Just as Meng Zhang and the others were hurrying on their way, the ceremony in the valley also began.
There is an inconspicuous hill in the valley. Ouyang Jian and the others arranged a special altar in front of the hill.
The shape of the altar is weird, and the sacrifices placed in front are full of blood and depravity, which makes the whole altar give people a gloomy feeling, which makes people shudder.
Seeing one sacrifice after another being placed in front of the altar, even Guishen Duanqi felt that something was wrong.
Ghost babies, ghost children, purple river carts… these things are almost never touched by righteous monks, and only demon monks often use them.
Zhenjun Mo Qing, a powerful demon cultivator from the Great Li Dynasty, performs mysterious demonic rituals here, which is not a good thing at first glance.
Of course, before Ouyang Jian and the others reveal their purpose, Guishen Duanqi can’t stop them.
If their ritual has nothing to do with the interests of Yin Capital City, Duan Xi will take a big revenge against them if he steps in to stop it.
Duan Ci is a loyal minister of Yindu City. He is loyal to Yindu City conscientiously and is willing to go through fire and water for Yindu City.
However, he was also unwilling to offend Ouyang Jian and Zhenjun Mo Qing.
Ouyang Jian held a high position in the court and had many disciples and former officials. Zhang Xingda, who was traveling with him all the way, had a position in Yin Capital City that was not inferior to that of Duanqi.
The Demonic Cultivator Mo Qing Zhenjun is even more vengeful and vicious. If he targets you, you will definitely be in trouble for eight lifetimes.
Both Broken Thorn and his companions decided to continue to wait and see their next move.
Of course Shouzheng and the others knew what Ouyang Jian and the others were up to.
He is also waiting now, waiting for Ouyang Jian and the others to take action, and then he will come up with a mantis to catch the cicada and the oriole behind, and win the final spoils.
Zhang Xingda kept walking around the valley, driving a massive amount of earth energy, and continuously pouring it into the altar.
The atmosphere above the altar became more and more gloomy.
Zhenjun Moqing is the host of this ceremony and the controller of the altar.
He opened the seals with both hands in front of the altar, chanting mysterious spells quickly in his mouth.
Along with the seemingly vague murmuring sounds, gusts of dark wind blew around the altar.
Surrounded by the sinister wind, True Lord Mo Qing looked even more sinister and terrifying at this time.
As more and more earth energy flowed into the altar, the sacrifices in front of the altar began to disappear quickly.
I don’t know if the ritual that Lord Moqing set up on the altar and performed was to communicate with the power of the demonic realm, or if it was simply to assist in casting spells.
However, judging from the altar’s response to him, it seems that he is really communicating with the power of the demonic realm.
In fact, Zhenjun Moqing held this ceremony just to cast a spell that could perfectly destroy the souls of inborn ghosts and gods.
In order to fully unleash the power of this spell, it is best to draw on the power of the Demon Realm.
For a great demon in the Demon Realm, it is very interesting to kill a natural ghost and completely destroy its soul.
A certain demon who often dealt with Zhenjun Moqing responded to his request. After taking away the sacrifice, he happily lowered his power.
Zhenjun Mo Qing pointed with one hand, and a black smoke immediately flew out from the altar and floated towards the hill in front.
The black smoke seemed to be completely absorbed by the hills and suddenly disappeared.
After a while, the entire hill began to shake, and the shaking became more intense.
Seeing this scene, Zhenjun Moqing sighed and said to Ouyang Huajin who was behind Ouyang Jian: “My dear nephew, it seems that you can’t hide this time, so you still need to take action.”
Ouyang Jian immediately gave the order to Ouyang Huajin.
Under Ouyang Jian’s years of accumulated prestige, even though he was dissatisfied, Ouyang Huajin still accepted the order without any hesitation.
Zhenjun Mo Qing made a few empty strokes in the air with one hand, and another black smoke flew out, turned into a sharp sword, and fell into Ouyang Huajin’s hand.
“My dear nephew, I heard that you have received the true inheritance from Brother Ouyang, and you are proficient in swordsmanship and have excellent killing skills. Now I will give you a good sword to cheer you up in this battle.”
“Next, we need you to make good use of the sword in your hands to help us complete our plan.”
While speaking, Zhenjun Moqing gave a weak push forward with his right hand.
Ouyang Huajin’s soul was pushed to the hill without any resistance, and then blended into it like a drop of water.
In essence, Yuanshen is a sublimated soul. It can be virtual or real. When it is transformed into a virtual body, it can easily pass through tangible obstacles such as rocks.
After Ouyang Huajin’s soul entered the hill in front, the hill shook more and more violently, as if there was a monster hidden inside, and it was now exerting force.
The hills shook violently, and the surrounding ground also began to shake violently.
Soon, the vibration spread to the entire valley, and continued to spread in all directions.
The earth shook violently, as if an earthquake had occurred.
On the surrounding mountain walls, many rocks began to slide down.
Zhang Xingda, who was mobilizing the energy of the earth veins around him, discovered that there was an earthquake around the valley.
Out of curiosity and concern for his old friend Ouyang Jian, he flew in from outside the valley and wanted to see what was going on here.
Zhenjun Moqing is presiding over the ceremony and casting spells.
Ouyang Jian stood aside, probably protecting him.
Ouyang Huajin disappeared, and he didn’t know where he went.
“What’s going on? Why is there such a big fuss?”
“This is the Devil May Cry Mountains. There are many ghosts and ghost beasts around the Book Garden www.zhaoshuyuan.com. If you provoke them, it will not be easy to deal with.”
“By the way, where is nephew Joaquin? Where has he gone?”
“Isn’t he going to transform into a ghost? Why is he missing?”
Zhang Xingda asked a lot of questions in one breath.
At the same time, he also looked at True Lord Mo Qing with doubtful eyes.
Although he was concerned about Ouyang Jian’s face and did not mention it to his face, he was still somewhat wary of demon cultivators like Zhenjun Mo Qing.
Even though he had the experience of fighting side by side with Mo Xiu, he had never regarded Mo Xiu as a trustworthy comrade.
Knowing the strange methods of the demon cultivator, he has never been less alert in front of the demon cultivator.
If it weren’t for his old friend Ouyang Jian this time, he would not be able to go deep into the Devil May Cry Mountains with a demon cultivator like Zhenjun Mo Qing.
Ouyang Jian had a gentle smile on his face and was about to explain with the excuse he had prepared in advance so that he could continue to fool this old friend.
Suddenly, an accident happened.
Because the vibrations on that hill were so violent, a large amount of rocks were sliding down.
When Zhang Xingda was asking questions, there was another unprecedented violent shock.
The top of the hill suddenly collapsed, and more rocks slid down, exposing the inside of the hill.
A huge, mountain-like head appeared in front of everyone.