Ning Xiaochuan stood on the majestic altar, his blood was covering his body, and the magic sword in his body automatically ran, forming a scroll of corpses and seas of blood under his feet.

In the air, the illusory immortal palace became more and more solid under the impact of blood and energy.

This immortal palace is very similar to the legendary Heavenly Emperor's Divine Palace. It stands with a pillar of heaven and hangs a celestial monument, emits white cloud light, and sounds the beautiful fairy music song.

"boom"

A huge figure rose from above the altar, stood in the void, with a magic sword hanging on his waist, and a five-pointed star condensed from his eyebrows, with long hair like a waterfall, with a supreme majesty.

A sacred atmosphere emanated from him, making everyone feel awe.

"This is... This is the Heavenly Emperor's appearance"

"The Emperor of Heaven has shown his holy"

Everyone knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the figure of Emperor Tian

The Emperor of Heaven is the only god believed in by the Yulan Empire. Even the true gods worshipped in various Taoist temples are the Emperor of Heaven.

What a great event that the sacrificial ceremony brings the Emperor of Heaven to show his saints

This is the ancestral land of the Marquis of Jiange. The Emperor of Heaven is showing his holy place here. Is it a sign of something?

In the northwest of the Imperial City, a thin herb-picking farmer walked out of a short old house. He carried a bamboo basket on his back and carried a hoe on his shoulder. He squinted his eyes and looked in the direction of the altar, "Is this really the hometown of Emperor Tian? It's so great."

The body of the herbicide farmer rose from the ground and flew into the sky. The next moment, he fell into the ancestral land of the Marquis of Jiange.

"Who? The Marquis of Jiange is sacrificing the gods of heaven and earth, and no one is allowed to break in at will."

Two warriors riding the iron lion and mysterious beast, carrying silver swords, immediately intercepted the herbicide farmers.

The herbicide farmer said with a smile: "It's great to worship the gods of heaven and earth. Heaven and earth are our parents, and the gods are our faith. I will also go and sacrifice."

A warrior riding on the ride smiled coldly: "Sacrifice requires killing livestock, offering sacrifices with blood, human souls, and spiritual souls. What do you use to sacrifice?"

"This..." The herbicide collector was a little embarrassed, rubbed his palms, smiled and said, "Can you use you to sacrifice?"

"presumptuous"

The two warriors slashed their swords at the same time, dragging out a storm of swords.

They are all martial arts masters, responsible for maintaining the order of sacrifice.

However, the swords of the two warriors stopped in mid-air. A huge blood hole appeared at the mouth of their hearts, and there was nothing inside the hole. The heart was taken away by the herbicide farmers.

The herbicide farmer grabbed two hot hearts in his hands, compared them with size, and then shook his head and said disgustedly: "The heart fire is too weak, the heart blood is too vulgar, and there is no spiritual energy at all. It is vulgar, the human beings are vulgar, and the heart is vulgar, and I wouldn't have any thoughts if I had known it. It's really a foul air."

The herbicide farmers threw two bloody hearts on the ground, wiped their hands on their robes, and after cleaning them, they carried the two warriors in their hands and walked into the sacrificial ceremony with great swagger.

"Who?" The old marquis sat in the position of his hand and was extremely furious when he saw the herbicide farmer carrying two corpses into the sacrificial ceremony.

The herbicide dragon smiled and said, "Givea gift"

The herbicide farmers threw the two bodies out and landed on the altar.

The corpse was instantly refined by the altar and turned into drops of blood.

Xuan Qingzi stood on the altar, his eyes sank, and three kinds of divine lights emerged from his head, condensed into the three-flowered divine lotus, and said in a deep voice: "You dare to disturb the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven. This is disrespectful to the sky and disrespect to the gods."

The ancestral land of the Marquis of Jiange Mansion gathered most of the strongest people in the imperial court. There were dozens of martial masters alone, and even the demon emperors of the Demon Sect might not dare to break in alone.

What is this herb-picking farmer? He dares to be presumptuous in front of so many martial masters.

The herbicide farmer stared at Xuan Qingzi for a while, nodded, frowned again, and said, "Old Taoist, your cultivation is good, it seems that you have obtained the true teachings of the Taoist sect. However... your heart is not very strong, and you don't even have the Martial Arts Heart Palace. Your mental strength is too weak and you don't have enough nutrients. Alas disappointed."

Xuan Qingzi said, "Your Excellency, you are so angry."

Xuan Qingzi opened his mouth and spit out a vast cloud of smoke. A purple flying sword flew out of his mouth, dragging out a sword mark, piercing the middle of the herbicide farmers' eyebrows.

The purple flying sword flew back to Xuan Qingzi's hand with a trace of blood.

The warriors present breathed a sigh of relief when they were killed so easily.

"A false alarm, it turns out that it's just a bold madman."

"The Ziyun Flying Sword of Master Xuanqing is crafted by the gods of heaven. It can kill people thousands of miles away, and can even carry people to fly, flying above and below to escape."

While everyone was talking, something strange happened.

The herbicide farmers raised their hands and rubbed their foreheads. The blood holes on the eyebrows disappeared immediately, and even the blood holes on the back of their heads disappeared.

The entire sacrificial ceremony was quiet, and no one even breathed heavily.

Marquis of Jiange and King of Jinpeng were also sitting upright, and they felt it was incredible.

Even if your martial arts cultivation is strong, if you are pierced through your head, you will definitely die.

The herbicide farmer nodded and said, "The Daomen sword-controlling technique is indeed more authentic than the warrior's sword-controlling technique."

Xuan Qingzi had never seen such a strange thing before. His heart suddenly jumped and felt danger. He immediately formed a Taoist seal with ten fingers, mobilizing the mysterious energy between heaven and earth, and condensed into a huge guardian formation.

