"Master brother." Lin Ziyu's eyes were red, his body shape turned into a light and shadow, and he came directly to the front of Wen Laotou. The palm of his hand stretched out and stopped the old man.
"Hey, come one more." Looking at the old man who was completely blocked by the old man, the owner sneered, and his fingertips moved, and a black-red light slid through the air silently, hitting the past against Lin Zikai.
Seeing this light, Qin ink face condensed, calling out the voice to blurt out: "Lin Zikai." So screaming, his heart moved, a long sword in his hand formed, smashed the two black and red light.
"Hey." The sound of the broken altar was spread, and the long sword in Qin Mo’s hand instantly lost all the light and dissipated the air. The two long lines of black and red continued to shoot in the direction of Lin Zikai.
Hearing the voice of Qin Mo, feeling the familiarity of the waves in his long sword, Lin Ziwei has stopped the warm old man's movements, and his eyes swept over Qin Mo.
At the same time, the figure flashed to the side, and a long stick appeared in his hand. Unlike the previous one, the long stick was full of dazzling golden light, and the power fluctuations also strengthened.
With a long stick in his hand, he hit the two red blood rays. The muffled sound slowly spread out, and the long stick disappeared into the air together with the long black and red lines.
And when Lin Zikai let go of his hand, Wen’s old man stepped up and walked directly onto the altar.
At the moment when the old man stepped on the altar, the stone pillars around the altar violently radiated, and the surface of a magma slowly emerged. The huge transparent film appeared out of thin air, and the entire altar of swords was covered.
Qin Mo's hole was tightened, and the surface was white, and the sound was somewhat unstable: "Warm old man!" At the same time, the figure quickly smashed out, and the sword in his hand smashed toward the film.
When a sword hit, the film was not damaged at all, and it still shrouded the entire altar and blocked everyone.
The head of the house and the rest of the cemetery are all focused on the old man on the altar. The face is full of fanaticism, and there is no intention of Qin and ink movements. After all, it is important for them to unlock the seal.
Qin Mo’s eyes were dark and he looked at the old man who was burnt by the magma and his feet were cold. He was holding the sword in his hand and shouted:
Breaking the sword.

"Boom!" Under this powerful attack, the entire film swayed, and there was a faint flash of red light, but it remained firmly in place.
Feeling the enchantment of the enchantment, I have been paying attention to the brows of Wen Laotou’s main brow, and his eyes shifted to Qin Mo’s body. He looked at his plain appearance and snorted:
I’m looking down on you.

As if the real body of the gods, the main body spread out, and the pressure came out. The heads of the cemetery behind him all sagged slightly, and the face was horrified.
The owner slowly said: "If the grasshopper is always swearing, it is still good to shoot."
With that said, he slowly extended his right hand, and the right hand flashed, and the unusually strong atmosphere floated, and his right hand rose, and he took a random shot in the direction of Qin Mo.
The ray of light gathered into a huge palm, like a giant mountain, pressed against Qin ink.
The body of Qin Mo quickly receded, and the eyes flashed in the eyes. The long sword floated on the chest, and the surrounding air began to tremble. He stared at the huge palm of the hand. Qin Mo’s tone was awe-inspiring:
The wind is cloudy.

The air around Qin Mo shrank, and Lin Zi’s figure appeared next to Qin Mo, standing side by side with him.
His whole body flashed, and the golden stick of the long stick in his hand rushed. Under his movement, the stick suddenly became bigger, as if he could poke the sky. Lin Zikai’s hand was strong and the stick screamed out.
In the air, Qin Mo Jianguang, and Lin Zikai's long sticks on the golden light interact with each other, and the faint ambiguity seems to merge together.
Jianguang, the giant stick and the light palm slammed together, the junction was silent, and did not make a huge noise like other people thought. The next moment, the air shrank slightly, and a small black hole appeared in the air.
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"Hey!" The sullen, loud sound broke out in the middle, and the dazzling black light shone from the middle.
I was photographed by this light, and a few people were pale and spit out a blood.
The light slowly spread out, revealing the figure. The black hat on the head of the house was unveiled in the battle, revealing that he did not see the face of the day.
There was a strange white light on his face, his eyes were scarlet, his jaw bulging, forming a strange arc, like a goblin.
He first glanced at the altar and saw that it was intact. Wen’s old man was still walking towards the middle stone monument, and he was relieved. Then I looked at Qin Mo and Lin Zizhen in front, and the tone was gloomy: "How do you want to die?"