Chapter 1427 Demon Sacrifice (2)

The altar of magic cultivation, where the eyes of magic formations are located.

Wherever there is a magic cultivator, there must be an altar.

It's just that the altars are of different sizes, shapes, and purposes.

For example, the huge altar in front of Lu Fan and the others is obviously not only a formation, but also a market.

The huge altar is half the size of a city.

Out of the most central throne of bones, no one dares to touch it.

Other places are full of various magic cultivators.

On the side of the road, all kinds of highly poisonous objects and corpses were randomly placed.

There is an old demon cultivator who specializes in selling human heads, with a mouth full of yellow teeth, and she yells darkly when she sees people.

"Head for Blood Pill!"

There is also the undead seller, a bead the size of a watermelon, suspended beside it, filled with the sound of ghost roars. Gazing at it, countless souls were struggling and screaming inside.

Beside him, a demon cultivator with only half of his body left, wrapped in iron chains, looked at the demon cultivators passing by with a smile.

Lu Fan and others also sneaked into the market at this time.

Looking up at this extremely weird and bloody market. Everyone felt the cold rising from the soles of their feet.

"Junior Brother Lu Fan, do all the demon cultivators do business like this? Don't shout, don't shout, just stand there and wait for someone to buy it!"

Brother Han Feng clicked his tongue in admiration.

Lu Fan was dumbfounded by Brother Han Feng's concerns.

In this case, shouldn't we pay more attention to how terrible those things are sold?

Brother Han Feng actually cared whether the demon cultivators shouted or not.

Behind him, Huangfu Wu said: "Among the magic cultivators, strength speaks. It has always been people with strong strength who compulsively kill those with weak strength, and then take things away. Fair trade matters, in the magic It rarely happens during cultivation. Because their rule is that the strong are respected, so if there is no special need for certain items, no magic cultivator will come out to sell them. It is tantamount to revealing one's wealth and letting other magic cultivators grab it. Tell me, will they still yell loudly?"

Han Feng nodded in understanding.

Lu Fan turned his head and said softly to Huanyue and Ayun: "I know these things, it's uncomfortable to watch. But you have to be patient, don't lose the big because of small things!"

Huan Yue nodded with her face flushed.

Seeing these things, she couldn't suppress her anger. She really wanted to rush out and kill all these demon cultivators right now.

In fact, it's not just him, Lu Fan, Han Feng, Nan Gongxing and others don't think so.

It's a pity that some things can be done, and some things can't be done. At least for now, they can't reveal their identities.

"Master Bloody Deacon, this way please!"

Lu Fan was walking when suddenly a demon cultivator stood in front of them and bowed deeply.

He didn't dare to face Lu Fan and the others squarely, and his tone seemed very humble. Dressed in black, it is obvious that he does not have a high status among the demon cultivators of Chen Kingdom.

Lu Fan didn't understand how he had the guts to stop them.

"Please? Where are you taking us?"

Lu Fan asked aloud.

The black-clothed demon cultivator was a little surprised, and said loudly: "Several blood-clothed deacons, aren't you here to participate in the demon sacrifice? Could it be that you have a mission and can't do it? If that's the case, it's a little abrupt. Deacon, please forgive me."

As he said that, the black-clothed devil moved away tremblingly.

Lu Fan, Han Feng and the others looked at each other. Han Feng said via voice transmission: "Junior Brother Lu Fan, what's the situation? What is the Demon Sacrifice?"

Lu Fan shook his head slightly, saying that he had never heard of it either.

Looking back, Nangong Xing and Ye Nantian seemed to be thinking.

After a while, Nangong Xing said: "The Demon Festival, I seem to have mentioned it when I heard my father talking about it. It seems to be the auction of the Demon Cultivator. But it is different from the general auction. I have never seen it specifically. ,really do not know."

Ye Nantian interjected: "It seems that there is an auction. But there are all other crazy activities. As far as I know, every demon sacrifice is a grand gathering for demon cultivators to kill each other. Are we really going?"

Lu Fan murmured, "Auction? Cannibalism? Hehe, so what if we go and have a look?"

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and finally nodded slightly.

Lu Fan said loudly to the black-clothed demon cultivator in front of him, "Lead the way."

The black-clothed Moxu regained his spirits, and immediately walked quickly to lead the way.

Go around the Throne of Bones and go all the way to the corner of the altar.

There are twists and turns, and I don't know where to turn, and suddenly there is a bronze door that is as high as a person.

Outside the door, two black dragon knights guarded, and the carrion dragon hovered above their heads.

The demon cultivator in black flaunted his right hand and stood outside the door respectfully.

Lu Fan and others stepped forward, and the two black dragon warriors, seeing the bloody clothes, felt the terrifying power on Lu Fan's body, and immediately retreated to open the door, allowing Lu Fan and others to enter.

Taking a step, Lu Fan took the lead and entered the bronze door. Suddenly, Lu Fan heard a noisy sound.

Screaming, hissing, and ghostly roaring are endless.

What came into view was a crazy scene.

Bluestone pillars, blood crystals, seats made of corpses, and demonic energy flying all over the sky.

Numerous demon cultivators huddled together, some were gnawing on corpses, and some were twitching crazily on female demon cultivators.

There are also some, hiding in the corner furtively, smiling and releasing all kinds of strange powers, seeming to influence other magicians.

In the middle, there is a high platform piled up with stones. Blood was still dripping from it.

On the high platform, two beautiful demon cultivators are wriggling and wriggling their bodies.

Huanyue and Ah Yun shrank behind Lu Fan when they saw this scene.

Lu Fan looked around and saw the bone seats arranged under the high platform.

Nodding to everyone, Lu Fan said: "Go and sit in front, don't pay attention to other people!"

Stepping forward, everyone followed closely behind Lu Fan.

With a slight wave of his hand, all the demon cultivators were bounced away by Lu Fan. Slowly, Lu Fan moved forward.

Those demon cultivators who were disturbed by their good deeds still wanted to be angry, but when they saw Lu Fan's face, they were directly shocked to death by Lu Fan's power of soul.

The next moment, his body was dragged away by other magicians.

The corpses of companions are also good materials for these demon cultivators.

No one can stop Lu Fan's footsteps. Walking all the way to the bone seat, Lu Fan sat down slowly.

But the others seemed to have some obstacles in their hearts. Looking at the bone seat, some dared not sit on it.

Senior Brother Han Feng said softly: "Brother Lu Fan, you can just sit down, let's forget about it!"

Lu Fan nodded, and it was not difficult for them. Let them stand behind him.

But just as his buttocks were sitting firmly, a magic cultivator with blood red eyes and luxurious clothes came to Lu Fan and said, "This red-clothed deacon, welcome, but can you let me go? You seem to be sitting down. s position."

Lu Fan said coldly: "In this world, there is no seat that I shouldn't sit in."