Chapter 477 The monks outside are too wild!

Chapter 477 The monks outside are too wild!

The two real people, one old and one young, did not interrupt, or even expressed their opinions at all. They just watched in silence, like spectators.

A group of clan elders seemed to have gotten used to the silence of the two elders. They continued to argue for more than a quarter of an hour, but the elder finally made the decision.

Don't overreact, just find a scapegoat and express your stance to deal with it.

A meeting ended like this.

After everyone dispersed, the two real people looked at each other.

An old man and a young man.

The old man is in the middle stage of cultivation, his face is wrinkled, his beard and hair are all white, his whole body is filled with twilight energy, surrounded by the aura of death.

It's obvious that he has reached his final years, and he doesn't know when he will return to the west. Now he is just holding on for dear life.

The young man is full of vigor, but he is only an early-stage monk who has just entered the real world, and his strength is limited.

For an ordinary Zhenren family, such a situation is actually not bad, at least there is no shortage of jobs.

But their Chu family is a family of infant gods, and the current situation cannot get any worse.

Neither of them spoke. The old man was helpless because he no longer had the strength to take action.

The young man has been like this for so many years, and his sense of existence has always been very low. If he hadn't suddenly been promoted to a real person, few people in the clan would have noticed him.

After breaking through to the real person, the young man still had this attitude, which made the whole family think that he had a grudge in his heart and let him go for many years.

The elders of the clan were also guilty. Although they took good care of him, the young man was indifferent and continued to stay away from the family all day long. He did not leave or get close to him, so the whole clan did not know how to start.

The old man looked at the young man and moved his lips, wanting to say something.

But the young Chu Hao stood up, saluted the old man, turned and left.

"Alas!" Seeing this, the old man sighed and cried sadly: "My Chu family was led to this road by the old man, and I have no face to go down to see my ancestors!"

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The young man Chu Hao left the hall and returned straight to his mansion. He passed through a number of buildings and came to a room in the side hall.

At this moment, in the entire side hall, the candlelight was swaying, and the blood-red light flickered, looking a little evil.

As the young man Chu Hao pushed open the door and entered, the faint smell of blood hit his face, and everything in the room looked blood red.

A huge blood array spread across the entire room, and there were a lot of flesh, bones, poisons and other evil things everywhere.

At the core of the formation, an ugly rag doll was nailed to the center by densely packed long silver needles, and there seemed to be words on it.

"Team leader!"

"Team leader!"

As the young man closed the door, a figure emerged from the shadow of the room. There were five wine sacrifices in total, with different cultivation levels.

The young man Chu Hao nodded slightly, and first glanced at the evil blood formation altar. Seeing that it was completed, he said, "Have you got the medium?"

One person immediately turned over his hands and took out three items.

A tattered preacher's robe, a magic weapon, a walking stick, and a blood-red skull.

"These are the items related to Murong Cheng that my subordinates found during this period. The magic weapon was one he used in his early years, and it is suspected to be his broken magic robe."

"As for the last one... he is a mortal of his direct bloodline and grandson."

Young Chu Hao frowned slightly and said, "Isn't there something closer, like hair?"

The five people shook their heads together.

"Okay, let's do it like this!" Young Chu Hao said with a frown.

When the five people heard this, they were silent for a moment. The man who took out something hesitated and said:

"Team leader, why don't we wait any longer? The sect has already given us news, and there should be support in the near future. Moreover, the young clan leader suddenly disappeared. It is suspected that he is the leader of the second group, and he has probably returned to the sect to make contact."

The young man Chu Hao shook his head and said: "With the current situation in the sect, there is no time to take care of our trivial matters. If we ask for help, we can only ask a real person to come over. In the end, we have to do something."

"Besides, that guy Murong Cheng can't bear it any longer. Rather than being beaten by him, let's try to take action in advance and send the old guy to see the King of Hell."

After the five people heard this, they fell silent again and did not refute anything.

One by one, they came to the special position of the formation and sat down. Young Chu Hao stepped into the center of the blood formation altar, disintegrating all three media and integrating them into the ugly cursed doll in the center.

The already ugly rag doll suddenly appeared covered in stains, as if it had been fished out of some smelly ditch, and the ominous atmosphere filled the air.

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While several people were preparing, no one noticed that two people were standing on the roof opposite the side hall.

A cloud of ghostly mist formed a magic eye in front of the two of them, projecting the scene inside the room.

"It turns out that Uncle Chu Hao is the team leader!" Chu Ziyu sighed as he watched this scene.

"Does this seem to be the preparation?" Wang Zijia became interested and looked at the cursed doll in the center of the picture and asked: "Is this Murong Chengcheng the backing of the Murong family that you said is not very good with our Chu family?"

