"How is that girl Lan Mu?" Izanamei stood up and asked when she saw Zhang Ziling coming to her again.

"Although I'm still a little depressed, I'm lucky I'm coming out." Zhang Ziling smiled and said relaxedly.

"So, now..." Yixi Namei glanced at Hu Qian lying beside her, and then asked Zhang Ziling, "Qionghua Sect?"

"I just asked the strong men trapped in Qionghua in Shushan. They said that in the Qionghua Sect, all Qionghua monks had disappeared and didn't know where they went." Zhang Ziling seemed to know what Yixia Nami was going to ask, and replied directly.

"Then do you know where the monk Qionghua is going now?" Yixia raised her eyebrows. Since all the monk Qionghua has left the Qionghua Sect, where else can they go?

"It's very simple..." Zhang Ziling smiled, "Now among the five great immortal sects, only the disciples of Tianyong Kunlun are still in Shushan."

"You mean... Qionghua went to Penglai?" After Zhang Ziling said this, Yizhanami continued his words and asked.

"Yes." A cold light flashed in Zhang Ziling's eyes, "They have no choice but to go here."

"After spending so much energy on this game, Qionghua must be planning something..." Zhang Ziling's tone became cold, "I don't care what they want to do, as long as they get into my head... I'll be ready to pay a thousand times the price."

Seeing the strong murderous aura in Zhang Ziling's eyes, Yixi Namei smiled with her lips, got up and stretched, showing her seductive figure to the fullest.

"Well, I will accompany you to see what Qionghua is doing."

"Bring Hu Qian with you," Zhang Ziling turned around and left, "by the way, I helped this girl revenge."

Two rays of light rushed out of Shushan and flew eastward.

...

It was said in ancient times that there was an immortal mountain in the Bohai Sea, called Penglai. The colors on it were all white, gold and silver were palaces, and the trees in the Zhuxuan were all growing. The First Emperor once looked for immortal medicine but failed to get it. Emperor Wu of Han wanted to find immortals but returned without success.

There is a pavilion in Penglai, called Penglai Pavilion. In the past, the Eight Immortals crossed the sea, and ascended to immortality here, leaving countless magical weapons. Ancient people moored their boats in the Bohai Sea, encountered heavy fog, and encountered Penglai by chance. The ancients climbed the island and obtained the inheritance of the Eight Immortals. They reached the realm of creation in three days, founded Penglai, and called themselves the Lord of Penglai Island.

It has been passed down for thousands of years and is one of the five great immortal sects. There are countless monks under the sect, all of whom like to be white and love to moor boats in the East China Sea.

"Father, everything is ready." Murong Chen came to Penglai Pavilion and said respectfully to Murong Ying, who was looking at the Penglai Fairyland.

"Yes." Murong Ying looked at the busy monk below and nodded slightly, "Take the Heavenly Ghost Pearl to the altar and sacrifice the Penglai disciples."

"Yes, father." Murong Chen bowed slightly, as if the sacrifice to the monk Penglai had no effect on him at all.

They have been planning for this day for many years. Penglai Island has been extremely weak in recent years. The Qionghua Sect has long secretly controlled it. The Penglai hermits were almost killed or injured, and the remaining monks had no way to resist the powerful Penglai.

After all their disciples came to Penglai, almost instantly, Penglai monks..., young, young, women and children, were captured.

In front of Penglai Pavilion, there is an altar made of sterling silver, located on the top of the mountain, standing above you can overlook the East Sea.

Many monks Qionghua were busy, and one monk after another was pushed to the altar by monk Qionghua and was ruthlessly killed.

Blood Sacrifice!

If Zhang Ziling was here, he would definitely recognize that the Qionghua Sect did a blood sacrifice, and the entire Penglai Island disciples used to perform a blood sacrifice. The power generated by the magic array would definitely shock the world and cry ghosts and gods!

Once an existence that can enjoy the blood sacrifice is born, it will definitely be the most top of the world.

Zhang Ziling has also seen many blood sacrifices on Earth, whether it is the ancestor of the Medicine Master, the ancestor of the Qi family, the Dragon Jade Demon Lord, and the Palace Master of the Daoxing Palace... they all have used blood sacrifices.

However, compared to the Qionghua School, which uses the entire Penglai Island Blood Festival, the scale of the past was still too small.

You know, the blood and energy of a monk may be comparable to the blood and energy of thousands or even tens of thousands of adult men, and there are thousands of monks on Penglai Island!

It is unimaginable at all what the Qionghua Sect wants to summon with this blood sacrifice.

In Penglai Pavilion, Murong Chen had already left. Murong Ying looked indifferently as one Penglai monk after another was pushed into the altar, without any emotion in his eyes.

"This is all the world owes us Qionghua... You didn't help us at the beginning, but now we just come back to get it ourselves." Murong Ying watched Qionghua disciple snatch a baby from a mother's hand, then threw the baby into the altar, closed her eyes slightly, "Don't blame us... This world can't last long, and someone must do these things."

"If you had helped us Qionghua, if everyone had united at the beginning... they would not have become like this now." Murong Ying's eyes gradually became firmer, and she jumped out of Penglai Pavilion.

"Listen to the disciple Qionghua!" Murong Ying's voice spread throughout Penglai Island. All the Qionghua monks stopped what was in their hands and looked up at Murong Ying standing in the air.

Their head of Qionghua is the most powerful person in the world!

"A thousand years ago, our Master Qionghua, the peerless genius in the world, Xuan Xiao, was the only one in the world. He could have ascended to the immortals, but he thought about the people in the world and did not want to ascend to the immortals and fought for the world!"

"Two thousand years ago, a great saint abandoned the immortal throne and led Huaguo Mountain to fight against the sky. The world did not stand up. The great saint was finally defeated and was enfeoffed in Wuzhi Mountain. Five hundred years later, he was surrendered by the Heavenly Court and fell into the Buddha. There are no more heroes in the world, and the spiritual source is still held by the Heavenly Court."

"A thousand years ago, Master Xuanxiao also abandoned his immortal position and was willing to become a demon. He led Qionghua to fight against the sky. The world did not stand up. Master Xuanxiao was finally defeated and was enfeoffed in the East China Sea with his ancestors. He has not seen the light of heaven yet!"

"Now, the spiritual power of the mortal world has been exhausted, and people in the world will no longer be able to ascend to immortality and will eventually return to the mortal world!"

"We Qionghua monks fight for the world, but the world is blinded and still worships immortals, willing to fall, and are eroded by the gods in the sky."

Murong Ying's voice was huge and solemn, and it sounded in the ears of every Qionghua monk. Countless Qionghua monks clenched their fists, and hatred flashed in their eyes.

The earth's spiritual energy is thin and almost disappeared. This is an indisputable fact.

The Heavenly Court controls the spiritual source and closes the great way of heaven and earth. This is the truth from ancient times to the present!

"Now, I am willing to break the seal of the East China Sea at all costs, call the master to return to my throne, lead Qionghua to fight in the sky again, and let my soul disappear without any regrets!"

"There is no regrets to die and disappear!" The disciples of Qionghua were all excited, bursting out spiritual power to the sky, and their voices were shocked!

Murong Ying stood in the void, looking at the prepared altar and floating in the sky ghost beads, and took a deep breath.

The flying sword slowly condensed in Murong Ying's hands, shining astonishing light.

Murong Ying raised his sword and shouted: "The formation is up, blood sacrifice, breaking the sky seal!"

boom!

The blood energy in the sky exploded in the disappearance of the monks in Penglai!
Chapter completed!