Qin Zi was trapped in the water ball and thrown on the altar like a dead pig, left there for two days.

And within these two days.

Several more young men were brought over.

Some were tied up with dragon tendons, some were locked with chains, and some were even knocked unconscious or brought here after being anesthetized with anesthetics.

These people are only in their twenties, but they have all reached the realm of supreme saint and their talents are amazing.

When these people saw Qin Zi, they all showed bitter smiles, and Qin Zi could only blink.

We are both wanderers in this world, so why should we know each other when we meet?

These people lay on the altar and communicated with each other.

"My name is Li Shan."

"I am Wang Teng."

"I am Liu Hong, I am so ashamed."

“Wuwuwu…”

There was also a person who was tied up like a caterpillar and had his mouth blocked. He twisted on the ground a few times, and no one knew what he was saying.

"Where is this brother?"

Several people looked at Qin Zi in the water ball. At this moment, Qin Zi was like a giant amber, and he was the bug inside.

Qin Zi blinked.

"Hey, don't ask. He can't speak. If I'm not mistaken, he is trapped by the Weak Water River of the Lijiang Elder."

"Hiss! Weak Water Heavenly River, that is the treasure that made old man Lijiang famous. I heard that he would not trade it even for an imperial weapon!"

"That's right. How can ordinary imperial weapons be as useful as the Weak Water Heavenly River? This thing can attack or defend, it can be used as you wish, and its power is so huge."

Several people sighed.

Then we started chatting.

Li Shan sighed and said, "This is the Holy Land of Praying to the Stars. I think we are in great danger this time."

Wang Teng nodded: "The one who arrested me is my enemy. He originally wanted to kill me, but now he sent me here. Obviously, he is not going to let me live. He probably wants me to live a life worse than death."

“Woo… woo…”

The "caterpillar" brother twisted a few more times but still couldn't speak.

At this time, Liu Hong smiled bitterly and said, "I know what they are going to do."

Wow!

Suddenly, several people looked at him at the same time.

Liu Hong took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "I heard that Bai Qingtian, the young master of the Qixing Holy Land, entered the Mapo Cave some time ago and was accidentally cursed."

"And in the Qixing Holy Land, there is a kind of witchcraft that can transfer the power of the curse to people of similar age and cultivation through the altar."

"So... now that we've been captured, we're probably being used as vessels to transfer the curse."

When everyone heard this, their faces changed drastically.

How terrible is the curse that even the Qixing Holy Land cannot break directly and needs to be transferred using evil methods? What will they become after it is transferred?

It’s scary to think about it!

"But even if we want to transfer the curse, one person is enough. Why do we have to arrest so many people?"

Li Shan asked with a dark face.

Liu Hong sighed and said, "Maybe Bai Qingtian is too strong... It is said that in order to transfer the curse, one needs to find a carrier with similar strength. It is almost impossible to find a young genius who can compete with Bai Qingtian and has no background, so we can only rely on numbers."

"Humph, arrogant!"

Wang Teng snorted coldly and said, "I, Wang Teng, have risen all the way. I have never lost to opponents of the same level, and I have never lost even when challenging opponents of higher levels. Are they in the Qixing Holy Land so sure that I am not as good as Bai Qingtian?"

"That's right! I was captured by the Nine-Layered Heaven Ancestor of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect. The gap in our cultivation levels was too great for me to resist. But if Bai Qingtian fought me, it's not certain who would win!"

Li Shan also gritted his teeth and felt indignant.

“Ahhhhhh!”

The "caterpillar" guy twisted a few more times, but no one knew what he was saying.

"Bai Qingtian is indeed very strong."

At this time, Liu Hong whispered: "I once fought with him. I used all my strength, but he suppressed me with just one hand. He gave me the feeling... invincible."

"So strong?"

Wang Teng frowned, then suddenly winked and said with a smile: "You are too weak! If he meets me, let alone one hand, even two hands and three legs will not be enough!"

Liu Hong smiled and didn't explain.

Is he weak?

I dare not say anything else, but I am definitely one of the best among the younger generation in the Southern Region! Otherwise, I would not be qualified to be sent here.

In fact, for most young people, being able to become Bai Qingtian's sacrifice is enough to be proud of.

After all, in this vast Southern Region, there are not many geniuses who can compare with Bai Qingtian.

