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As the ghost girl infiltrated, the young mage's spiritual power also penetrated into it, revealing the scene inside.

What a crazy sacrifice!

It is a large karst cave that once stood in a large cave and has been cleaned of stalagmites, leaving only a few stone pillars that support the entire space.

A small Drow altar has been erected in the center of the cleared ground.

The Drow Altar is not quite like the altars of other gods, but it is more like an execution table. A large, thick, square, jet-black stone stood at the top of the altar, and the dark and twisted deep texture on it looked more like the dark lines left by the blood stains that had been soaked in it for many years and had not been wiped clean. Three meters above the altar, a bluish-blue cold flame hung in the void.

At this moment, under the steps in front of the altar, the corpses of eight high-ranking priestesses were overturned crookedly, and the blood gushing out of the ground flowed happily on the ground, and converged along the grooves at the bottom of the altar to form a small swamp.

Although the young mage could not recognize their faces, he could understand their true identity just by looking at their purple-black spider silk sacrificial robes with ornate piping drapes.

Eight high-ranking priestesses, which probably requires the collection of high-ranking priests from all the families in Rasmufer City. But at this moment, they have all died here with distorted faces.

On the altar, there are 3 Drow Mistresses presiding over this crazy sacrifice. Oh, to be precise, a dead Drow Mistress, a Drow Mistress on top of a bound altar, and a Drow Mistress holding a mysterious blade in her hand and praying aloud.

As she collapsed beside the execution table, her chest torn open with a large bloody grief, Mistress Drow looked a little dumbfounded, but Zena quickly reminded him that it was Carlace, the head mother of the Second Family.

"Okay, okay, such a crazy sacrifice, how can the immortal master mother be worthy of such a big battle!" The young mage whispered to himself with a bit of dark humor.

And the young Drow housemother who was tied to the execution table and writhing wildly was Ruisel, who had just become the head mother of the first family not long ago. Drow's mastery of the art of bondage clearly treats her as a fine work of art. The dark and cold stiff Jiao tendon rope makes the figure hot, and the first family housewife who is leaking clothes and accessories is even more outlined with towering breasts and thin hips and legs.

If it weren't for the frantic writhing figure and sharp and piercing shouts that ruined part of the beauty, the smooth and soft skin like black jade that writhed violently under the layers of restraints, and the supple, powerful, powerful, and powerful muscles that did not stretch could make the young mage surrender in minutes.

Due to the violent struggle and friction, the already huge robe on Ressell's body was tangled into locks and locks, revealing her flushed skin covered with fine beads of sweat. When the bee's waist swings, the two plump masses on the chest that have been unconcealed also look particularly firm and attractive.

When the waist is raised, the exquisite grace of the drow female body is more highlighted. The taut and soft calves and plump buttocks, as well as the firm spherical shape that did not sag from lying flat, tempted the young mage's attention every second.

"Master, what are you doing? If you want, you can come to me! I'll ......" Zena's sudden exclamation made Li Xun break free from some kind of perversion, and couldn't help but secretly wipe a cold sweat.

In this perverted world, even a woman's body can be perverted to such an extent!

The young mage cursed hatefully, and then focused his attention on the Philon Mistress who was performing a sacrifice ceremony in front of the execution table.

Uh, well, it's really a perverted world!

Philon held a strangely shaped sacrificial knife in both hands, his body sifting frantically like an epileptic patient, and his mouth was full of words. Her face was blurred at the moment, but only a pair of bloodshot eyes that shimmered like ruby were still blooming with a breathtaking glow.

The sacrificial knife in her hand is also particularly peculiar, the end of the handle entwined with black silk is inlaid with a huge gem, and the end of the blade is eight sharp hooked claws stretched out in the shape of a spider, which is the necessary ritual sacrificial blade in the large-scale sacrifice of Drow.

It was probably the heart of the dead Drow Mistress Karles, and now it's Risel's turn.

With the help of the ghost's vision, Li Xun clearly saw through the inappropriateness of Philun.

From the blue-blue flames above the altar, a faint light smoke like substance was bellowing from it, not only blurring the qiē in the room, but also accompanied by a low moan that could tempt and inspire the most primitive copulation in the human heart.

Light smoke can blur Philen's face, but it can't blur her strength. If there were no problems with the young mage's perception, the strength of this Philren Master Mother was steadily rising. When the young mage's spiritual power was dialysed just now, she should have just reached level 17 strength, and now she has steadily reached level 18.

How is this possible?

The young mage rubbed his head in pain on the sidelines. If he remembered correctly, this Philen housemother should have only been level 14 strength in the first few meetings. And the only one in the entire Rasmufil City who reached level 17 was Wen Lisha, the former mother of the First Family.

But now, this Philen mistress is shaking her head and tail on the altar and going crazy, and her personal strength is also growing savagely and madly.

That's probably her hole card, right?

A bloody and frenzied sacrifice to all the high priests and housewives of Rasmufil City, praying to the cruel and capricious spider goddess Rose for divine grace. Such sacrifices take place almost every once in a while in the city of Drow, but most of them are sacrifices to powerful underground creatures that are hostile to the Drow elves, and it is rare for such a large-scale cannibalistic evil ritual to occur.

