Chapter 117: Survive from a desperate situation? A different kind of sacrifice! The authority of light and shadow, a level life form!
A small world.

On a small island outside the extraterritorial battlefield.

"Kill! Kill!"

"Hurry up and kill that lunatic, otherwise we will die!"

“Quick, quickly join forces to cast a spell and imprison this lunatic in the foundation-building stage. Otherwise, if he goes crazy, we will be in trouble!”

"Quick, everyone else, do you have any pills? Damn it, I'm running out of spiritual energy. If you have any pills, lend them to me to replenish them! Quick! Quick!"

"Damn it! That madman, that madman who likes to collect corpses, is catching up with us. Run away quickly!"

"It's fatal! We are just here to grab the opportunity, why are we being chased by a madman?"

On the island, a burst of wailing filled with sorrow rang out one after another, and the faces of the practitioners who were flying in the light beams were all filled with horror.

Some practitioners looked back from time to time to see if the madman had caught up with them; some practitioners even flew towards the outside world without looking back, as if only this could soothe their inner fears.

At this moment, these practitioners who controlled the escape light did not look like the high-spirited foundation-building practitioners. Instead, they looked like refugees fleeing famine, looking very poor.

Tear!

Tear!

However, no matter how these practitioners fled, the green sword beams that cut through the air also broke through the practitioners' protective weapons and spells very cleanly and killed them with the sword.

a moment.

"thump!"

In mid-air, there was another cultivator who was controlling the light of escape. He was stabbed in the throat by a sword. He gurgled a few times, and his life force faded away. He fell to the ground powerlessly, splashing a cloud of dust.

Whizzing.

At this moment, a cultivator riding a flying sword grabbed the corpse and put it into his storage bag with his spiritual sense.

Looking closely, this cultivator was none other than Wang Lin.

"Quick! Quick!"

"I have killed 766 practitioners and collected enough gold to build this golden altar!"

"Next, I can start offering sacrifices to the Goddess of Light!"

"I, I must sacrifice to the Goddess of Light faster than Teng Huayuan and the others. Only in this way can I stop Teng Huayuan from dealing with my family!"

In mid-air, Wang Lin gritted his teeth and muttered anxiously.

When Wang Lin learned that Teng Huayuan had gone to Zhao State to look for his relatives, he became very nervous and anxious!

Wang Lin is now out of any other options. He can only rely on the power of blood sacrifice to gather enough sacrifices to offer to the Goddess of Light, and ask her to send down a miracle to protect his loved ones.

Ask the Goddess of Light to kill Teng Huayuan!
Ask the Goddess of Light to protect the Wang family!
These are the only two thoughts Wang Lin has at the moment.

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Zhao State.

Outside a small border town.

Hearing Teng Huayuan's murderous words, the old monk smiled bitterly and shook his head. He touched an ancient mirror in his hand, made a gesture with his right hand, and gently slapped it. Suddenly, the ancient mirror flew out of his hand and hovered in the air, as if looking for some direction. However, after a long time, the ancient mirror turned left and right, but could not find the final direction.

"Hey!"

Seeing this, the old monk frowned, knowing that there were too few clues to provide, so he flicked his sleeves and pointed at the ancient mirror in the air with his right hand, and the small mirror immediately returned to his hand.

Then, the old monk bit his fingertips, quickly drew a symbol on the mirror, and threw it again. This time, the mirror grew in the wind and immediately became several times larger. The mirror surface was crystal clear, flashing with layers of ripples.

Suddenly, the mirror tilted and shone towards Teng Huayuan.

"Don't be alarmed, Fellow Daoist Teng. This old man's ancient mirror is performing a ritual. It needs to absorb the curse energy from you and that person before it can find the clan that person belongs to."

After seeing that Teng Huayuan was obviously displeased, the old monk hurriedly spoke and explained with a serious face.

Zizi!

In an instant, wisps of black gas emanated from Teng Huayuan's forehead. Under the influence of some force, these wisps of black gas were rapidly penetrating into the ancient mirror. With the naked eye, it was visible that more and more ripples appeared on the mirror surface. Under the layers of ripples, a large house was slowly reflected inside.

Suddenly, a hint of murderous intent flashed across Teng Huayuan's eyes. After taking a look in the mirror, he turned his head without saying a word, and stared at this immortal-looking monk with a pair of gloomy eyes.

The old monk hesitated for a moment, sighed softly, and waved his right hand. The ancient mirror floated down and grew several times larger in an instant, becoming more than one meter tall.

"please."

The old monk gave a bitter smile and stepped into the mirror.

Teng Huayuan showed a sinister smile and followed him in.

After the two entered the mirror, the ancient mirror quickly shrank and eventually disappeared without a trace.

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Zhao State.

There is a small town a hundred miles away from here.

In the small town, there lived a Wang family.

The Wang family is considered a prominent family in the surrounding area. It is said that several members of the family have joined immortal sects. In this remote town, this is known to everyone.

The Wang family was a carpenter family, and they owned several workshops and shops of various sizes in the town. In the eyes of outsiders, the Wang family could almost be said to be the largest and most powerful family within a radius of dozens of miles.

