Hearing this, the man said, "These people seem to be low-level immortal cultivators, or people with spiritual roots."

Another man said, "It's true, what do you mean is that we are also pretending to be low-level cultivators and being teleported in by them?"

Yang Feng replied: "Yes, after all, with our cultivation level, there is no problem in trying to hide the truth."

The man hesitated for a moment and said, "The place where the teleportation may be related to the palace book, should we notify others?"

Another man said in a low tone: "We are just trying to find a way to sneak in and let's talk about it when we find out!"

After saying this, he raised his hand and lit it gently on his forehead. An invisible wave immediately rippled from his body.

The transformed face did not change at all, but the aura on his body instantly saved him to the middle stage of foundation building.

When Yang Feng and others saw this, they did the same thing and adjusted their breath to the foundation-building realm.

Then the three of them waited, and the red light rose from under their feet.

However, after half an hour, red light columns kept illuminating around them, but none of them was at their feet.

The man couldn't help but ask, "Why didn't teleport? Could it be that your judgment was wrong? This was just random?"

Yang Feng thought for a while and said, "Don't worry, wait a minute. If we are not transmitted from the end, then we can use divine thoughts to explore it in a small way."

After hearing this, Jiao Jiu didn't say anything else, but just looked around carefully.

At this moment, a light suddenly lit up under his feet, and a red light suddenly rose, covering him, and the eyes of a circle of people around him instantly looked at him.

Before he could react, the light instantly subsided and his figure disappeared.

There was a sudden sound of discussion and admiration among the crowd around him, and there were words of envy and regret.

However, before their voices fell, two red lights suddenly lit up around them, and with a flash, they took the two away from the original place. These two were naturally Yang Feng and Jiao Fifteen.

Yang Feng felt the light and shadow around him rotate, and his body swayed involuntarily in the void, and then fell back into reality.

He looked around and found that countless people were still crowding around him. Jiao Shiliu was standing not far away from him with a puzzled look on his face, but Jiao Jiu's figure could not be seen for a moment.

What they were in at this time was a huge, vast underground palace, with people all over the world, and they could not see the walls of the underground palace. They could only see the roof above their heads and the thick stone pillars standing nearby.

There were huge braziers hanging above them, and there was nothing burning inside. No smoke arose, only red flames kept moving.

At the same time, red lights continued to illuminate around, and mortals and low-level cultivators were sent here one by one.

Compared to the solemn atmosphere in the square, it seems more noisy here. All the people who are teleported here seem a little unsustainable excitement, with their shoulders shaking and standing on tiptoe to look around.

In addition to several immortal cultivators in the Foundation Establishment and Qi Training Stages, Yang Feng was surrounded by many mortals. He felt that it was like a miracle when he was suddenly teleported here, and they all chanted prayers in a low voice.

All kinds of sounds merged with each other, echoing continuously throughout the underground palace, and kept "buzzing".

Yang Feng felt a little depressed when he heard these sounds for some reason.

However, this feeling did not last long and disappeared quickly, and a faint smell of blood lingering in the turbid air around it was still lingering.

He wrinkled his nose slightly, looked down at his feet, and found that the bluestone slabs on the ground were all black and dark red, which looked like a smudge that was contaminated by blood all year round.

Seeing this, Yang Feng couldn't help but think of the yin soil found under the stone slab of the underground palace of Yuecheng, Lanzhou, and couldn't help but frown.

At this time, Jiao Shiliu squeezed over from the crowd with difficulty. After reaching his side, he lowered his voice and asked, "How about it, what did you find?"

"It seems to be a clue, but it is not yet confirmed. Let's find fellow Taoist Jiaojiu first." Yang Feng shook his head and said.

After saying that, he sent a message to Jiao Jiu and asked where he was.

After a brief message, I learned that the location where Jiao Jiu was teleported was still some distance away from them, near the center of the underground palace.

So, the two of them moved quietly towards the center amid the noise of the crowd, which naturally attracted complaints and reprimands along the way.

The closer he got to the center of the underground palace, Yang Feng found that the richer the bloody smell he could smell, and the more intense the emerald color on the floor under his feet.

When we arrived near the center of the underground palace, the color of the stone slabs on the ground had become almost purple-black.

Yang Feng looked up and saw a statue more than three meters tall standing in front of him, which was the island master Gongshu.

Near the statue, there is a stone platform with a radius of ten feet, slightly higher than the ground, and is empty, with only a short man with a low figure but strong physique standing.

He was wearing a purple robe, and a blood moon pattern was also embroidered on his chest.

He saw his eyes half closed, covering most of the light in his eyes, and his aura was calm and restrained. He turned out to be a scattered immortal without any sign of dew.

