So what! Are you going to kill me?

Chapter 187: Senior Sword Cultivator

Qiming opened the photo stone and the image that appeared was obviously a secretly recorded one.

The photo stone seems to be blocked by a pile of utensils, and only a glimpse of the "evolution ritual" can be seen through the gaps between the bottles and jars.

The moment the blood was injected into the monks' bodies, their muscles immediately twisted into knots.

Sharp screams pierced the air, and wails echoed in the silent night. The screams were a stimulant for the "apostles". With crazy eyes, they enjoyed this cruel feast together.

The monk's skin gradually grew a strange stratum corneum, his bones kept crackling, black mist seeped out from the pores of his skin, and his trembling muscles seemed to gradually calm down under the soothing power of this force.

The masterpiece was completed. The apostles immediately cheered and shouted: "Abandon the weak human nature and welcome the powerful new life! The world will be reshaped in our hands!"

The whole scene was crazy and weird. The successful evolution of the monk ignited the atmosphere on the scene. The apostles stared at the monk on the altar fanatically and exchanged experiences with each other. The voices of discussion were mixed together, like countless mosquitoes and flies flapping their wings at the same time, making it difficult to hear clearly.

Jin Cancan only vaguely caught a few key words, such as "how to improve the success rate of cultivation", "benign embryos", "adaptability", and the most frequently mentioned "manager" and "Chosen One".

The monk who had completed the evolution ritual lay blankly on the altar, ignoring the voices of discussion. He only twitched from time to time, and black mist continued to dissipate from his mouth and nose with every breath.

The discussions suddenly stopped, and it seemed that some important person had arrived outside the picture that the photo stone could not capture.

Everyone's eyes were focused on one place, and then all the vessels in the picture shattered. A soul flag stained with thick blood hit Qiming's hiding place directly. The image on the photo stone shook violently, became blurred in an instant, and suddenly darkened.

This is all the scenes that Qiming accidentally recorded.

Qiming can still recall the fishy wind that was stirred up when the Soul Flag attacked. The wind was mixed with the shrill screams of countless souls in the Soul Flag. Just thinking about it made him shudder.

Fortunately, there was a master in the dark who took action in time, otherwise, he would have died on the spot and become one of the thousands of souls nourishing the Soul Banner.

Jin Cancan raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this: "Master?"

Qiming looked grateful as he recalled, "That senior was a swordsman with an extraordinary temperament and a chivalrous heart. After bringing me out, he went into the underground sacrificial pool alone."

"I knew that following my senior would only make me a burden to him, so I immediately reported this den."

“But I don’t know if it was because of the sword cultivator’s actions, or because the leader had the ability to predict the future, but when the law enforcers at the border arrived, there was nothing left.”

Jin Cancan pondered for a moment and asked, "Precognitive ability?"

Qiming nodded: "Yes, that's what the adults sent by the alliance said."

"And then?" Jin Cancan seemed to have caught something.

Qiming was a little puzzled. He thought he had finished telling the key information. He was not sure what Jin Cancan was talking about, so he simply told her the rest: "The big shots from the alliance have been waiting here for several days, and indeed, many monks who have entered the evil way have come."

"They all seem to be going there to participate in some 'evolution ceremony'."