There were small vibrations on the top of her head, which made Sang Ying frown.

There is no sunlight in the dark room, only dim lights. People trapped here cannot feel the passage of time, and Sang Ying cannot figure out what time it is now.

But she guessed that these days were the days when she and Dong Fuzhu and others had agreed to capture Tingchao Sect.

However, they still have an agreement that if they bring someone to this area, they will tap the new high-level communication talisman they use for communication. This communication talisman has been hidden in her flesh. If there is any movement on Dong Fuzhu's side,

There will also be clear vibrations coming from her here.

But the strange thing is that Sang Ying has been waiting for many days, but there is no movement at all.

Just when she felt strange about this, the door to the darkroom was opened again.

The guard who took the initiative to greet him paused, and immediately said in surprise: "Hey, where did you get these people from? How come there are so many of them, and everyone is still suffering? Didn't our sect leader tell you to be more careful?

What if we make a fuss and are discovered?"

For some reason, Sang Ying's eyelids suddenly jumped after hearing these words.

However, bad premonitions always come true. As soon as Sang Ying turned her eyes towards him, the other party responded: "Ha, you don't know, our sect almost fell into someone's trap this time! If it weren't for the beast,

If idiots like the Soul Sect and the Formation Sect don't believe those foreign monks who went to bring in reinforcements, our sect may be destroyed now!"

Following a few words from the man, a group of people with their hands tied were pushed in and brought in.

There were indeed a lot of them, and when they all entered the darkroom, the entire darkroom was almost filled.

With so many people, the guard didn't even have time to ask about the situation. Instead, he said helplessly: "Why have you crammed all the people in here? We can't even fit them in here. The number of cages is simply not enough!"

"It's okay, the sect leader said, just leave them underneath and watch them carefully. Anyway, the sacrifice is only tomorrow." The other party replied.

Jing Huan listened to the questions and answers between the two people, and he subconsciously looked at the astonishing number of cages above his head.

When he saw the monks locked in small cages, each of them looking desperate and indifferent, he finally knew what kind of hope Dong Fuzhu and others had when they came to ask for help.

Originally, according to their plan, these people could be rescued! But because of their prejudice and distrust, these people's only hope of life disappeared.

Jing Huan closed his eyes, not daring to look any further.

After answering the guard's words, the Chao Zong disciple continued: "Which one here is called Sang Ying?"

Sang Ying's heart was beating wildly, and she knew that her plan must have been exposed.

The guard didn't know what was going on. Hearing this, he subconsciously glanced in Sang Ying's direction: "She's not there. What are you looking for? She's just a timid useless monk."

The disciple of the Chao Sect immediately sneered: "Then you were deceived by her. She is not useless at all. Have you seen so many disciples of the Beast Soul Sect and the Formation Sect? These are all her and her three

Fellow disciples please come over and attack us!"

"What?!" the guard screamed, and his look at Sang Ying immediately became terrifying.

He immediately asked someone to put Sang Ying's cage down, pulled her out of the cage, and started to move.

When Jiang Zhuoxue, who was locked in a cage near Sang Ying, saw this, he couldn't control himself when the group wanted to let the cage down. But Sang Ying's eyes glanced over, and he could only grit his teeth and retract his hand.

Seeing that these people acted without restraint, Jiang Zhuoxue and Dong Fuzhu immediately became anxious.

Dong Fuzhu and the others immediately wanted to rush over to protect the senior sister, but their hands were locked tightly, giving them no chance to escape.

Lan Fusheng made a slight movement of resistance, but was also pulled along and beaten.

Jiang Zhuoxue really couldn't bear to see Sang Ying being beaten, so she could only say angrily to the people below: "Don't get the wrong person. I came up with this plan and I persuaded them to do it. If you want to vent your anger, point it at me

Just come!"

Duan Hanyi also quickly said: "I am also an accomplice. If you have the ability, put me down too!"

The guard kicked Sang Ying hard again, with a very proud expression on his face: "You feel so sorry for this female cultivator. Why, is she good at something, and why did you two care so much about her?"

Jiang Zhuoxue said no more, but the vertical pupils hidden in the shadow slowly lit up.

"You fart! You are not allowed to say that to fellow Taoist Sang!" Duan Hanyi was so angry that if he hadn't been looking for opportunities later to find a way to save people, he would have rushed out of the cage and landed a fist on the face of this foul-mouthed man!

Sang Ying endured the pain all over her body, but carefully placed her index finger on the Tingchao Sect disciple who was watching the show.

Fortunately, these people also knew some sense of propriety and did not dare to continue the beating. The guard just kicked Sang Ying a few more times out of anger before having her hanged up again.

After taking care of the "culprit", the guard said to the rest of the people: "You see, if you want to escape from the control of our Tingchao Sect, this is the only way to end! Tomorrow is the day of sacrifice, and in just one night's work,

Who else do you think will come to save you?! Accept your fate earlier and don’t bother too much. We may still be able to give you a happy time by then!"

There was silence in the darkroom, and the monks cast indifferent eyes, looking at the guard as if they were looking at a dead person.

"Hmph, I'm not afraid to tell you. This sacrifice using you as a sacrifice is to summon the great beast god of our Yunsang world! If you can contribute to the rebirth of the beast god, you flies should all

Just feel lucky!" the guard continued.

Everyone was attracted by the words "Beast God", but no one saw Sang Ying's eyes widen in an instant.

Beast god? Is it the beast god she thought of?

Sang Ying suddenly recalled the dream in which the tall beast god personally took away her spiritual roots. His cold beast eyes looked at her as if she were looking at garbage, and his tone was arrogant and cold: "Let your spiritual roots merge into the caress."

You should feel honored to have Yun's body. If Fuyun and your spiritual roots are not compatible, do you think that a filthy person like you is qualified to repair her spiritual roots?"

The altar in Tingchao Sect was slowly built. In the deep pit in the center of the altar were countless spiritual liquids.

He Lun carefully painted strange lines around the altar, and the red lines gave off a strong smell of blood.

Everything is ready, just waiting for the first ray of morning light to fall tomorrow, He Lun will start the sacrifice and recall the beast god who has been away from this world for many years!

At this moment, Bai Kejin, who was carrying the Shadow Stone, was on his way to the Beast Soul Sect and the Formation Sect.

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There are relatively few updates today, sorry, I will resume three updates tomorrow.

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