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Chapter 538: Refining Tian Ge Talisman, Blood Sacrifice(2/2)

When the blood runes are close to each other, they will be bounced away one after another.

Then Cui Chen ignored the power of confinement in the void and calmly put the scroll in his hand into his sleeve.

Then he raised his head and looked at the blood-colored passage that had completely taken shape. With a vertical movement, he took the initiative to fly in...

At the same time, somewhere in the Feiling Tribe, on a huge altar that was filled with fishy smell and shrouded in blood-red mist, more than a dozen figures appeared looming on it. Most of the monks had a pair of wings on their backs, and they were obviously Feiling.

There are only two monks from the clan, except for two people, who are obviously from other clans.

But what is strange is that these Feiling monks behave like two foreigners.

At first glance, the two aliens looked somewhat similar to the human race. One was tall and handsome, with a silver horn on his head, as if he were a young man in his thirties. The other had long red hair reaching to his waist.

It has fish eyes, its cheeks have light scales like fish scales, and it is wearing green animal skin.

The two men were chanting incantations while controlling a giant magic circle under their feet that flashed with a faint blood light.

You can find it if you look carefully.

The shape of this array is strikingly the same as the bloody light array that appeared on the fifth floor of the Abyss.

Under the altar, there is a huge lake filled with blood-red liquid. Looking from a distance, the lake is not very wide, and it looks like it can't end at a glance.

In this lake, there are still white skeletons floating around, of different races and sizes, densely packed all over the lake, giving people a creepy feeling.

But at this moment, voices of surprise and surprise suddenly sounded from the altar: "I have sensed its existence, but I didn't expect that this summoning of the Xuantian Spirit-Slaying Sword would be so unexpected."

The one who spoke was the young man with one horn.

Before he finished speaking, the fish-eyed man standing next to him also had a smile on his face and said: "Brother Yao Xian is right, I have also sensed it, and this treasure has been captured by the formation and will come out soon."

Their conversation was also heard by the Feiling monks behind them. They all raised their heads and cast their gazes on the black hole in the blood cloud.

The next moment, a golden thunder light suddenly shot out from the black hole, and then suddenly stopped in mid-air. After the light disappeared, a burly figure was revealed. This person was Cui Chen who came over on his own initiative.

He glanced at the people on the altar, but after seeing that they were all in the Fusion stage, he didn't care. However, when he turned his eyes and saw the blood lake below, he finally showed a satisfied look.

Isn't this why he came here on this trip?

Without saying a word, he immediately shook his sleeves and robe, and a black light flew out, transforming into another Cui Chen.

The demonic clone also set his sights on the blood lake, and laughed in surprise: "It is such a chance that I will break through the Mahayana today, hahahaha..."

With that said, the light escaped and plunged straight into the blood.

Immediately afterwards, a whirlpool appeared where the demonic clone fell into the water, and the lake surface began to drop at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was obvious that the blood and water had been swallowed and absorbed by the demonic clone.

Opposite, the two monks from the Jiaochi Clan and the Sea King Clan had frowned. Based on their knowledge, they naturally recognized that the person who came was a Mahayana monk, and they were still holding their summoning objects in their hands.

"Now we are in trouble. The Xuantian Spirit-Slaying Sword has been obtained by the other party." The one-horned young man's face darkened and he spoke to the fish-eyed monk.

"So what? The third-ranked Xuantian Spirit-Slaying Sword must not be lost. Anyone who dares to refuse to hand over this sword will be wiped out by the two clans of you and me." A cold light flashed in the dead fish-eyed monk's eyes.
Chapter completed!
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