Blood God Cult!

The sect in the area where Yan Feng is located is the Blood God Cult, and the person in charge is one of the Holy Sons of the Blood God Cult, the Holy Son Cult!

As the Holy Son of the Blood God Sect, although the Holy Son Qi's cultivation level is not as good as that of many elders in the Sect, his potential has been absolutely verified because he is a Holy Son.

In time, we will inevitably become the overlord of one side and even compete for the position of leader.

Therefore, even if the cultivation level is not enough, as a saint, he is still photographed as a saint who can control one side.

At this moment, the Holy Son was crying, and was patrolling each level alone.

Inside her eyes, there was a black and purple mist.

This mist is no stranger!

Anyone who is controlled by the art of inner demons will have such mist in his eyes!

At this moment... a voice came from behind the Shengshen Crying.

"The Holy Son Cry?"

As soon as the words fell, the Holy Son cried before he turned around, three black swords appeared from him and took action in an instant!

However, before the sword touched Yan Feng's body, the three black swords dissipated.

After all... Shengziqi's cultivation is comparable to Yan Feng's strength.

That is the gap between heaven and earth, and the gap between heaven and earth is impossible to cross at all!

The next moment, Yan Feng had already arrived behind him.

A hand was placed on his shoulder in an instant.

"I borrow your body for you."

The Holy Son cried, and there was horror on his face, followed by madness, and there was a madness in his eyes, but then there was a look of pain...

However, the pain lasted for three breaths, and then the Yan Feng behind him disappeared.

The Holy Son cries or the Holy Son cries!

There was still a dark purple mist in those eyes.

However, the color in those eyes was no longer the original Holy Son cry. The Holy Son cry at this moment was Yan Feng!

The moment he controlled the Holy Son's crying, Yan Feng instantly swept his sea of ​​consciousness completely... There was something that surprised Yan Feng.

That is the Holy Son crying... He actually admires the saint who loves the Saint Li Buddhism!

And the saint of Li Sheng Buddhism is Ye Shiyu!

"This is even what you do for Qingyao."

Yan Feng took a deep breath...

I sorted out the information I got from the memory of the Holy Son Qi. In the memory of the Holy Son Qi, Yan Feng knew that all the people who control the area needed to enter the headquarters of the Youluo Land every three days to report.

Yesterday, the Holy Son Cry had already reported it.

In other words, if you want to enter the land of seclusion again, you need to wait until the third day.

"The Holy Son Crying", he looked up at the sky above the fallen land. The cloud altar was still condensing and flowing at this moment.

At this moment, a demon clan trotted towards the "Saint Son Cry", and his eyes were also filled with black and purple mist.

"See Your Highness the Holy Son!"

This demon clan fell to one knee when he came up, and his words were absolutely respectful.

After all, the Holy Son... this may become the next leader, so naturally he dare not take it slowly.

"What's the matter."

Yan Feng spoke lightly and said in the tone of the crying of the Holy Son.

"Your Highness the Holy Son is about to be sent to the holy land. The tribe members who are required to be sacrificed tomorrow have been selected and prepared. They are staying at this moment. Please ask His Highness the Holy Son to go and check it."

With a slight thought in Yan Feng's eyes, he found this part of the memory in the mind of Shengziqi.

That cloud altar, sacrifices to exchange spirits!

It is made of the blood of the demons and is made of this!

I want to use the blood power of soaring into the sky to break through the chaos, so that I can echo the long river of time in the chaos.

Every day, a large number of tribe members die.

So it also needs to be replaced.

Today is the first day, and the tribe members who are sacrificing blood were selected yesterday.

Today is to send tomorrow's one.

This inner demon...is indeed cruel enough!

Because Yan Feng learned about this, when the Yuntan is completed, at least more than tens of millions of demons will be required to die.

The soul is gone!

After thinking for a little, Yan Feng walked according to the terrain in the memory of the Holy Son Chi.

After a cup of tea!

This is a vast black stone rock land. On the rock land, there are only a few simple pavilions, which are temporary.

On this rock land that is thousands of feet wide, there are tens of thousands of people in the Blood God Sect, who are guarding all sides with weapons.

When he saw Yan Feng coming, he turned his body one by one and lowered his head to show respect.

Without exception... there is a black purple mist in the eyes!

This inner demon's heart control technique...even Yan Feng was shocked at this moment.

Yan Feng glanced at him and could see that there were a thousand people on this rock land, arranged in sequence.

All of these people have no cultivation.

It is obvious that they are all ordinary demons...

In the eyes of these people... there is a black and purple light, but under that light, it is hot!

There is a man in a black robe standing in the strongest place of this group of people.

When the man saw Yan Feng, he immediately came up. There was no black purple mist in the eyes of the man in black robe...

"His Son, this is the tribe member I have selected here."

One point is the group of demons, and the man in black robe has pride in his words.

Yan Feng knew from the memory of Shengzi Qi that there were thousands of people in black robe scattered in various major areas. Anyway, all the people in the Demon Realm gathered in this radius of thousands of miles, enough for them to choose.

These people only do one thing, pick out the tribe members they think meet the conditions for blood sacrifice and send them to the Land of Youluo!

These men in black robe... are naturally also subordinates of the person who presided over the cloud hall!

These people... are also absolutely faithful demons, otherwise they would not be given freedom.

Yan Feng swept over these tribe members. It was obvious that these people were all controlled, and there was no fear in their eyes, but they were all hot.

A passion for death...!

"Thank you for your hard work."

"What is the saying of His Highness the Holy Son? You and I are all serving the Demon Lord, so why do you have the hard work?"

The man in black robe laughed a few times. Yan Feng was now in the identity of the Holy Son Crying, so he naturally laughed.

"Since the Son of the Holy Son has seen it, please hand over these people to me and send hundreds of people to escort them."

“That’s natural.”

Yan Feng smiled faintly and waved his hand, and a hundred people suddenly walked out of the church members who followed behind him, standing on both sides of the tribe members who were about to be sent to the blood sacrifice.

"The time for the establishment of the altar is urgent, so I will not disturb His Highness the Son here, say goodbye,"

The man in black robe looked at the Blood God Cult coming up, and looked very satisfied and bowed to Yan Feng.

"Your Excellency, go slowly."

Yan Feng bowed slightly, and then the man in black robe took the thousands of people away.

Yan Feng looked at the person who left... and glanced around him. All the Blood God Cult members had a dark purple light in those eyes!
Chapter completed!