The altar of the demon cultivator, where the demon eyes are.

Wherever there is a demonic cultivator, there must be an altar.

However, the altars vary in size, shape, and slightly different in use.

For example, the huge altar in front of Lu Fan and others was obviously not only an eye of the array, but also a role in the market.

The huge altar is half the size of a city.

The throne of bones came out of the center, and no one dared to touch it.

Other places are filled with various magic cultivators.

On the roadside, all kinds of poisonous objects and corpses are placed at will.

There is an old demon cultivator who specializes in selling human heads. He has yellow teeth and calls out a deep voice when he sees people.

"Head Blood Transformation Pill!"

There is also a bead sold for the undead, a watermelon-sized bead floating beside it, full of ghost roars. Looking at it, countless souls struggled and roared inside.

Next to him, a demon cultivator with only half of his body was wrapped in iron chains, looking at the passing demon cultivators with a smile.

Lu Fan and others also sneaked into the market at this time.

Looking up at this extremely strange and bloody market, everyone felt a chill rising from the soles of their feet.

"Junior Brother Lu Fan, do the demon cultivators do business like this? They don't shout or shout, just stand there waiting for people to buy it!"

Senior Brother Han Feng exclaimed.

Lu Fan was stunned for Senior Brother Han Feng.

In this case, shouldn’t we pay more attention to how terrible the things sold are?

Senior Brother Han Feng actually cares whether the demon cultivators shout.

Behind him, Huangfu Wu spoke, "These are people who speak with their strength. They have always been strong people who are strong, and they forcefully kill people with poor strength and then steal things. Fair transactions rarely happen among demon cultivators. Because their rules are that the strong are respected, if they do not need certain items, no demon cultivators will come out to sell them. That is equivalent to revealing their own wealth and letting other demon cultivators rob them. Do you think they will still shout loudly?"

Han Feng nodded in understanding.

Lu Fan turned his head and gently said to Huanyue and Ayun: "I know these things, and it feels uncomfortable to look at them. But you must be patient and not lose the big picture because of the small ones!"

Huanyue nodded with a red face.

Seeing these things, she couldn't suppress her anger. She really wanted to rush out and kill these demon cultivators now.

In fact, it’s not just him, Lu Fan, Han Feng, Nangong Xing and others, who don’t think so.

It’s a pity that some things can be done and some things cannot be satisfactory. At least for now, they cannot reveal their identities.

"Mr. Blood-clothed Deacon, please come here!"

Lu Fan was walking, and suddenly a demon cultivator stood in front of them and bowed deeply.

He did not dare to look at Lu Fan and others in front of him, and his tone seemed very humble. He was dressed in black, and obviously among the demon cultivators in Chen Kingdom, his status was not very high.

Lu Fan didn't understand how he had the courage to stop them.

"Please? Where are you going to take us?"

Lu Fan asked out loud.

The black-clothed demon cultivator was slightly surprised and said aloud: "A few deacons, aren't they here to participate in the demon festival? Are you having a task for them? If that's the case, it's a little abrupt. Please forgive me, deacons."

As he said that, the black-clothed demon cultivator gave up his body tremblingly.

Lu Fan, Han Feng and others looked at each other. Han Feng sent a voice transmission: "Junior Brother Lu Fan, what's the situation? What is the magic sacrifice?"

Lu Fan shook his head slightly, saying that he had never heard of it.

Looking further back, Nangong Xing and Ye Nantian seemed to be thinking.

After a moment, Nangong Xingdao said, "Demon Sacrifice, I seem to have heard my father talk about it. It seems to be the auction of the demon cultivator. But it is different from the ordinary auction. I have never seen the specific ones, so I really don't know."

Ye Nantian said, "It seems there is an auction. But there are all other crazy activities. As far as I know, every demon sacrifice is a grand event for demon cultivators to kill each other. Are we really going?"

Lu Fan murmured: "Auction? Kill each other? Haha, so what if you go and see?"

Everyone looked at me, I looked at you, and finally nodded slightly.

Lu Fan shouted to the black-clothed demon cultivator in front of him: "Lead the way in front of his head."

The black-clothed Moxu was revived and immediately walked quickly ahead to lead the way.

Bypass the Throne of the Bone and head all the way to the corner of the altar.

After wandering around, I don’t know where I turned, a bronze door that was one person high suddenly appeared in front of me.

Outside the door, two black dragon martial knights guarded the carcasses, and the rotten corpse dragon hovered above his head.

The black-clothed demon cultivator stood outside the door respectfully with his right hand.

Lu Fan and others stepped forward. Two black dragon martial cavalry saw the bloody clothes and felt the terrible power on Lu Fan. They immediately retreated and let Lu Fan and others go in.

Taking a step, Lu Fan took the lead in entering the bronze door. In an instant, Lu Fan heard a noisy sound.

Screaming, hissing, and ghost roaring, endlessly.

What caught my eye was a crazy scene.

Bluestone pillars, blood crystal ground, corpses form seats, and demonic energy flies all over the sky.

Countless demon cultivators squeezed together, some holding corpses and gnawing, while others twitched wildly on the female demon cultivator.

There are also some who hide sneakily in the corner, releasing various strange powers with a smile, as if affecting other demon cultivators.

In the middle, there is a high platform piled up with stones. Blood is still dripping on it.

On the high platform, two beautiful magic cultivators were twisting their bodies.

When Huanyue and Ayun saw this scene, they all shrank behind Lu Fan.

Lu Fan looked around and saw the arranged bone seats under the platform.

Nodding at everyone, Lu Fan said, "Go and sit in front and ignore the others!"

As they stepped forward, everyone followed Lu Fan closely.

With a gentle wave, the demon cultivators were bounced away by Lu Fan. He took a slow step and Lu Fan walked forward.

Those demon cultivators who were disturbed by good things wanted to get angry, but when they saw Lu Fan's face, they were directly shocked to death by Lu Fan's soul power.

The next moment, his body was dragged away by other demon cultivators.

The corpse of the companion is also a good material for these demon cultivators.

No one could block Lu Fan's footsteps. He walked all the way to the White Bone's seat, and Lu Fan slowly sat down.

But the others seemed to have some obstacles in their hearts. Looking at the bone seat, they were a little afraid to sit.

Senior Brother Han Feng whispered: "Junior Brother Lu Fan, just sit down, let's forget it!"

Lu Fan nodded, and it was not difficult for them to do so. He let them stand behind him.

But just as he sat down with his butt, a demon cultivator with blood-red eyes and luxurious clothes came to Lu Fan and said, "This red-clothed deacon, welcome, but can you make it? You seem to be sitting in a position you shouldn't have sat."

Lu Fan said coldly: "There is no place in this world where I shouldn't have sat."

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