Necropolis Immortal

Lu Yun himself did not expect that the slaughter of Xuan Wu Tian soldiers was so horrible. In the blink of an eye, he slaughtered the people of the Ge family.

If the Ba family had not been expelled, only one Ba Chu was left to serve here, I am afraid that this Xuanshui City Ba family would be annihilated along with the door.

After the slaughter of the people of the Ge family, the killing of the remaining 99 Xuan Wutian soldiers instantly dispersed and returned to Lu Yun in an orderly manner.

At this moment, every drop of blood continues to drip from them.

A total of 101 Xuan Wutian soldiers arrived. In addition to 100 Xuan Wutian soldiers from the Kindan realm, there is also a hundred chiefs from the Yuantan realm, called the Phantom Slaughter.

Just now, it was a sword slaughtered, chopping off the powerful Numen of the Ge family.

Though the mighty one of the Numen was blinded by the illusion of the Fantasy, it was enough to see the power of the Unholy Massacre to slaughter him with one sword.

“Let's go. ”

Lu Yun took a deep look at these Xuan Wu Tian soldiers. His color is somewhat complicated. Lu Yun wondered whether it was right or wrong to let these Xuan Wu Tian soldiers become his private soldiers. Xuan Wu Tianjun is a horrible double-edged sword and must not be easily reused.

Xuan Wutian soldier silently lifted the bodies of two of his dead companions, followed Lu Yun and left.

“Xuan Wu Tianbing, it is true that his name is true! ”

Lu Yuanhou, who had been hiding in the dark, finally came out, and his face was slightly pale.

“It's a bunch of butchers! ”

The wind also muttered.

At the end of the day, people like Wind and Lu Yuanhou, although they are all from the Evil Sky, have also killed people... but like this bloody massacre, it is the first time I have seen them.

“Lu Yun is with these Xuan Wutian soldiers, I'm afraid it won't be easy to deal with. ”

The wind has become a little ugly.

“Lu Yun, I will not slaughter you… I swear I will not stop! ”

Lu Yuanhou bites his teeth, and the one in Xuanzhou City beats him so hard that Lu Yuanhou's face is lost. Even if Lu Yuanhou now designs the maid of Lu Yun as a sacrifice of the Great Xuanhe Festival, his hatred cannot be dispelled.

“Are you going to kill Lu Yun? ”

At this moment, a cold voice rang out in Lu Yuanhou's ear.

“Uncle Wu! ”

Lu Yuanhou's face changed dramatically.

……

“What do we do now? ”

Chill could see that Lu Yun's concern for wind control, his mind appeared unnamed a very uncomfortable feeling... is jealousy?

“Go to the altar and see if you can find a way to change the wind. ”

Lu Yun's face was still a little gloomy, and his mood was a little irritable.

Just emerged from that dreadful grave, before waiting for the digestive gain, let alone the rest, someone desperately sought trouble for him.

“You go back to the city hall first, and you won't be needed for the next thing. ”

Lu Yun turned and said to the ghost slaughter.

Unexpressively, the slaughterhouse turned around and left with the remaining ninety-eight Xuan Wutian soldiers.

……

Fifty miles from the west gate of Xuanshui County is the Xuan River.

The Xuan River is about six or seven miles wide and originates from the imperial tomb in central Xuanzhou, which runs through half of Xuanzhou and flows north into the North Sea.

The water of the Xuanhe River is dark as ink. There is no living spirit in it. Within five miles of the banks of the Xuanhe River, it is also grass free.

The altar of the Great Sacrifice of the Xuan River stands on the banks of the Xuan River.

At this time, due to the weather, there is a dark fog over the Xuan River, and the Xuan River altar in the distance becomes hidden.

“Grind the wind! ”

Before coming to the altar, Lu Yun immediately saw the wind falling on the altar, life and death unknown.

Nine pairs of boys and girls were surrounded by the wind.

These are not the only excellences of the Great Xuanhe Festival. In addition to the nine pairs of boys and girls, there are hundreds of immortals in need.

