On the altar, a man of about forty years old was kneeling in the center, his whole body tied to a stone pillar, with a slumped face.
In front of him, several Shura Palace disciples were holding long knives in their hands, with angry looks on their faces.
Not far away , a little girl in ragged clothes, about twelve or thirteen years old, cried loudly: "Dad, please let my dad go, please, let my dad go."
Immediately, a disciple of the Shura Palace lowered his body, reached out to hold the little girl's chin, and said with a smile: "Let your father dream, your father's blood will become a sacrifice to the Shura God and become a part of the Shura God.
"This is his glory.
You can cry, but don't dry up your tears.
When your mother dies, you will have no tears to cry anymore."
Not far from the little girl, a woman quickly took her daughter into her arms.
Her eyes were panicked, like a wounded deer.
However, facing the really powerful disciples of Shura Hall, this woman was powerless.
A Shura Palace disciple looked up into the sky and said, "Uncle Master, the time has come.
Do you want to start the blood sacrifice immediately?"
In the air, a strong man in purple robes stood in the air, with streaks of star energy flying around him.
He nodded and said in a deep voice: "Let's get started, the Holy Oracle has arrived, hurry up and don't let God Shura wait for too long."
"yes" The Shura Palace disciple had a ferocious look on his face, turned around and said with a ferocious smile: "Your time has come."
As he spoke, he suddenly covered the surface with one hand, and the power of the earth poured into the ground crazily, shouting: "Come on, Blade of the Earth" "Bang" A sharp stone cone suddenly emerged from the ground.
It was a Xuan-level martial arts technique that relied on the power of the earth to condense the stone cone to attack the opponent.
However, at this moment, this powerful move was actually used against a defenseless civilian.
Blood spattered, and the sharp stone awl pierced the civilian husband's soles, penetrated his whole body, and came out from the Tianling Cap.
Suddenly the man died without even a groan.
His big eyes were wide and bulging, as if he couldn't believe that he was there.
After leaving the world like this, the blood flowed into the texture of the altar along the ground cone, slowly watering the magic circle.
No one thought that the blood sacrifice formation was completely guided by blood.
Seeing her father's tragic death, the little girl turned pale with fright, suddenly howled and cried, heartbroken.
In the air, Ye Yang saw it and gritted his steel teeth.
He could only see the scene just now, but he couldn't stop it.
He was too far away.
It seems that the legend is true.
The disciples of Shura Palace are cruel, violent, bloodthirsty and greedy.
They actually take pleasure in killing people.
Moreover, the source of their power is the blood sacrifice to God Shura.
It can be said that the disciples of Shura Palace kill more and more people.
The more powerful they become, the more power they gain.
Looking over, Ye Yang secretly counted the number of people on the other side.
There were 17 people in total.
The two strongest among them were masters of the second level of Starry Sky, both of whom were purple-robed principals.
This made Ye Yang even more confident that Shura Palace and Red Stone Shang The alliance is inextricably linked, and the rumors in the world are true.
The reason why the Red Stone Merchant Alliance can dominate the Qin Empire is because the real behind-the-scenes leader of the Red Stone Merchant Alliance is the powerful and mysterious Shura Palace.
"Could it be said that Huoli is also a member of Shura Hall?"
Ye Yang was shocked.
He still failed to kill the enemy who killed his father.
The fire plow almost wiped out the entire Ye family.
It would be a shame not to avenge this revenge.
Now, the relationship between the Red Stone Merchant Alliance and the Shura Palace is about to emerge, and new and old hatreds have emerged.
Intertwined, Ye Yang has no way out and must have a battle with Shura Palace.
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"brush" A golden ray of light floated above Ye Yang's clear eyes.
He raised his hand and pulled out the True Fire Sword.
He had already entered the second level of transformation of the Vulcan Warrior.
With such strength, even a strong man of the fourth level of the starry sky could be shaken.
Not to mention, let alone the two purple-robed principals of the third level of Starry Sky in front of me.
On the altar, the Shura Palace disciple looked up at the sky and said, "Uncle Master, is there enough blood?"
A purple-robed chief said: "Hurry up, kill the woman and girl, and let their whole family reunite under the Nine Netherworld.
It can be considered a merit of ours."
"Yes, uncle" The Shura Palace disciple quickly walked over and grabbed the woman's neck with one hand.
However, he never thought that the girl would suddenly launch an attack.
She opened her mouth and bit his wrist.
Immediately, blood dripped from the girl's mouth, and she could not bite him at all.
He opened the opponent's protective aura, but still refused to let go.
"Damn it, you little beast, go to hell" The disciple of the Shura Palace became angry and suddenly lifted the girl up.
His arms danced, and the iron fist was surrounded by the power of the earth.
If this punch was hit, the girl would definitely have her intestines pierced and rotted far and near.
The imprisoned people couldn't bear it.
Just close your eyes, no one wants to see this tragic scene
At this moment, suddenly a blazing light fell from the sky "Crack" With a soft sound, the right arms of the Shura Hall disciples were all cut off and scorched, and the flaming sword energy penetrated straight into the earth and stone of the altar, shaking the earth.
"Ahhhhhhh" After a long while, the disciple let out a shrill howl, and one arm was completely lost.
This was nothing.
Then there was another flaming sword energy.
The head of the Shura Palace disciple immediately moved, and he even shouted.
Everything was interrupted, and the death was horrific.
"Who" A group of Shura Hall disciples were shocked after this disciple died.
They all pulled out their daggers and looked up at the sky.
They found that in the clouds, a young general wearing dark red armor was standing in the air with a flaming spear.
His eyes were stern.
Looking at everyone, he said word by word: "Today, you must all die here."
Suddenly, a group of young disciples of Shura Hall were shocked.
However, the two purple-robed chiefs in the air looked at Ye Yang calmly and said: "Boy, who dare to interfere in our Shura Hall's business?
Could it be that you are tired of living?
Who are you and what are you doing in Shura Hall?"
Ye Yang gritted his teeth and said: "I am Liangcheng Ye Yang.
I have come to Shura Hall to kill you beasts."
"Damn, that boy is arrogant" One of the purple-robed chiefs roared angrily, brandishing the spear in his hand and rushed towards Ye Yang.
The spear faintly sounded like a dragon, and it roared endlessly.
Ye Yang's handsome face was filled with calmness.
The moment the opponent attacked, he suddenly opened his fingers.
Suddenly, the power of the Hidden Dragon Art surged.
The next moment, a dark golden dragon shadow burst out of the air.
The figure that tightly wrapped around the figure of the purple-robed leader, making it difficult to move, was the dragon soul chain in the Hidden Dragon Art.
"Coming" Ye Yang's figure shook, like a sword coming from the gods.
The true fire sword burned red, carrying the flames from hell.
It was the purgatory fire blade of the third style of Vulcan.
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"Bang" Amidst the loud noise, a heavy sword smashed the starry sky armor of the purple-robed chief.
In his horrified eyes, Ye Yang quickly handed out the sword blade "Crack" The sword penetrated the chest and back, Ye Yang shouted low, and the sword energy flew, strangulating the purple-robed chief's body into pieces of flesh and blood scattered in the air.
Suddenly, the air was filled with deathly silence, and a group of Shura Palace masters had pale faces.
No one would believe that a purple-robed leader of the second level of the Starry Sky could not even block a single move from others: