Weird Cultivation, I am surrounded by bad women

They died in the land of immortality.

The fortune teller seemed to have known all this for a long time. He looked at Su Chaoxi calmly and then waved his hand.

The next batch of sacrifices were pushed up, and it was the same familiar process, except that this time there were one hundred sacrifices.

Amidst the pleas and curses of the invisible people, the sacrifice was once again successful, and a larger flesh and blood portal emerged.

Su Chaoxi paid attention to the eyes that flashed across the sky.

This fortune teller is not a fortune teller at all, he is completely worshipping evil gods.

"Brother Wang, please." The fortune teller extended his hand to him politely.

Su Chaoxi did not hesitate. This time he took Liu Xijun's hand and stepped into the portal.

Chapter 40 She held his hand tightly

Liu Xijun also held Su Chaoxi's hand tightly.

After a wave of twists and turns, a whole new world appeared in Su Chaoxi's eyes.

The sky is no longer that unchanging white.

In this world, everything has regained its color.

Including the group of Lost Ones who were resisting the attacking monsters not far away.

Su Chaoxi saw the Blood Lord dressed in red, performing blood-red blood magic, reaping the monsters that were suspected to be Lost Ones that kept attacking him.

From time to time, the guards of Suicheng had their chests torn open by the sharp claws of the short monsters, and blood splattered.

They fell to the ground and wailed in pain, losing the ability to resist.

Seeing Su Chaoxi coming, the Blood Lord hurried over to greet him.

A hint of uncontrollable panic appeared on her pretty, coquettish face.

"Something is wrong, Brother Wang. This place has lost its power of recovery."

"People who are killed really die."

“Also, we can see colors.”

Su Chaoxi did not answer her. He just looked into the distance. The white main hall was still standing there.

This shows that they are still among the mountains and seas.

From time to time, believers and guards were teleported through the portal behind Su Chaoxi.

They were organized to resist the attacks of the lost.

Many people discovered that they were injured here and could not recover. Except for the fanatical believers, the guards were already showing signs of collapse.

At this time, the fortune teller arrived.

Behind him followed the Puppet Master, who, without the Fortune Teller's order, drove the two flesh and blood puppets towards the battlefield.

The fortune teller looked around, and an emotion called joy appeared in his cloudy eyes.

After so many years, he finally saw colors again.

"Master Diviner, this is not right. The healing power here has disappeared." When the Blood Lord saw the Master Diviner, he felt as if he had seen his backbone, and ran towards him with trembling peaks and mountains.

"I know about this. This means we are close to the exit." The fortune teller waved his hand, and then he grabbed two savages.

In front of everyone, he crushed their heads.

Amidst the blood splattering everywhere, he chanted a spell.

Dozens of fanatical believers not far away were surrounded by red light. Under the blessing of the red light, the lost ones were easily killed.

He then picked out a dozen or so Suicheng guards who were fleeing. He stretched out his hand, and as if with invisible tentacles, he grabbed those dozen fleeing soldiers and brought them to his side.

"This is an act of cowardice and cannot be tolerated." As soon as he finished speaking, the heads of the defeated soldiers exploded instantly.

The blood splattered on the fortune teller's white robe, almost dyeing it red.

Then more fanatical believers began to glow red on their bodies. They seemed to know no fear and used the long swords in their hands to kill the Lost People who outnumbered them several times.

The tide of battle began to turn.

For a moment, the entire space was filled with a strong and pungent smell of blood.

It's like a hell on earth.

Su Chaoxi watched everything coldly and had no intention of taking any action, and the fortune teller did not show any unhappiness.

"City Lord, I always feel that it is more appropriate to call you the Lord of Sacrifice than the title of Diviner."

The fortune teller smiled and gently wiped the blood off his face.

“These are just gifts from God.”

"Everything that happened here is completely different from what you planned." Su Chaoxi continued to ask. "Why don't you be more honest?"

"No, my plan is to open the entrance and enter this real corridor." The fortune teller looked at Su Chaoxi, still so kind.

"These are just harmless incidents." The fortune teller said cruel words in a calm tone. "Death is the gift they deserve."

This fight with the Lost Ones lasted for two hours.

During this period, the fortune teller did not do much, but occasionally killed a few savages as consumables and continued to give fanatical blessings to his believers.

The other three masters all worked very hard, and the puppet master's two flesh and blood puppets rushed madly into the lost ones.

The puppet master would manually sew up the fallen corpses from time to time to replenish his combat power.

The Blood Lord activated his blood magic, and blood flowers bloomed on the battlefield. The blood flowing everywhere was the best tonic for the Blood Lord.

Her pretty face was even more charming, and with the help of this hell on earth, she was showing signs of breaking through.

The Bone Lord's killing method was even simpler. He used his bone spurs to sweep through waves of Lost Ones.

The sun gradually rose, and the fortune teller stretched out his hand happily and touched the sun.

The sounds of fighting on the battlefield also stopped, and with the appearance of sunlight, no more Lost Ones were generated.

Everyone had a chance to catch their breath, and the fanatical believers collapsed in a pool of blood, exhausted, and quickly fell asleep without caring about anything.

The other three masters returned to the fortune teller. Looking at the shining sunlight, they all felt as if they were in another world.

"Master Diviner, have we arrived in the present world?" The Blood Lord's body was surging with blood, and his voice trembled slightly with excitement.

"No, but it's very close." The fortune teller smiled, seeming to be completely oblivious to the lost people lying on the ground in front of him.

"Master Diviner, I have counted the casualties." The Bone Master took the initiative to report.

"Yes." The fortune teller nodded. "Go ahead and see how many glorious believers have returned to God's embrace."

"There are still two savages left, more than 170 guards, and more than 400 believers."

"Less than I expected." The fortune teller held the heads of the remaining two savages in his hands. "Let me tell you another divination."

As blood splattered, a frenzy of joy appeared on the fortune teller's skinny face.

"Good luck."

The team walked in the wilderness filled with sunshine.

At this time, one day had passed since the first day of fighting.

On the route planned by the fortune teller, dangers and variables are minimized.

Whenever a lost person appears, there will be fanatical believers under the fortune teller who will charge forward fearlessly to deal with him.

Until this moment, several huge earth dragons with rotten bodies appeared in front of the team, emitting a pungent stench.

Their size is even larger than the ones Su Chaoxi encountered in the Land of Time.

The fortune teller has made some countermeasures for this in his plan.

He raised his hand slightly, and more than thirty believers rushed to the earth dragon.

They didn't even launch an attack, but just stood there quietly, willing to become blood food in the earth dragon's mouth.

The sound of chewing rang in Su Chaoxi's ears. The team walked steadily to the side of the group of rotten earth dragons. With sufficient food, the earth dragons did not launch any attacks.

Liu Xijun subconsciously turned her head and took a look at the believers whose heads had been bitten off and who were spurting blood.

I felt a chill in my heart unconsciously.

She held Su Chaoxi's hand tightly again, as if she could gain a little sense of security from it.

She wanted to leave desperately; everything here seemed so crazy.

Chapter 41: The Half-Blood Sword Monk Who Slayed the Dragon

At present, everything is developing according to the fortune teller's plan.

The team moved forward in an orderly manner, and any lost people that occasionally appeared were easily dealt with.

However, one thing started to get weird.

The appearance of the lost people became even more bizarre. They were no longer in human form, but like twisted lumps of flesh.

As the recovery disappeared, hunger and exhaustion once again descended upon the Lost.

Of course, the food that the fortune teller had prepared long ago was enough to support the team's food and drink.

Su Chaoxi noticed that this fortune teller also had a storage bag.

The accident happened on the afternoon of the second day, when a dragon's nest appeared on the route that the fortune teller had not marked.

There were about seven or eight of them, and their decay was even more serious. All the scales on their bodies had fallen off, and green rotten water was flowing.

They are now more like zombie dragons than earth dragons.

The fortune teller followed suit and asked the fanatical believers to come forward and offer sacrifices to clear the way.

Everything was normal, but two fanatical believers suddenly stopped their sacrifice and attacked the earth dragon.

The earth dragon, which was originally enjoying its blood meal peacefully, became enraged and rushed towards the team with a roar.

A look of doubt appeared on the fortune teller's face, but he immediately suppressed it. He commanded the three masters and believers to attack these earth dragons.

"Brother Wang, I am not good at fighting, so please lend a hand if necessary."

The fortune teller turned his head and looked at Su Chaoxi with an earnest expression.

Beside him, the white-robed monk who had led Su Chaoxi before appeared again, standing guard all around, as if to protect him.

Su Chaoxi nodded and looked towards the battlefield.

These eight earth dragons are all at the late stage of Qi Refining, although their bodies are rotten and their armor is weakened.

But the power of poison gas is even more troublesome.

Among the flesh puppets that rushed in as meat shields, one of them had been dissolved and its entire body was festering. The puppet master's face was extremely gloomy.

The Blood Lord's situation is better. The two disciples following behind her can assist her and hold back the two earth dragons.

Bone Master and his disciple Tian Li were also able to fend off the other two.

The rest were the fanatical believers and Suicheng guards. Their strength was generally in the early and middle stages of Qi Refining, so they naturally could not withstand the attacks of the earth dragons.

The earth dragon spat out a mouthful of green venom, causing widespread casualties.

"Do you want to take action?" Liu Xijun asked with a tense face as she listened to the sound of the venom dissolving the flesh and blood.

"Just protect yourself, I'll go and help you." Su Chaoxi instructed, then flew out.

The target was the earth dragon closest to him, which was just about to open its mouth and spray venom.

Su Chaoxi injected spiritual power into the Fire Deity dagger in his hand, and at the same time broke the curse with his fingertips.

The spiritual light blasted out first, aiming at the earth dragon's green eyes.

The moment the spiritual light touched it, it exploded immediately.

The earth dragon roared in pain and the spray of venom was interrupted.

Then there was a leap of fire, surrounding its fragile neck.

With the blessing of the Fire Dagger and spiritual power, Su Chaoxi is not afraid of the foul poisonous gas emanating from the earth dragon.