: Months later,

Outside the Devilfall Valley, dark clouds rose everywhere and mist fell..

Today is the once-in-a-hundred-year blood sacrifice competition day, and there is a lot of noise around.

As an Aurous Core cultivator, Qin Feng no longer needed to enter Devilfall Valley.

However, at this moment, Qin Feng's face was a little pale and his spirit was a little dispirited.

For the past few days, he had been feeling restless for some reason, unable to cultivate calmly at all.

If he forced himself to cultivate, there were faint signs that he was going to go berserk, making him confused..

When Qin Feng arrived outside Devilfall Valley today, he felt even more anxious, as if someone had knocked on the back of his head.

Suddenly, Qin Feng saw his Master Xuan Yin looking up at the sky and muttering,

"Patriarch's vengeful spirit is getting stronger."

" Ancestral spirit? Master, what is an Ancestral spirit?"

Qin Feng asked curiously..

Master Xuan Yin turned around and smiled at him.

"Do you feel uneasy now, or even unstable in your realm?.

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Qin Feng was shocked.

"Master, I still don't understand..

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Venerable Black Yin continued to laugh.

"5,000 years ago, after the ninth generation leader of Netherworld Sect broke through to the Soul Formation stage in Devilfall Valley, he was ambushed and seized power by his disciples. After his death, he turned into a vengeful spirit with a wave of resentment..

From then on, this ancestor's vengeful spirit will come out every hundred years to cause trouble and specifically kill cultivators above the Aurous Core stage of our sect."

When Master Xuanyin said this, the thousands of Netherworld Ghost Sect disciples participating in the Blood Sacrifice Competition had already entered Devilfall Valley..

Suddenly, the surroundings were stormy and covered the sky. Dark clouds soon enveloped the inside and outside of Devilfall Valley.

Qin Feng heard a sinister cry. It sounded like the cry of an owl, but it also sounded like a demon searching for food. His heart involuntarily trembled, and the pressure increased sharply. The true essence in his body actually could not help but surge outward!

"Damn it!"

Qin Feng cursed in his heart and immediately sat down cross-legged, circulating his Qi to resist..

He glanced around and realized that Xiong Lie, Lin Yidao, and the rest of the people outside the valley were all sweating like him. They were struggling to hold on..

Even the palanquin that the Netherworld Hades Sect Master was riding on was now churning with black smoke. From time to time, there would be ghostly screams.

In the past, when Qin Feng was shivering in Devilfall Valley, he once imagined that his fellow disciples above the Aurous Core stage would definitely be drinking wine outside the valley while chatting leisurely.

He had never thought that outside the valley during the Blood Sacrifice Competition, there would be such a miserable scene!

After a while, Qin Feng's divine soul was in pain and his expression was distorted to the point where he could not hold on any longer. The blood qi in Devilfall Valley had already spread out.

The dark clouds and dense fog that originally enveloped Qin Feng and the others instantly surged toward Devilfall Valley like wild wolves looking for something fishy..

The strange cries in Qin Feng's ears faded away. The pressure on his body decreased sharply, and the true essence in his body gradually returned to calm..

After another two hours, Qin Feng wiped the sweat off his forehead and stood up, staring blankly at Devilfall Valley in the distance..

It seems that the vengeful spirit ancestor went to find food in the Devilfall Valley.

So this was the meaning of the blood sacrifice in the Blood Sacrifice Competition?

In the past, Qin Feng felt that the Nether Ghost Sect's behavior of holding a Blood Sacrifice Competition once every hundred years was considered retarded.

Every time there was a competition, how many talented disciples died in the valley?

Even if you want to train your disciples, there is no such training method..

Only now did he finally understand.

If it wasn't for the blood sacrifice of the cultivators of Devilfall Valley who were at the three mortal stages and at the Dao Entry stage,

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[At this moment, outside Devilfall Valley, I'm afraid there will be countless Jindan and Yuanying cultivators dying.].

Qin Feng asked Master Xuan Yin,

"Master, according to the records of the sect, two hundred years ago, for a long time, our sect did not hold another Blood Sacrifice Competition?"

Master Xuan Yin said,"

"That's because a thousand years ago, the Tenth Generation Sect Master used a supreme technique to temporarily seal the Ancestral Master's vengeful spirit. However, more than two hundred years ago, it broke the seal again..

”

Qin Feng frowned and said,

"Is there no way to completely kill this Ancestral Master's vengeful spirit?"

After Master Xuan Yin heard this, he looked at him in surprise and laughed.

"Not bad, as expected of my disciple!

What's ridiculous is that even you can think of something, but some people are obedient and dare not carry it out. They can only use this blood sacrifice method to cut flesh to cure poison. It's really stupid!"

Qin Feng was stunned.

Master Xuan Yin's words just now, could it be that he was criticizing the current sect leader?

Qin Feng wanted to ask something else, but when he saw Venerable Black Yin looking up at the sky above Devilfall Valley with his hands behind his back, he did not dare to interrupt..

Qin Feng had never known what his master was thinking or doing before.

However, at this moment, he knew at least one thing that Master Xuanyin wanted to do: kill the ancestor's vengeful spirit.

Five days later, Lu Youwei walked out of Devilfall Valley covered in blood.

Lu Youwei was currently at the late-stage Dao Entrance stage and was already an experienced person who had participated in the Blood Sacrifice Competition three times. Qin Feng did not worry about him these past few days..

The next morning, Qin Feng was cultivating under the tree when Lu Youwei suddenly brought a five-year-old child to visit him.

As soon as they met, Lu Youwei said to the child,

"Tingbin, this is your master. Kneel down and kowtow!"

The child immediately knelt down and kowtowed three times in a row. He shouted in a childish voice,

"Tingbin greets Master!"

Qin Feng was stunned and said speechlessly,

"Junior Brother Lu, what are you doing? I don't take in disciples casually..

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Lu Youwei said tearfully,

"Senior Brother, my life is not long. Do you have the heart to watch my descendants have no one to rely on and let them be bullied?"

" Stop, stop. Speak properly. Don't you have at least fifty years left? How can you die soon?"

Lu Youwei wiped his nose with his sleeve and said,

"I've been seriously injured several times before, and I've been feeling heavier lately. I can't live another fifty years.

Besides, I found a place called Flying Thunder Immortal Mansion in Devilfall Valley this time. I've already asked Senior Brother Yue to explore it together. I'm afraid I'll die."

When he said this, he saw Qin Feng's expression change and quickly said,

" I know Senior Brother doesn't like exploring secrets and taking risks, and I don't expect Senior Brother to go with me. I only hope Senior Brother can accept my youngest son Ting Bin as his disciple. If I can't find the pill this time, I swear to death that I won't return!"

"Flying Thunder Immortal Mansion"

Qin Feng remembered that when he was still a small Soul Cleansing cultivator, he participated in the Blood Sacrifice Competition. Finally, he met Flying Thunder Immortal Mansion on an island in an unnamed lake..

At that time, Qin Feng knew nothing about restrictions. Facing Baoshan, he had no way to enter. He felt extremely depressed..

After the Blood Sacrifice Competition ended, he spent more time studying the Dao of Restrictions than he did on talisman making, artifact refining, and alchemy. He also learned the Great and Small Heaven Forbidden Arts.

Unfortunately, the Flying Thunder Immortal Mansion was not fixed in one place.

He entered Devilfall Valley a few times later, but he never saw it again. It gradually became a regret in his heart, even an obsession.

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