Meng Jingzhe slowly floated up and his flight speed was extremely slow. He had to make sure that he was not stained with a slight powder.

After flying for about hundreds of meters, Meng Jingzhe finally stopped, and the powder was finally gone on the ground here.

He avoided a few more detection methods hidden in the dark before quietly approaching the center of the cave.

The situation in the center of the cave is different from what Meng Jingzhe expected.

There is a stone table and two stone benches.

Meng Jingzhe took two steps forward and suddenly felt a chill in his scalp.

Meng Jingzhe reached out and touched his hair. When he touched the cold bottom of the water, he looked up and saw stalagmites hanging upside down, dripping water down at a slow speed.

He looked at it intently and saw the water droplets that were not transparent on the stalagmites.

But bright red.

The red water droplets, as red as blood, hang on the stalagmites, looking particularly vulnerable.

Meng Jingzhe avoided the side. Although there were no drops of water falling on his head, he could always feel the coldness that seemed to be cold in his heart.

Meng Jingzhe forced to ignore this coldness, and his eyes turned to the stone table and stone bench. At first glance, these things were placed here as if someone was going to have a secret conversation here.

But here, there is no other breath of another stranger.

Meng Jingzhe always felt that he had overlooked something. He looked at the stone table and soon, he saw some differences.

The stone table is not a simple stone table. It has a special material and is surrounded by a light, so you can even see some very special patterns.

Those lines are runes that Meng Jingzhe thought were somewhat familiar to him.

Meng Jingzhe once thought about improving the sound transmission jade talisman, but before he could make any achievements, a series of accidents occurred, and this matter could only be put aside.

Now he looked at the rune pattern and felt that it was very much related to voice transmission.

The magnetic field in this holy mountain is special, so the sound transmission jade talisman has long lost its function, and even magic weapons like the tracking plate seem to have been greatly affected.

Compared with the message transmission device that is carried with you, this type of magic device at a fixed location is like a fixed telephone, with a fixed route, which greatly improves the stability of information transmission.

Thinking that this stone table might have such a role, Meng Jingzhe became more and more careful, and secretly guessed in his heart, who did the Qishan Immortal Lord contact?

Meng Jingzhe carefully observed all the runes carved on the stone table and carefully deduced them in his heart.

It was unknown how long after this, Meng Jingzhe vaguely had an idea, but he didn't dare to try it directly, but instead used other materials to make a test piece.

The test subjects cannot be completely restored, but Meng Jingzhe is already 80% sure.

He still couldn't help but attack the stone table.

According to his inner calculations, Meng Jingzhe pointed a few places on the stone table.

Soon, he saw a bright light coming from the stone table, and then a low voice sounded in his ear.

"You are so disappointed to be a father."

Meng Jingzhe listened to this voice and felt a little strange in his familiarity.

The tone of this person's voice does not exist in his memories, but the tone of his speech made Meng Jingzhe feel very familiar.

Everyone has the habit of talking, like the Dragon Roaring Sword, and she stutters when she speaks. Ru Jing and Jian Zun always use the calmest tone to speak the most touching words.

This male voice, the slight accent of his speech, made Meng Jingzhe feel a vague sense of familiarity.

Meng Jingzhe focused on searching in his memory, recalling it carefully, and soon connected the voice with the masked man.

Although the two have different tones, their speaking habits are exactly the same.

"You are like your mother, a failed work." The male voice continued.

Meng Jingzhe heard these suppressed words and frowned slightly, then heard the other end say: "For a man, I don't even listen to the words of being a father. I absorb the soul of the Pixiu, and I'm for your good.

When Meng Jingzhe heard the "Pi Xiu Yuanshen", he immediately raised his heart. He could only think of Meng Xiaotian. At this time, he was convinced that the end of the message on the stone table was the masked man.

"The sacrifice is urgent..."

Meng Jingzhe wanted to continue listening and want to get more information, but he seemed to realize something and suddenly said, "Who is eavesdropping!"

Meng Jingzhe was shocked. The little movement he played on the stone table this time was just an eavesdropping without disturbing the other end, but he didn't expect that he was so careful, but he was still found by the other end.

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After a while, the stone table in front of Meng Jingzhe broke inch by inch.

So Meng Jingzhe hid in time, but he was not stained with any dust.

Meng Jingzhe didn't know if the other end would be found on his head. He just felt that it was not suitable to stay here for a long time, so he got up and left immediately.

It was easier to leave than when he went in. When he saw the light of day again, he took out the four-sided plate and continued to search for the traces of Qishan Immortal Lord.

Because I was sure that the person on the other end was a masked man, Meng Jingzhe had only three points of doubt about Qishan Immortal Lord, but after this incident, it completely became ten.

Because of this expansion of suspicion, Meng Jingzhe began to doubt every abnormal behavior of the Immortal Lord Qishan. He even felt that the fact that the Immortal Lord Qishan appeared in the Holy Mountain revealed a strange feeling.