But this time, because of the monks of Dan, the spiritual roots of the wind, to make sacrifices, the fate of the remaining hundreds of air fairies was spared.

Everything about the Great Xuanhe Festival was supposed to be deployed by state pastoralists, and these sacrifices were also prepared by state pastoralists.

But now Lu Yun, in everyone's eyes, is just an ordinary man with no repairs, and it is not his turn to preside over the Great Xuanhe Festival.

The main purpose of Ching's presence here is to preside over the Great Festival of the Xuanhe River.

But three days ago, the Chilly Belt landed in the clouds, and Li Yucai, Moi Yi and other city owners entered the Mount Wan, and there was no news.

When the wind left and Lu Yuanhou arrived here, the master of Xuanshui City and even Xuanshui County disappeared, so they simply took over all matters of the Xuanshui Grand Festival with the Emperor's Token in their hands.

The Great Sacrifice of the Xuanhe River, the sacrifice of the Spirit of the River God, and the sacrifice process will also receive feedback from the River God, and many people will receive the great benefits of heaven.

The wind and Lu Yuanhou have long heard of this, they will never let go of this opportunity.

……

“Don't go there! ”

Chill and Muay saw that Lu Yun was going to climb the altar and hurried to stop him.

“Now that the power of the altar has been activated and the altar is surrounded by an invisible boundary, you will surely suffer from the altar if you were in the past. ”

Moe hastily said.

“How could... how could the altar be activated? The paper sacrifice that opened the altar was clearly in my hands. ”

The cold stared at the altar covered in dark light and changed his face.

Stimulating altar power requires a special sacrifice, but that sacrifice is in cold hands, and no one else can ever activate the altar.

The chills are a little confusing at this moment.

Originally kept in the hands of Xuanzhou Shepherd, after the fall of the previous generation of Xuanzhou Shepherd, it was retracted by Lang Evil Heaven Court and did not fall into the hands of Lu Yun.

Lu Yun also calmed down.

“Chilly, do you think this altar is somewhat familiar? ”

Lu Yun said to Ching.

“Hmm?”

After a chill, he carefully weighed the altar in front of him, "Similar to the altar at the ruins of the ancient city of True Water, but much smaller. ”

“What is the connection between the two? ”

Chill was also a wise man, and he immediately remembered many.

“The altar, I'm afraid, was activated by our own hands. ”

Lu Yun muttered.

“What?”

Moe and Chill were both stunned.

“The altars in the ancient city of True Water were suppressed by floating pictures. After we took the figure, the altar in the ancient city of Shinshui was resurrected… just three days after we entered the grave, the altar's power was also activated. ”

Lu Yun looked closely at the altar, and he found that the symbols on the altar were exactly the same as those on the altar in the ruins of the ancient city of Jinshui.

Even the structure and layout of the altar are largely similar.

It's just that the altar in True Water City, about a dozen feet tall, stands there like a hill, but the altar in front of it is only three or four feet tall.

“If I'm right, even if you don't go to Mount Ten Thousand, you can get a floating picture, with that passage in your hand."

Lu Yun had no control over Ching and Moi's face. He was just talking to himself.

Lu Yun walked in ancient tombs all year long and studied a variety of ancient tomb layouts. His best guess is extrapolation.

Something that is almost impossible to relate to is a delicate and mysterious pattern.

Likewise, the same is true of all things in the world… something that seems not to be directly connected, and if you extrapolate it, you will find that there are some inevitable connections.

Like floating pictures and the Great Festival of the Xuanhe.

Muay heard the chill get floating pictures, did not care.

Floating pictures are fairies that exceed nine pints, but Moe Yi's character is faint, and fairies don't mean anything to her.

“Who!”

Suddenly, Lu Yun looked at the center of the Xuanhe River and drank loudly.

In the center of the Xuanhe River, not knowing when to roll up a giant swirl, Lu Yun saw the center of the swirl, a white figure, slowly rising.

“Someone's coming? ”

Chill and Muay's face changed, but they didn't see the swirl in the Xuan River, let alone the figure in the swirl.