"Yes, Father. The feud between our family and the Murong family has lasted for several generations." Chu Ziyu said with a cold light in his eyes:

"And this old guy has had several private fights with father before, but he failed to take advantage. Now he is probably dying. He wants to force father to show up before he dies, and wants to win father with him."

"If I remember correctly, this Murong Cheng is just a real late-stage cultivator with fake infant fighting power, right?" Wang Zijia recalled the information.

"Yes, when the upper god of their family was dying, he found that there was a lack of successors in the clan. So he used his great magic power to raise a fierce ghost, destroy its mind, and practiced it into a ghost weapon, which could be passed down."

"But the fierce ghost is not so easy to control. After losing its spiritual intelligence, it needs to be combined with the soul weapon to control it. In this process, the ghost weapon will absorb the user's yang energy and yang life, making people weak and short-lived, and will also affect future generations."

"Therefore, almost all the main branches of their family are consumptive ghosts, and the infant god has been cut off for almost 700 years. No one who hopes to have an infant god has appeared. It can be said that this weapon is the reason for success and failure."

The two families obviously have a feud, and Chu Ziyu has a very detailed understanding of the Murong family.

At this time, the room was ready, and the young man Chu Hao was already in place, ready to start the ritual.

"Father, aren't we going down?" Chu Ziyu asked when he saw this.

"Let's take a look first to see how good his spell skills are!" Wang Zijia replied with an interesting expression.

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In the room, after everything was ready, the six people sat cross-legged, and the blood array under them began to light up red, making the room, which was already illuminated by candlelight, more evil.

As the entire altar array lit up, the five people around moved in unison.

They all slapped their chests!

"Puff..."

A mouthful of pure blood was sprayed out, turned into strange nutrients, and fell into the array.

Under the entanglement of the evil aura, the five people not only became listless and weak, but also looked a little older, and a few strands of white hair appeared on their heads.

This crude method made Wang Zijia outside twitch his mouth.

What kind of broken thing is this? He has cultivated so much spells, and he is serious about learning from others to open an altar to fight? ? ?

The cultivators outside the sect are so wild and their methods are so rough, but you are at least Wanyu Anbu!

Even if the Chu family members who have hardly ever returned to the sect... Well, then it's understandable that you are a bit of a rubbish.

Wang Zijia's thoughts flashed at this time, but the people in the room did not stop their actions.

The young man Chu Hao was more ruthless than the five people. He took out a knife and cut his wrists directly. The bright red blood instantly dyed the entire center of the altar red.

He did not stop moving, and slashed a few more times on the chest and thighs, which was extremely crisp.

Even if he was a real person, he had not yet escaped the limitations of the flesh, so Chu Hao's face was pale and his breath was weak.

But he didn't care, letting the blood flow, and his hands began to pinch the spells continuously.

After the spells were cast, the cursed doll in the center absorbed a lot of blood, and the dirty body became a little blood red, but a little more alive.

"Reporting to the Taoist, there are evil ghosts disturbing all living beings, devouring human souls, destroying wealth and hurting the body, and causing separation of wives and children, and committing countless sins."

"Today, a disciple is opening an altar to perform a spell, which cuts off the ghost gate, causes plague, and causes people to lose three souls and seven spirits to leave the body, and their vitality is completely gone!"

The young man kept pinching his fingers and performing the spell, and most of his blood flowed out. His face was pale and he looked very weak.

Uneasy, he took out a bunch of messy things and activated them one after another, as if to increase the amount of this spell.

With the increase in the amount, he paid a lot of price. Seeing that half of his life was gone, the breath of the cursed doll became more and more weird, but the feeling of the living person on it became stronger and stronger.

Wang Zijia's eyes were slightly narrowed, and when he thought that Chu Hao would use some means to curse people next.

"Puff!"

As a result, the guy started to stab the cursed doll with a bloody dagger under Wang Zijia's stunned eyes!

"Puff... You really want to use a hard curse, right? You want to be rough and simple, right?"

"I've prepared a lot of things in advance, paid a lot of money, and even took off my pants. At the end, you don't come gently, and don't force it!!!"

"If you have a little strategy, you can make people obey half-heartedly, right?"

"As a result, you paid a lot of money, and finally forced it. I really... This is too fucked up! Are all the left-handed people outside so unprofessional!"

"Puff, puff!"

While Wang Zijia's thoughts were flashing, the young man took a knife and stabbed the cursed doll fiercely, hitting all the vital points.

The strange cursed doll actually bleeds, and the wound tried to heal, but was stopped by other forces attached to the doll.

"Who is this evil Taoist who dares to curse and harm me!"

The next moment, a loud roar resounded throughout the city, and a huge demon king ghost emerged. After looking around, it swept towards the Chu family.

This huge movement instantly alarmed countless cultivators in the city.