The most luxurious house in the entire town is the Wang family’s mansion.

On this day, a gatekeeper at the Wang family's ancestral home was leaning against the door railing, fanning himself to drive away the heat.

The back and chest of the blue cloth jacket he was wearing were soaked with sweat.

After a while.

The gatekeeper looked at the two young masters who were coming on the light of escape. He hurriedly stood up, lowered his head, and spoke respectfully.

"Master Wang Zhuo, Master Wang Hao..."

"I have met the two young masters."

Suddenly, two young men in brocade clothes, who looked very young and had imposing manners, landed outside the door of the mansion.

These two were the relatives who had followed Wang Lin to the Immortal Gate to become disciples.

"Do you have any news about Wang Lin?"

Standing outside the mansion, Wang Hao asked Wang Zhuo with a gloomy face.

"There has been no news since he left Hengyue Sect." Wang Zhuo said in a deep voice with a complicated expression on his face.

Wang Hao sighed and continued to ask Wang Zhuo, "What is your current level of cultivation? In Xuan Dao Sect, with your aptitude, you should be noticed by many elders."

Wang Zhuo shook his head and said bitterly, "It's hard to explain. I am now at the eleventh level of the Qi Condensation Stage. I only achieved this breakthrough after I won the competition last year and entered the back mountain."

Just at this time……

Suddenly, the entire sky darkened, and even the originally hot temperature in the small town disappeared in an instant.

In the darkness, a huge mirror appeared silently in the air. On the mirror, waves of light flashed, and under the layers of ripples, two people strode out.

One of the two men has the aura of an immortal, while the other has a sinister look on his face.

A powerful spiritual pressure suddenly descended from the sky.

At this moment, Wang Zhuo and Wang Hao's faces changed drastically, and they hardly even dared to take a deep breath.

Wang Zhuo, who was still somewhat resourceful, quickly clasped his fists and said respectfully, "Junior Wang Zhuo from Xuan Dao Sect, greets the two seniors."

The cultivator who looked like an immortal was startled, looked at Wang Zhuo, and asked, "Xuan Dao Sect? Do you have any proof?"

Hearing this, Wang Zhuo was startled and had a bad feeling in his heart. He quickly took out a jade slip from his storage bag to prove his identity. The old monk grabbed the jade slip and looked at it carefully. Then, he glanced at Wang Hao and said, "Are you also a disciple of Xuan Dao Sect?"

Wang Hao was a smart man. At this moment, he nodded without any hesitation.

The next second, a murderous voice came from the monk with a gloomy face: "In that case, then I will spare the two of them. Today, no one will be left alive in this place!"

As soon as these words were spoken, both Wang Zhuo and Wang Hao were shocked, and then a feeling of despair emerged in their minds.

However, at this moment, a murderous voice came from the sky: "Teng Huayuan, you dare!"

roar!

Along with it came an endless pressure that was enough to suppress the heaven and earth!
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in the valley.

Less than half an hour.

Wang Lin had used a large pile of gold to build a table-sized golden altar, and he had also piled up many treasures, magical instruments, and the corpses of many practitioners near the golden altar. After doing all this, Wang Lin stood there, muttering, "Next, what do I need to do next?"

"Yes, next, I need to enter the chat group and ask the Goddess of Light to let me sacrifice to her!"

"Yes! That's it!"

As he spoke, Wang Lin immediately sat cross-legged on the ground. His mind moved, and most of his consciousness was immersed in the [Chat Group] in his mind.

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In the chat group.

Wang Mazi (Level 9 Lifeform): "@Goddess of Light!"

Wang Mazi (Level 9 Lifeform): "@Goddess of Light!"

Wang Mazi (Level 9 Lifeform): "@Goddess of Light! Believer Wang Lin, I beg you to offer a sacrifice to the Goddess of Light. I hope the Goddess of Light can help the believer and save the believer's family!"

When Su Yu entered the chat group, he saw Wang Lin desperately @ing him.

Divine Creature: Goddess of Light (Level 70 Lifeform): "Okay."

Wang Mazi (Level 9 Lifeform): "Thank you, Goddess of Light!"

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A certain world.

Outside the small island of the extraterritorial battlefield.

"Follower Wang Lin, sacrifice to the Goddess of Light! Beg the Goddess of Light to grant a miracle!"

Wang Lin knelt on the ground, reciting the "Sacrificial Method" for worshiping the Goddess of Light, and raised his head and shouted: "Follower Wang Lin, I offer 790 foundation-building corpses as sacrifices and countless magic weapons as sacrifices. I beg the Goddess of Light to bring down a miracle!"

A moment later, a terrifying vision suddenly descended upon this world.

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God's otherworld.

The realm of lower gods.

"Ding Dong, we have detected that a certain world (Xian Ni World) using the chat group as a medium is beginning to perform a sacrifice."

Hearing this, Su Yu smiled slightly and said casually: "Start accepting the sacrifice!"

"Ding, a trace of faith power has been detected. Seven hundred and ninety [corpses of foundation-building monks] and one thousand three hundred and seventy-five magical instruments and treasures have been detected..."

