14 Ghost Mage Sect

The moon was dim and the wind was strong.

Two Ghost Dao cultivators rode a magic human skin and flew in the night.

Lu Xuan and Cheng Lingzhu hid their auras and followed behind them.

"As a Nascent Soul cultivator, when you descend upon a mortal country, you have to disguise yourself and secretly capture people and steal their artifacts."

Lu Xuan and Cheng Lingzhu communicated telepathically.

Thinking of their injuries, it was easy to deduce that there was another force chasing after them, so the two of them did not dare to make a big fuss.

"These two people's auras are superficial and their mana is impure. They aren't disciples of a large sect," Cheng Lingzhu said.

Lu Xuan looked at the backs of the two weak Nascent Soul cultivators and nodded in agreement.

There were still differences in combat strength between cultivators of the same stage.

Due to the influence of the cultivation technique, the quality of the magic power of a top-notch immortal sect disciple could be said to be worlds apart from that of an itinerant cultivator.

This was not counting the assistance of cultivation resources such as heavenly and earthly artifacts and rare medicines.

Otherwise, the Dao Evolution Sect founder would not have racked his brains to secretly learn from the various large sects.

After a few minutes, the magic human skin slowed down and landed near a cliff.

Two men in black jumped down from the magic human skin. One of them was carrying Chu Han, the prince of Dongping, who had already been knocked unconscious.

The other person looked around vigilantly. After confirming that no one was following him, he took out a token.

There was a cave in front of the cliff. There was a formation inside that sealed off the aura. The Nascent Soul cultivators used their tokens to open it and entered one after another.

After a while, the air distorted slightly as Lu Xuan and Cheng Lingzhu appeared.

The entrance of the cave was gray as if it was covered with a layer of fog. This was the array shield here.

Lu Xuan extended his hand and pointed. A clear light lit up from his fingertip and the shield melted away quietly.

"Let's go."

Lu Xuan waved his hand.

Cheng Lingzhu nodded and followed him into the cave.

...

The cave was narrow and could only accommodate one person.

After walking another ten miles, they suddenly saw a light.

The exit of the cave was located in a huge valley. At the center of the valley was a black circular altar.

The altar was more than a thousand feet in diameter, and there were many black-robed men standing around it. There were thousands of them, and all of them were cultivators.

Twelve temples were piled up on the large altar, all built with human heads, with a square platform in the center.

Three men in black stood in front of the altar, facing the crowd of people in black.

The two on the left and right were the Nascent Soul ghost cultivators who had kidnapped Chu Han that night. The person standing in the middle seemed to be the leader of this group.

"The Ancestral Mage Bone Slab has been assembled. Tonight is the time for our Ghost Mage Sect to rise!"

The leader's voice was deep and his mana ran deep. He was a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. He held a bone plate in his hand, which seemed to be made of several pieces of broken bones.

The Ghost Mage Sect leader respectfully placed the bone plate in the center of the altar. Then, the three Nascent Soul cultivators took out daggers and slit their wrists without hesitation.

Fresh blood flowed down and sprinkled on the square altar, soaking the black bone plate and flowing down the grooves of the altar.

The surface of the circular altar was also engraved with blood grooves, outlining fine patterns. These were the array runes on the altar.

Blood flowed out and filled the grooves of the array patterns. Only when the blood patterns connected the twelve temples to the central altar did the three black-robed men stop. Their faces were pale.

What they put in was not ordinary blood but the blood essence of cultivators. It contained the origin, and even Nascent Soul realm cultivators could not withstand it.

However, their faces were filled with fanaticism.

The Ghost Mage Sect leader knelt on the ground and chanted a strange prayer.

The others also knelt down and followed the sect leader, making obscure and awkward sacrificial sounds.

The blood on the altar squirmed, and wisps of blood Qi were emitted from the twelve temples. They flowed into the square platform, and the black bone plate shrouded in blood floated up.

A strong wind suddenly blew inside the sacrificial altar. The Ghost Mage Sect leader shouted in a low voice. Streams of blood and Qi emerged from the disciples below and surged towards the black bone plate.

The bone plate of the Ancestral Magus shone, and a faint consciousness was born from the bone plate, gradually growing stronger.

As soon as this consciousness appeared, an extremely desolate aura spread out. It seemed like an existence that had traversed from ancient times.

The blood Qi of thousands of Ghost Mage Sect disciples gathered into a blood mist giant. Its body was huge as if it could support the heavens and the earth.

The sect leader of the Ghost Mage Sect could not help but tremble. A fanatical expression appeared on his face, mixed with uncontrollable joy.

"Quick, quick, bring that mortal prince up!"

A figure was thrown in front of the altar. It was Chu Han, the Crown Prince of Dongping.

Chu Han had already woken up. When he opened his eyes, he witnessed the scene of such a barbaric sacrifice. He was instantly scared out of his wits.

This was different from the immortal cultivation he had imagined!

What happened to cultivating one's heart and mind and being at ease?

Chu Han closed his eyes in despair, ready to accept his impending death.

Who knew that the blood mist giant did not even look at him? It stretched out its huge palm and grabbed the sect leader of the Ghost Mage Sect in its hand.

"Ancestral Magus, Ancestral Magus!"

The sect leader of the Ghost Mage Sect realized that something was wrong and hurriedly shouted, trying to communicate with the blood mist giant.

Unfortunately, such a move was useless. The existence known as the Ancestral Magus threw the Ghost Mage Sect leader into his mouth as if he were eating candy.

How could the flesh and blood of an ordinary mortal be comparable to that of a Nascent Soul cultivator?

The remaining two Ghost Mage Sect cultivators turned pale with fright. They urged their magic power and were about to fly away when the blood mist giant reached out and grabbed them. It did the same thing and swallowed the two of them.

After the three Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators entered his stomach, the blood mist giant's body became more solid. He stepped forward and opened his mouth to roar.

The bodies of thousands of Ghost Mage Sect cultivators exploded and turned into a blood mist. Strands of blood Qi gathered and surged towards the giant.

However, this was still insufficient to satiate it.

The blood mist giant desperately needed more blood. He looked into the distance where there was a big city. He sensed the abundant flesh and blood in it and was about to step forward.

However, two figures stood in front of him.

Lu Xuan's Daoist Sword hung at his waist as he stood there with his legs apart.

Cheng Lingzhu followed beside him, her aura a little weak. He had forcefully dragged her over.

The cooldown of the Ancestral Master's Spirit Subjugation was still not over, so Cheng Lingzhu felt that they should retreat first.

However, Lu Xuan insisted that he could win.

This confused Cheng Lingzhu.

In the City of Death, Lu Xuan had said he could fight.

In Yanshui, he had also said the same thing.

Now that he was encountering the powerful existence sacrificed by the Ghost Mage Sect, Lu Xuan could still say that he could fight.

What kind of secret artifact was he carrying? Why did it seem like it could not run out?

Wasn't this man a little too persistent?

Lu Xuan calmly raised his hand, gesturing for Cheng Lingzhu to hide behind him.

However, he was very emotional in his heart.

Many years ago, when he was with his master, he was the one who had hugged Cheng Hongtan's thigh.

The current him had already grown into a towering tree that could shelter her from the wind and rain.