Such a self-destructing wall-like sacrifice would probably only be responded to positively by an evil and hopelessly dark god like Rose. If you change to a god who is good at a little sanity, he will not encourage his followers to kill each other and weaken his source of power in disguise.

Legend has it that this dark god has a malicious heart towards all people, and covets the power and followers of other surface gods. She is extremely adept at using all kinds of filthy and ruthless means in combat. Because she deliberately plunged her followers into endless infighting, causing them to kill each other for power, some believe that the Spider God's mind has long been twisted and deranged. Although she may be very affectionate and helpful in the things she loves, her strength ultimately comes from death, ruin, and torture—including those of believers who are unable to please her.

However, it is still rare to see a huge increase in the strength of a mad believer directly given to him like this. It can also be seen that the spider goddess Rose was extremely satisfied with the sacrifice of the believer Philen, so she made an exception and gave a far more divine grace than before.

Standing high in front of the execution table, Philen's long silver-gray hair raised without wind, and the high-pitched and passionate chant resembled a woman's chant ended with a slight trill. At this moment, her bumpy and plump body was full of a full and hot sense of power, and this feeling of raising her hand to destroy the world made her directly reach the most lasting peak of spiritual desire ever.

The ripples spread to every small corner of the body, immersing every cell in this beauty. The intense and continuous pleasure made her body tremble, her eyes rolled, her raised hands were almost unable to grasp the sacrificial knife, and her whole person could constrict with happiness at any time.

Finally, with a hoarse cry, Philon's high sacrificial knife finally fell fiercely, and in the splattering of blood, the eight spider leg blades of the extremely sharp sacrificial knife pierced into Risel's chest without hindrance. The soft body of the young Drow Mistress who was struggling suddenly tensed, and a trace of poignancy overflowed from her mouth.

Philen, who had been occupied by madness, gritted his teeth violently, lifted his hands, and appeared in front of her with the abruptly closed spider claws tightly holding the beautiful heart that was still beating endlessly.

The blue-blue flames above the altar suddenly exploded into a pillar of fire that stood up to the sky, and the upper end of the pillar of fire could even lick the top of the cave wall nearly 40 meters high. A seemingly nonexistent moan of beauty wafted in the thick smoke, representing the aura of divine grace bestowed by the goddess in the flames and slowly descending from the sky.

"Not good! If she does succeed in the sacrifice, she may climb to level 19, or even level 20. At that point, it will be extremely difficult to take her down. The idea had just taken shape in the young mage's mind, and the phantom, who had never moved faster than she thought, had already jumped out.

As the Phantom slid out of the shadowy space, her figure was right behind the Philon Master's almost red body, and the large, sharp moon blade in her hand silently slashed at the back of her slender and fragile neck with a silver glow.

"Be careful!" Li Xun's reminder came a little late.

Although he could see the vision of the ghost, he could not extend the panorama, but this did not prevent him from vaguely seeing through the invisible divine blessings rippling near the altar. The ghost girl or the attack is very hidden and fast, but if you want to break through this layer of divine blessing, I'm afraid it's still a little weak in terms of strength.

Sure enough, it was just a ripple, and the ghost girl seemed to be trapped in an invisible mud pond, and her gestures seemed to be dragging mud and water, as if she was carrying a thousand catties of heavy burdens on her body, and every movement was slow and abnormal. And Philon, who was blessed by the goddess, was like a fish in water in it, and in the unbridled laughter, with the strength of turning back, the snake's head whip tied to his waist struck the ghost girl with a sharp explosion.

Pieces of black mist exploded, and the graceful and toned figure of the ghost girl disappeared in place in an instant. A sharp and piercing scream suddenly came from the air, and more than a dozen extremely sharp sky-breaking scratches almost broke through the limits of time and space, and appeared directly around the priestess, striking fiercely on the divine shield.

Faced with the divine shield that was twisted to the extreme and about to disintegrate, the divine brilliance on Philun's body surged, and layer after layer of divine shield caught himself in it again before the outer shield shattered, blocking the silent shadow spear in time.

This is the biggest difference between magic and magic.

It is impossible to hold up a new mage shield again if the mage shield outside a mage's body is not broken or dispeld, because the repulsion of the same type of spell will not cause the shield to stack at all. Divine arts, on the other hand, are different, and the homogeneity of the nature of divine power makes them have no problem with this aspect at all. As long as the magic power can be maintained, then the stacked magic shields will never be useless.

Therefore, in many cases, as long as a magician's power is not exhausted, then he is an immortal little powerhouse.

The current ghost girl is facing such a problem. Her treacherous movements may ensure the suddenness and concealment of her attacks, but the "weakness" of her body makes her like a bee circling around the beautiful glass cover, although it comes and goes without a trace, and the movement is invisible, but there is no means to break through the endless layers of magic protection.

But the long-term attack was fruitless, and any small mistake of her was caught by the enemy, which was an unbearable pain.

It was just a simple whiplash, but with the blessing of Philen's skyrocketing power attributes and divine magic, it was still a heavy blow that the phantom could not withstand. With the sound of the whip, the ghost girl had already spurted blood from her mouth and flew out, her body was still in the air, and she was once again chased by the other party's divine magic, drowning in the sudden burst of divine brilliance.

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