The Ming Dynasty in Another World: People are in the Heavenly Prison, and Wuji becomes a Taoist

Chapter 256 The Dragon Veins of the Former Dynasty!

These people were decisive and ruthless in their actions. The expressions on their faces under the masks were extremely indifferent, and they did not seem to have any mercy.

It seemed as if what was lying in front of these people was not a living life, but lambs ready to be slaughtered.

The fresh blood in the child's body shot out from the broken neck instantly and flowed into the blood pool under the coffin.

Seeing such a bloody scene, Lin Mo, who had a gloomy face, couldn't help but be shocked.

His eyes widened in surprise and he was speechless.

"Fuck!"

Even though Lin Mo was usually well-behaved, he couldn't help but curse in his heart at this moment.

These idiots actually killed so many helpless children at once.

Is this fucking human?

He could feel the great resentment gathering together.

Those grievances obviously came from the dead children.

but……

He can't take action now.

Because there are so many people in the field, there are many masters with profound cultivation.

If he takes action rashly at this moment, he may be in trouble.

In fact, even if he took action, he couldn't save those children.

Because they were already dying, just hanging on for a breath.

The reason why those people from the Manchu Restoration Society kept their lives alive and did not kill them until now was just because the blood sacrifice needed fresh blood and resentful souls to start.

Lin Mo was filled with anger.

He knows very well that the best revenge for these beasts is to make their plan fail!

I want to wait for an opportunity to destroy all of this!

At this time, someone walked over quickly, and Fu Er whispered to the middle-aged man surnamed Yao: "Master Yao, Mei Lang, who was guarding the Confused Soul Forest, is missing. In addition, the six members of the third team responsible for patrol have disappeared. It should be Someone broke in."

The eyes of the middle-aged man named Yao suddenly became sharp.

"Now is the critical time for the ceremony. There is no room for any mistakes. You should immediately lead the first team and Chen Wu from the enshrining group to deal with this matter together!"

The middle-aged man surnamed Yao warned very seriously, "Remember, don't cause too much commotion. We are not the only ones here who are members of the Fuguo Society. Don't lose the majesty and magnanimity of the royal family in front of outsiders."

"Yes!"

The men took the order and left.

Just after the middle-aged man surnamed Yao gave all the instructions, the music in the venue became louder and more exciting.

Blood flowed, and a strange ghostly black mist emerged out of thin air, lingering on the coffin that was pulled up by the iron chain, constantly lingering and flying.

The huge bronze coffin was like a monster, with its huge mouth opened, constantly absorbing the blood in the blood pool.

In the passionate and loud music, those shamans have become extremely crazy, shaking their bodies desperately.

Complex and strange spells came out of their mouths.

A beam of moonlight suddenly dropped from above the head and fell on the surface of the coffin. The reliefs shone brightly under the moonlight.

At the same time, a strange sinister wind suddenly appeared from nowhere.

Most of the oil lamps lit on the surrounding mountain walls were blown out, and the square instantly became dark.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the venue seemed even more bizarre.

However, such a strange sight did not scare everyone.

Instead, the expressions of those on the high platform and off the field became extremely crazy and excited.

At this moment, Yao Zhengyang, who was on the high platform, raised the bronze sword in his hand and shouted loudly: "The auspicious time has come. Use blood as a sacrifice and soul as a guide. Please... the real dragon ascends to heaven!"

After the words fell, a figure came through the air and landed directly on the bronze coffin with the relief of the Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin.

That man was none other than the soul of the Fuguo Society in the previous dynasty—Fourth Master!

At this moment, the fourth master was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, embroidered with nine real dragons with teeth and claws, soaring in the clouds and mist.

Wearing a dragon robe and an imperial crown on his head.

At this moment, Fourth Master is like an emperor waiting to be crowned.

His body was filled with the aura of royalty and elegance.

He looked in all directions, stood with his head held high, opened his hands, and took a deep breath.

Those black souls of grievances that were circling and whimpering began to surge violently, and then crazily poured into his body.

However, facing such a scene, Fourth Master didn't care at all. Instead, his face showed a look of intoxication, and he allowed the ghost to merge into his body.

He raised his hand and clapped it forward, and the lid of the bronze coffin moved sideways.

Then, he nodded towards Yao Zhengyang, who was presiding over the ceremony, and then leaned back and fell into the bronze coffin.

At this time, a large amount of blood had already accumulated in the coffin. When he lay down in it, his body was instantly soaked in blood.

Even though his mouth and nose were covered with thick blood, he still didn't feel any discomfort.

After the fourth master was placed in the coffin, Yao Zhengyang reset the coffin lid.

Bang!

The moment the coffin lid fell, a demonic wind emerged again, blowing from all directions.

All the lights in the venue were extinguished, and the scene suddenly fell into darkness.

Only the moonlight above the head was as bright as clouds, providing a glimmer of light here.

Such a weird scene makes people breathe quickly.

However, just a few seconds later, a dark red light emitted from the inside of the coffin, like a red-hot iron block, rendering the altar on the high platform very strange.

Lin Mo watched all this with doubts in his heart.

The bronze coffin is dense and thick, and it is obviously impossible for light to pass through it.

But at this moment, there is a red light coming out, which is really weird.

The middle-aged man surnamed Yao stood behind the incense table, muttering something in his mouth, then took out something from his arms and spread it out on the incense table.

Lin Mo looked at it intently and saw that it was an ancient sheepskin scroll.

There are obvious traces of stitching on it.

When he saw this object, the short left envoy of the Holy Spirit Cult couldn't help but his eyes shone, and he couldn't help shouting: "They actually have the Dragon Vein Sheji Map!"

The ruby ​​girl next to me saw such a thing for the first time. She asked in great surprise: "Master Zuo, is that piece of sheepskin the Dragon Vein Sheji Map of the previous dynasty?"

"Yes, that thing has been worshiped in the dragon veins for hundreds of years. I don't know how many top worshipers from the previous dynasty spent their efforts and absorbed a huge amount of dragon vein energy before they were finally sacrificed and refined into the Dragon Vein Sheji Diagram!"

The left envoy of the Holy Spirit Cult nodded slightly and spoke slowly, "No wonder the people of the Manchu Restoration Society are so confident and confident. It turned out that they wanted to rely on this object to allow the fourth prince to ascend to heaven with the help of the Nine Dragons, remove the curse, and cast the The body of a true dragon!"

Hongyu lowered her voice subconsciously.

"In that case, Master Zuo, then let's..."

The Holy Spirit taught the left envoy to raise his hand to stop him.

"No rush, it's not yet time!"

With a calm look on his face, he focused his attention on the altar again, with a faint smile on his lips.

"The show... will begin soon!"