Cultivator: Fighting God

Chapter 887 Capture Song Yi (18)
Ye Yang took a deep breath, and suddenly shot out with force, his whole body turned into a meteor across the sky, the speed was extremely fast, and he disappeared in the sky in the blink of an eye without a trace.

……

Flying at extreme speed, less than an hour, the distance from the evil aura is getting closer and closer.

In the distance, a majestic mountain range was shrouded in blood-red thick clouds, and the sound of ghosts crying and gods' howling could be faintly heard. The evil spirit in that mountain was rampant. Obviously, the Shura Palace had already arrived.

"Keng!"

Ye Yang raised his hand and pulled out the real fire sword, and said coldly: "Sura Hall, here I come!"

Flying through the air, Ye Yang was cautious, sticking to the sky above the jungle, suppressing the aura of true energy in his body, and didn't want to startle the snake too early.

Suddenly, there was a cry not far ahead. It was a dark altar standing in the jungle. On the altar were about hundreds of people kneeling on the ground. Some were praying, some crying.

……

Around the altar, a circle of sharp sword totems stood upside down, with a human head stuck on top of each sharp sword, some of which had just died, blood seeping into the ground of the altar along with the sharp sword.

Ye Yang's heart tightened. It has long been rumored that the people in Shura Palace are vicious and vicious. They worship the dark Shura God and often sacrifice the blood of living people to obtain the power of Shura. Now it seems that the tragic scene in front of him is exactly the one in the legend. ——Blood sacrifice!
Chapter 170 Four Anger

On the altar, a man about 40 years old was kneeling in the center, tied to the stone pillar, with a slumped face. In front of him, several Shura temple gatemen held long knives in their hands, with angry expressions on their faces. Not far away, A ragged little girl about twelve or thirteen years old cried loudly: "Father, you let my father go, please, let me go!"

Immediately, a member of the Shura Temple sank down, stretched out his hand to hold the little girl's chin, and said with a smile: "Let your father go? Just dream, your father's blood will become the sacrifice of Shura God, and become the God of Shura." Part of it is his glory! You can cry, but don't cry your tears dry, and when your mother dies, you will have no more tears to cry!"

Not far from the little girl, a woman quickly embraced her daughter, her eyes panicked, like a wounded deer, but facing the really powerful Shura Hall disciple, this woman was helpless.

……

A member of the Shura Temple looked up into the air and said, "Master, the time has come, should we start the blood sacrifice immediately?"

In the air, a strong man in a purple robe stood in the air, with streams of starry energy flying around him. He nodded and said in a deep voice, "Let's begin, the oracle has come, hurry up, don't let Shura God wait too long!"

"Yes!"

The gatekeeper of Shura Palace had a ferocious face, turned around and said with a grin: "Your time has come!"

As he spoke, he suddenly covered the ground with one hand, and the power of the earth poured into the ground frantically, and he shouted: "Come on, the blade of the earth!"

"Oh!"

(End of this chapter)