"The power of the domain begins to increase!"

"Ding, the sacrificial items have been amplified, and all treasures have been amplified tenfold..."

"Ding Dong, seven hundred and ninety [corpses of foundation-building monks] triggered a tenfold amplification, gaining seven hundred and ninety auras of the law of death."

"Ding Dong, 1,375 magical instruments and magic treasures have triggered a tenfold increase, and 1,375 magical instrument fragments have been obtained."

"Ding Dong, the golden altar triggers a tenfold increase, and obtains one hundred spiritual power crystals."

Hearing this crisp reminder sound, Su Yu's face froze, a look of surprise appeared in his eyes, and he said strangely: "No way? No way? Wang Lin is poisonous? He actually sacrificed so many cultivators' corpses to the Goddess of Light? Doesn't he know that the Goddess of Light is a righteous and kind camp?"

"Isn't Wang Lin afraid that the Goddess of Light will be displeased and slap him to death?"

aside.

The Demigod of Demonic Eyes added, “If you dare to kill Wang Lin, then Wang Lin’s third-step clone will probably kill you as well.”

"Forehead!"

"All right!"

Hearing this, the corner of Su Yu's mouth twitched, but he decided to be magnanimous and ignore Wang Lin's blood sacrifice.

As he spoke, Su Yu's mind moved, and suddenly, the attributes of this [Aura of the Law of Death] appeared before his eyes.

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【Breath of the Law of Death】

【law】

[This is a breath that contains the law of death. ]

[Attribute: Law Amplification: Any power belonging to the Law of Death can use the breath of the Law of Death to increase the power of the law. At the same time, this is also the source of power for a certain kind of authority.]

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Forehead!
The law of death?

"I am a descendant of the Goddess of Light. Why would you give me the Law of Death?"

"I don't want a collision of laws or a conflict of divine power!"

After Su Yu saw this trace of [Death Law Aura], the corner of his mouth twitched, and he muttered speechlessly: "Since ancient times, death and light have always been opposites."

useless!

This [Breath of the Law of Death] is completely useless to Su Yu of the God of Light.

"My Lord, have you forgotten that you have an avatar that contains the law of death?"

On the side, the [Demon Eye Demigod] looked at Su Yu who was a little disappointed. He raised his head and said something kindly.

"Yeah."

Hearing this, Su Yu's expression paused, and then his mind moved, and a ray of light containing the law of death was released from this divine realm.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a force containing the ultimate breath of death crossed the void and appeared in the air above this demigod island.

The black light flickered, death was supreme, and at first glance, it was as if one saw the most terrifying shadow of death in the world.

All living beings are wailing and the gods are terrified!
In the dark, a feeling full of ominousness emerged in the entire realm of lower gods!

Faintly, one can see the shadow of a throne of death filled with the laws of death, floating in the air.

"Go!"

Looking at this [phantom of the throne of death] that was full of the law of death, Su Yu waved his right hand, and suddenly, the aura of the law of death floating above the divine realm seemed to be attracted by some kind of power, and swept towards the direction of this [phantom of the throne of death].

Hey.

Death flickers and darkness falls.

In the darkness, the shadow of a god king who controls the law of death appeared in this realm of lower-level gods.

Crackling!

In an instant, the divine realm trembled, and dark space cracks appeared all around the divine realm, as if even this lower-level divine realm could not support such terrifying power of the God King.

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"boom!"

Suddenly, this [phantom of the throne of death] turned into a black aurora, crossed the void, and landed heavily behind Su Yu.

In the darkness, an extreme power of death transformed into wisps of divine light, permeating Su Yu's body. All of a sudden, he changed from a god of the Goddess of Light to a high and mighty [God of Death]!
A Death King whose strength is close to [Level 91]!

strength!

A continuous force of death was pouring in from the darkness and into Su Yu's body!
At this moment, the power of light and the power of death, two kinds of divine power filled with different colors, were flashing alternately on Su Yu's body. If it were an ordinary god, he would have been destroyed by these two completely different divine powers long ago. However, for some reason, Su Yu was an exception.

Light and darkness!
Light and death!
At this moment, Su Yu was like an almighty being, holding the [authority of light and shadow], overlooking the divine realm and everything!
Not long after, the light retreated and the power of death surged into Su Yu's body!

powerful!

Extremely powerful!
At this moment, after Su Yu possessed this kind of power close to the [Level 91 God King], he felt that he could create a universe with just a thought!
One side belongs to the universe of dead creatures!

In addition, Su Yu could also clearly feel that as long as he had a thought, he could destroy the universe!
Even a single universe couldn't withstand a punch from a level 91 God King! !

powerful!

Very powerful!

This is the powerful force belonging to a [Death God King] who is close to level 91!

Above the peak of level ninety upper gods, but not yet at level ninety-one God King!
This is the power of the [Pseudo God of Death] that Su Yu possesses!

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Haha, the protagonist finally has a level 90 cheat. Applause. Even if it is the world of Xian Ni or the world of Zha Tian, ​​he can be fearless. Thank you for your monthly tickets and recommendation tickets. Guess who saved the Wang family?
(End of this chapter)