Yang Feng and the others walked to the edge of the open area and stopped. After a moment of stopping on the scattered immortal, they looked behind the statue.

I saw that among the crowd there, there was also a person squeezing forward slightly, revealing half of his body, which was Jiao Jiu.

He naturally saw Yang Feng and the others. When he was about to move towards this side, he saw the immortal suddenly raised his head and glanced left and right.

After a moment, the short man withdrew his gaze, looked straight ahead, and spoke, "Everyone..."

As the sound came together, all the noise around him stopped abruptly, and the entire underground palace suddenly became extremely quiet, and everyone's eyes looked at this person. The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became a little solemn.

Seeing this, Jiao Jiu stopped and looked at the scattered immortal.

"The Heavenly Choice Ceremony has ended. Only by sincerely believing in the Holy Lord and being favored by the Holy Lord can you obtain this supreme glory." The strong and short man said loudly.

When everyone heard the sound, they were immediately overjoyed and couldn't help but cheer.

Yang Feng glanced around and found that there was no red light in the underground palace anymore, and no one was sent into it anymore.

The short man raised his hands and pressed it in front of him for a few times. The cheers gradually became less and the underground palace returned to silence.

He heard him speak again: "The Holy Lord is kind and wishes to open the immortal gate. He decided to choose from you and others who are talented and have a deep connection with immortals, teach the secret methods of cultivating immortals, and stay with him. You and others need to pray sincerely to seek the Holy Lord's arrival."

When the people in the hall heard the sound, they put their hands in front of them, their eyes closed, and immediately made a prayer.

After hearing this, Jiao Shiliu immediately showed a hint of joy on his face and sent a message to Yang Feng and the others, "Two fellow Taoists, since we know that the palace book is coming here, should we notify the three masters of Jiao immediately?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Feng looked at Jiao Jiu on the opposite side with a slightly conspicuous look, but saw the other party's face full of contemplation.

At this moment, the statue in the center of the underground palace suddenly trembled, and two blood-red lights lit up in their eyes.

Seeing this, Yang Feng and his friends also looked at the statue.

"Welcome to the Holy Lord."

The strong and short man turned around, leaned over and bowed to the statue, and said with great respect.

Seeing this, everyone immediately followed his movements, bent down and bowed deeply, and said, "Welcome to the Holy Lord."

Yang Feng also bent down slightly, but his eyes were looking at the statue and the short man who was not very handsome.

I saw the man pinching his hands in front of him, his lips constantly squirming, as if he was silently reciting something.

The blood-red light suddenly flashed in the eyes of the statue behind him, and it turned into two red light columns to project forward.

"Crack!"

As the statue slowly rotated, the two blood-red light columns continued to sweep through the crowd.

When it passed by Yang Feng, he obviously felt a sense of spiritual consciousness, stayed on himself for a moment, and then turned to the side again.

What surprised him was that the source of the spiritual consciousness seemed not to be the statue, but the short man in purple robe.

At this moment, Jiao Jiu's voice transmission sounded in Yang Feng's heart: "What the hell is this person doing? Where is the Holy Lord coming here? It's clearly just that he is releasing his spiritual sense alone!"

"It seems that he is just conducting the ceremony under the name of the Holy Lord, and the Gong Shu may not have come here."

Yang Feng pondered for a moment and replied.

As soon as he finished speaking, two red light beams that swept through the crowd stopped and fell on the two young men.

The two of them immediately looked surprised and quickly moved towards the center under the call of the scattered immortal, attracting countless envious gazes along the way.

Yang Feng glanced at the two of them, looked at them for a moment, and immediately found that although these two people were only in the foundation-building stage, they seemed to have good spiritual root attributes and root bones.

Immediately afterwards, the two rays of light began to patrol among the crowd again.

After a moment, he stopped at a thin boy and a pretty girl.

When Yang Feng looked at it, he found that although these two people were not immortal cultivators, their qualifications for cultivation were excellent.

Afterwards, as the red light column continued to move and stop, one boy and girl after another were selected.

Under the guidance of the scattered immortal, they all moved towards the high platform in the center of the statue.

After a while, more than 200 people gathered there.

From Yang Feng's perspective, if they do not look at the level of cultivation and only discuss their cultivation qualifications, they are all the best among the tens of thousands of people in this underground palace.

Seeing this, a sudden flash of inspiration in his heart, linking up many things before, as if he had figured out the key, and quickly sent a message to Jiao Jiu and the others and said, "My fellow Taoists, things are probably a little bad. This place is probably not a place to pay homage to the Holy Lord, but a place for blood sacrifice on Yuedao."

"What?" Jiao Jiu was shocked when he heard this.
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