Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant - Chapter 133
133 Chapter 124 Blood Sacrifice! _1
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Boom!
Mist shrouded everything in sight.
The last body of an enthusiastic follower of the Incense Fire Dao plunged from the sky and was encased in ice the instant before it hit the ground.
The frost quickly spread and enveloped his entire body.
Until his death, the fanatic still had a trace of amazement and incredulity in his eyes.
He seemed unable to understand, up until his last moment, how a person who couldn’t even get a flying Magic Tool to operate because of insufficient Mana could suddenly become so terrifying!
A brown figure dropped from the sky, shaking off the blood on its feathers. That was Jia 13.
His ruthless eyes roved around, as if all the bloodshed that had just happened had merely stirred his interest a little.
The surrounding mist and frost under the control of Fantong and the other two Azure Spirit Turtles gradually turned into a pool of moisture.
The ordinary believers around had abandoned their previous cold disdain and were scrambling to escape in panic.
Wang Ba looked around in confusion, not knowing what to do.
Is it over?
Wasn’t it said that the fanatical followers of Incense Fire Dao are tricky to deal with?
Bu Chan, who had witnessed the entire event, was frozen in place, her eyes wide, forgetting to retract her defensive tool.
“Senior Brother!”
Wang Ba was jolted out of his thoughts and his face slightly changed:
“Leave, let’s merge with them quickly!”
Whoosh!
The northeastern corner of Mengxing Villa.
With an expression of deep seriousness and a touch of excitement, an elderly man surnamed Huo was holding a large yellow bowl. Centered on the bowl, a large yellow light shield enveloped him like a hill.
Under the yellow light shield, a stranger wearing ordinary clothes was clumsily fending off the attacks of a middle-aged female Cultivator and a teenager with the surname Pan.
At regular intervals, stone cones would shoot at the stranger from cunning angles.
In no time, the stranger’s defense began to dim rapidly.
“Who would have thought that the Lizheng of Mengxing Villa would be a cultivator of Incense Fire Dao!” The old man surnamed Huo licked his lips.
Catching an Incense Fire Dao cultivator was worth at least two hundred Spirit Stones.
Usually, he would not have this opportunity. But today was his lucky day.
Looking at the Incense Fire Dao cultivator, whose aura barely reached the Qi Refining Stage IV or V, on the verge of defeat, he was excited but not relaxed.
Under the support of Mana, the yellow light shield was gradually shrinking, leaving less room for the opponent to move.
Not long would pass before he could seize an Incense Fire Dao cultivator.
However, the color of the old man surnamed Huo’s face slightly changed.
Outside the yellow light shield, mysteriously rigid figures had appeared out of nowhere!
“Enthusiastic followers of the Incense Fire Dao?!”
In an instant, the old man surnamed Huo deduced the identity of these figures.
He glanced outwards, and it was densely packed with these figures!
The old man surnamed Huo’s face changed drastically!
He had no fear of one or two. Even five or ten could be easily dealt with.
But there seemed to be sixty or seventy people out there!
This number made him shiver!
He immediately realized:
“Damn it! There’s probably more than one Incense Fire Dao cultivator here!”
“Pan Long, Madam Xue, stop holding back! Let’s finish this quickly!”
As he spoke, he picked out a handful of stone balls from his Storage Bag and tossed them towards the edge of the light shield.
The moment these stone balls touched the fanatical followers of Incense Fire Dao, they exploded.
However, to the heavy-hearted old man surnamed Huo, these fanatic followers stood up shakily after the explosion, seeming not to be much injured.
He immediately understood why the Tianmen Cult, a Demon Dao faction with a powerful Immortal Master of Nascent Soul, was so apprehensive of Incense Fire Dao.
Gritting his teeth, he pulled the last treasure from his Storage Bag-
Inside the light shield, the middle-aged female Cultivator, upon hearing the urging of the old man surnamed Huo, could not help but glance outside as she attacked.
Seeing a group of believers with bloodthirsty and fanatical eyes, she was immensely surprised. Without hesitation, she immediately used all her strength. One after another, pink ribbons like venomous snakes shot at the stranger from all directions.
The teenager of the Pan surname also significantly increased his attacking power. During this process, whether intentionally or otherwise, he got closer to the old man surnamed Huo.
The old man surnamed Huo was fully concerned about the situation outside, not at all noticing the changes inside the light shield.
Even if he did, he wouldn’t find it strange. As the light shield shrank, the distance between them naturally got closer.
Perhaps premonitioning something, the trapped cultivator from Incense Fire Dao began to fight back frantically.
His face quickly turned extremely red, and his eyes radiated with vitality. He flung out strange Talismans with peculiar auras.
Meanwhile, his blood-red hands were flashing with signs, and his body visibly thinned at an alarming rate.
The middle-aged female Cultivator was distracted by her attack and let her guard down. Suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her head, and involuntarily let out a cry of pain.
A cloud of blood exploded from her head and body!
Seeing the middle-aged female Cultivator injured, Pan, who was already holding back, showed a flash of ruthlessness in his eyes. Quietly, he drew a Talisman and aimed it at the oblivious old man surnamed Huo.
But before he could act, his eyes flashed with surprise, and he involuntarily glanced towards the distance..