"Bang"

The pesticide farmers bombarded the formation with a hoe, which made the ancestral land of the Marquis of Jiange's mansion shake suddenly, and the altar almost collapsed, and the mysterious energy of heaven and earth was fluctuating violently.

The power of the herbicide farmers is constantly getting stronger, and the formation is transformed, and she smiles: "Old Taoist, your cultivation is not bad."

Xuan Qingzi was one of the nine masters of the dynasty and the top ten sages in the Taoist sect. He called the wind and rain and could do everything.

However, at this moment, I was sweating profusely, feeling that my body was about to explode and my strength was completely suppressed. Especially the heart in my body, the beating speed increased by more than ten times, as if I was about to jump out of my body.

"boom"

The herbicide farmers smashed the formation and grabbed Xuan Qingzi's heart with their claws. A crack was torn into pieces in the space, and their power was extremely powerful.

Xuan Qingzi's face changed drastically, and his index finger and middle finger pointed out, directing Ziyun Flying Sword to stab the palm of the herbicide collector.

"Bang"

The Ziyun Flying Sword was wrapped in a bloody ray, flew backwards, bombarded Xuan Qingzi's body, knocking Xuan Qingzi out, landing on top of the altar, and falling into the altar.

Ning Xiaochuan stood by the altar and suddenly woke up, broke through his blood, spread the rainbow and flew over the altar, caught the seriously injured Xuan Qingzi, and flew back to the edge of the altar.

The herbicide farmer stared at Ning Xiaochuan, stretched out a finger, and said, "You guy is a little familiar."

Ning Xiaochuan stared at him coldly and hurriedly used the power of the magic sword to hide himself.

The herbicide farmers are really too weird and make people instinctively feel dangerous.

Emperor Yulan sat on the imperial chariot, his eyes were calm, and he threw an imperial order out, saying, "The imperial city is the foundation of the empire. Someone dared to be so arrogant in front of this emperor. It is really lawless. Who can kill the madman and reward ten taels of gold and ten fiefs."

Hearing the words of Emperor Yulan, everyone present was not at peace, and the reward was too generous, and there was a fiefdom.

"My minister, Yue Wuyang, the Hou in Yunzhong, is willing to take action to capture and kill the thief for the emperor."

Yue Wuyang was carrying a magic spear, his body was filled with blood and energy. A seven-meter-long real dragon was coiled above his head, swallowing clouds and spitting mist, spreading teeth and claws, and extremely ferocious.

This is his martial soul

Many princes were a little disappointed. Such a good job was actually taken away by Yue Wuyang.

In their opinion, although the cultivation of herbicide farmers is terrifyingly powerful, there is only one person after all. Even if they have earth-shaking power, they will never escape death today.

Therefore, the reward given by Emperor Yulan is simply too generous.

"Even the National Master Xuanqing was injured, I'm afraid that the Marquis of Yunzhong may not be the opponent of the old farmer. I will help the Marquis of Yunzhong with one arm." Marquis of Tianxiang unfolded his martial soul, sold his divine power, and climbed the altar step by step.

"I will also help the Marquis of Yunzhong with one arm." Another Marquis flew to the altar.

These kings, especially non-hered kings and princes, all asked to fight

They are not hereditary princes and princes. Under normal circumstances, it is impossible for them to have fiefdoms. Even if they make extraordinary achievements on the battlefield, they have very little chance of obtaining fiefdoms.

Now there is a chance to get a fiefdom, so they will naturally not let it go.

In a blink of an eye, five marquis took action and flew to the altar to suppress the herbicide farmers.

The old marquis of the Marquis of Jiange immediately ordered the barrier and formation of the ancestral land.

"Boom"

Seventy-two blood-red pillars rose on the ground, wrapping the entire ancestral land, forming a huge blood-colored cage to calm the earth.

If the barrier and formation are not opened, not only will the ancestral land of the Marquis of Jiange Mansion be destroyed, but even the imperial city will suffer a huge impact and will suffer heavy losses.

Ning Xiaochuan stood at the edge of the altar and stared at the herbicide farmer. The magic sword in his heart suddenly made a strange sound, warning him.

"It's so strange. Why did the Demon Sword warn? Is this medicinal farmer a normal martial arts master?

Ning Xiaochuan's eyes stared at Xuan Qingzi.

This old Taoist suffered a serious injury, especially his heart, which actually raised its bones and shattered it, as if the heart was about to jump out of his body.

If it were someone else, they would be dead.

However, Xuan Qingzi's cultivation was extremely high, and he actually used his power to seal his heart and saved his life

At this moment, he was recuperating himself, surrounded by three different lights.

"ah"

On the altar, a scream rang out.

The Marquis of Heaven flew out of the chaotic blood, his face pale, and his palm covered his heart.

The location of his heart was bloody, and the inside became empty and his heart was taken away.

Tianxiang Hou widened his eyes, and his blood became weaker and weaker. He took two steps back and fell directly into the sea of ​​blood on the altar, swallowed by the sea of ​​blood.

"Crack"

The corpse of the Marquis of Tianxiang was refined by the power of the altar and turned into a bloody rain. It flew from the altar to the sky, dyeing the entire sky blood-red, making it scaryly weird.

Not long after, another marquis' heart was taken away, fell from the sky, fell into the altar, and turned into a ball of bright red corpse blood.

After two martial masters fell in a row, their hearts were taken away and they became sacrifices for sacrifices.

This is simply unacceptable fact. Emperor Yulan slapped the dragon throne with his palm, and suddenly stood up, exclaiming in anger.
Chapter completed!