There are too many loopholes in her words, and when you think about it carefully, it is actually untenable.

Even when Meng Jingzhe was besieged by those spiders, the immortal Qishan suddenly came forward to rescue her. Therefore, the connection between her and the masked man looked like a scene between the two of them, in order to acquire herself.

Trust.

Meng Jingzhe learned from the masked man that Yin and Yang beads cannot be robbed, and the conditions for obtaining them are very harsh, so if the man wants to get Yin and Yang beads, he can only work hard on himself.

Even the sudden devil of Jing and Jian Zun revealed many strange things. Meng Jingzhe was sure that Qishan Immortal Lord had definitely attacked Jing and Jian Zun.

But I don’t know if it was because of Jinghe Jianzun’s high cultivation level, Jinghe Jianzun did not die directly, but was as semi-crazy as he is now.

As for why we should attack Jing and Jian Zun, it is either what the people in Jian Zun want, or it is to get rid of Jian Zun's super combat power, so as not to affect their next plan.

Meng Jingzhe's mind was running at high speed like a CPU, and he was more inclined toward the second possibility. Jinghe Jianzun was neither the five ancient bloodlines nor the magical artifacts in his hands. Therefore, they must be afraid that he would get in the way of doing it.

Since they are afraid that Jing and Jian Zun will get in the way, these people will most likely not be in an absolutely secret place when they act.

I thought that the easier it was to be found, the higher the probability of being bad for Jing and Jian Zun.

Meng Jingzhe recalled the purpose of the masked man. He wanted to collect five magical tools. Whether for his ascension or to resurrect someone, the masked man would probably act like Meng Jingzhe saw the mural in Fenglin secret realm. Through

An ancient sacrificial ritual communicates with the god he worships.

Since it is a sacrifice, the selected occasion will not be careless.

Meng Jingzhe looked up and saw the towering mountain peak, which was said to be a panacea to solve all mysteries. If the sacrifice was held in this mountain, Meng Jingzhe felt that the altar might be set at the top of the mountain.

Meng Jingzhe looked down at Sifang Pan. At this time, Sifang Pan indicated the direction Qishan Immortal Lord was going, and it seemed to be heading towards the top of the mountain.

"I, I, I, I, we also want to go up the mountain?" Long Yinjian suddenly asked.

Meng Jingzhe nodded.

But Long Yin Jian's face was not good-looking, and he said softly: "I don't want to go at all."

"Why?" Meng Jingzhe asked.

The Dragon Roar Sword couldn't explain it clearly, but the top of the mountain gave it an extremely terrifying feeling.

If the sword tomb is like its hometown, where thousands of swords are like its relatives, then the top of the mountain is a place where a dragon roars and sword can only be seen and wishes to escape from.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,

"If you don't want to go, then you might as well stay here." When Meng Jingzhe thought that the other party's body was a three-headed girl, he felt that he was talking to the kindergarten children, and he became a little gentler.

"You really can't go now!" The little girl insisted on stopping Meng Jingzhe, and even went around to Meng Jingzhe, pointing at Meng Jingzhe with the tip of her sword.

Meng Jingzhe had never seen her resist so much. After thinking carefully about what she said, he asked, "I can't go now, when can I go?"

Long Yin Jian was silent. After some careful thinking, she spoke: "Wait wait..."

"Can't wait." Meng Jingzhe replied. In the content he overheard, the man in the mask was forcing someone to absorb the soul of the Pixiu.

Although the voiceless person was reluctant, Meng Jingzhe didn't know how long this person could last under such pressure.

Meng Xiaotian has lost half of her soul. If her other half of her soul is also lost, can Meng Xiaotian still have a life?

The conditions known to be needed for this sacrifice are five major artifacts, and perhaps a Pixiu is also required.

Therefore, even if this sacrifice may be a situation set by the other party, Meng Jingzhe could only step in for his sister.

Long Yin Jian was interrupted and was not discouraged. He continued, "Wait and wait..."

"There's no time." Meng Jingzhe said.

"No, don't interrupt me!" Long Yin Jian was interrupted repeatedly and suddenly became a little angry.

Meng Jingzhe was also in a hurry. Seeing that she was angry, he forced himself to control his emotions and looked at Long Yin Jian seriously.

The sword tip of the Dragon Yin Sword pointed in one direction and said, "Follow me."

As if he was afraid that Meng Jingzhe would not come, Long Yinjian said again: "I, I, I, I will not harm you, nor will Xiaotian."

Although Meng Jingzhe was anxious, he followed when he saw Long Yin Jian saying this.

"You, you, think carefully, do you need to pay attention to what sacrifices should pay attention to?"

Meng Jingzhe gradually got rid of the anxious state of the previous state of being stumbled by Long Yin Jian. At this time, he really started to think seriously.

In addition to preparing sacrifices, rituals often have to choose a good day.
To be continued...