Xiaomiaoxian looked at the Wang family's children who stayed behind with extremely vicious eyes.

"You are not qualified."

"You are not sincere."

"You only have utilitarianism but no gratitude."

Xiaomiaoxian stretched out his fingers, and there was constantly green smoke from the candlelight on both sides, locking the kneeling worshippers and throwing them out.

These are all eliminated guys, and the exiled immortals do not accept worship from these guys.

No one knows why Xiaomiaoxian determines people's hearts, but they dare not ask and are always silent and waiting for the result.

In the end, more than 200 people of the Wang family were removed, and less than 300 people were waiting anxiously.

Xiaomiaoxian's vicious eyes not only surround the crowd, but after a while, he said in a low voice: "Blood drop."

call!

People took a big breath.

As the number of people in the temple decreased rapidly, I wonder if it was an illusion, but the already dim and weird atmosphere became even more bizarre.

The little temple fairy stood there with her zombie-like body, her blue eyes staring at everyone cruelly.

"You go out too." Xiaomiaoxian said hoarsely.

Mr. Wang's face froze, and the knife in his hand was slowly lowered. He looked deeply at Xiaomiaoxian and turned around and went out slowly. Before leaving, he said to the descendants who stayed: "Whoever can get the fate of immortality will be the next head of my Wang family."

After saying that, Mr. Wang left the immortal temple with a trembling crutch.

The door closed with a bang.

The light suddenly dimmed.

The invisible breeze suddenly blew, and the green flames on the candles in the temple were also in a daze.

It made people get goose bumps all over their body and looked around suspiciously.

The empty fairy temple, the weird little temple fairy, the magnificent statue without specific facial features, and the candles with green flames spontaneously burning... This does not look like the residence of an immortal.

"Have a knife and bleed."

Xiaomiaoxian pointed to the four square tripods. The dust contained therein was formed by the crushing of all the sacrificial items.

A Wang family member stood up tremblingly, took a few breaths, picked up the knife with a slight trembling, and slashed hard at his index finger.

Drops of blood fell into the four square cauldrons.

No response.

The face of the Wang family turned gray and extremely depressed.

"The fate is not a fairy fate."

Xiaomiaoxian said, then shifting his gaze to another person, who also stood up, and with uneasiness and expectation, he scratched his finger.

Blood fell into the four square cauldron, and nothing happened.

A son of the Wang family came forward and dripped blood, but it never caused any change. The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, and everyone was extremely depressed.

They looked up at the statue of the banished immortal without giving up, and looked at the face without facial features, hoping that the banished immortal could appear and give them the fate of immortality, but they also knew that this was just a luxury that they were unwilling to give.

"It's finally here... fate, fate..."

Shen Qing took a deep breath and slowly got up. The nervousness flashed in his mind for a moment. The pendant on his chest was emitting a cool feeling from beginning to end. Although he had not figured out what this meant, at least there would be changes.

Shen Qing picked up the knife, carved his fanatical admiration for the banished immortal and his ambition to get the immortal fate, and slashed his index finger, squeezed out blood and dripped into the four square cauldrons.
Chapter completed!