Bai Qingtian originally had an excellent physique, and after being cultivated with all the efforts of the Qixing Holy Land, with all kinds of precious medicinal herbs added to his body, taught by various powerful people, and even having his body baptized with the blood of a dragon, it would be strange if he was not strong!

“Boom boom boom!”

Suddenly, a series of violent drum beats rang out, shaking the altar, and spread to the other side of the river, echoing among the mountains.

The altar is located on the bank of the Li River. Of course, it is not where the Lijiang Sect is located, but in the river section further upstream.

"Hahaha, Brother Li, are you here?"

"Brother Jiang, you are here too."

"Hey, Brother Wu is here too?"

"How dare you not come if the Qixing Holy Land invites you?"

A sound was heard in the sky, and then figures in different clothes were seen flying from all directions.

The spirit comes like a cloud.

At the same time, there were orderly footsteps, and a large number of young people wearing blue star map robes ran into the square where the altar was located, then quickly circled the square and lined up in an orderly manner.

There were even many young people lining up to welcome them, queueing along the cobblestone road, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Then, those big shots who came from all directions landed on the square one after another, there were actually hundreds of them.

"The Holy Lord is here!!"

A voice like a duck's voice sounded, and then a terrifying pressure surged like a tide.

I saw a large group of people coming towards me on the stone road.

Most of them wore star robes, but the styles of the star robes varied depending on their social status. The higher the social status, the darker the color of the robes and the more complex the star patterns.

The person in the front was an unprepossessing middle-aged man, tall and thin, with sallow skin, like a mummy.

Behind the middle-aged man on the left was a handsome young man in white. His eye-catching white clothes made him stand out among the large number of star-shaped robes, like a crane among chickens, and was extremely conspicuous.

"Greetings to the Holy Lord!"

"Meet the Holy Lord!"

The bigwigs from all the major sects and families bowed to the mummy middle-aged man, lowered their heads, and looked awed.

The Holy Lord Qixing is an emperor of the world!

It is also said that he possesses some kind of evil magic that can take people's lives across thousands of mountains and rivers, and is impossible to guard against.

"No need to be polite. I think everyone knows why I invited you here today, right?" Saint Qixing said calmly.

Everyone nodded at the same time.

"Take a seat first."

Saint Qixing nodded, then waved his hand. Huge vines emerged from the ground, quickly intertwined, and changed shapes, turning into several platforms with chairs growing out of them.

Everyone took their seats one by one, like spectators, looking down at the altar from above.

The Holy Lord Qixing sat on the highest chair, and the young man in white stood silently behind him.

"Qingtian, these young men have good roots and strong cultivation. They should be able to transfer your curse."

Saint Qixing tilted his head and said.

"I hope so."

Bai Qingtian said without comment.

"Oh? You don't seem to have any hope?"

Saint Qixing smiled meaningfully.

"No matter how many ants there are, they can never rival a true dragon. With the roots and background of these people, I wonder if they can transfer half of the curse."

Bai Qingtian said calmly.

"So confident?"

Saint Qixing raised his eyebrows.

"I can suppress all these people with just one hand, what do you think?" Bai Qingtian asked back.

"Hahaha, you are worthy of being my disciple!"

Saint Qixing smiled appreciatively, and then said: "However, combat power and foundation are not completely the same."

"Your combat power is much stronger than theirs, but the same cannot be said about your foundation. Many people actually have a very strong foundation and have many opportunities. They are not necessarily weaker than you in terms of pure blood and strength. It's just that the gap has widened in terms of combat experience and magical powers."

"Haha, really?"

Bai Qingtian didn't care, but he didn't refute it. Some things can only be proved by facts!

"Bai Qingtian, do you dare to fight me?"

At this time, an angry voice sounded.

Everyone looked towards the altar, only to see a young man chained to a pillar, roaring, "I was captured by the old monster from the Ninth Heaven, not by you. You want me to be your bride? I won't accept that!"

A young man who was tied up by dragon tendons also said:

"I won't accept letting a real dragon make wedding clothes for a grass snake! Bai Qingtian may not even be as good as me, why should I transfer the curse to him? Is it because of his powerful background? Hahahaha, this is really ridiculous!"

A young man who was paralyzed and lying on the ground, and could only move his tongue, echoed:

"Right! True geniuses are made through hard work. What kind of ability is it to hide behind your elders and bully others? It would be better to let your master kill all the young people in the Southern Region. Then you will be the number one genius in the Southern Region! However, in my opinion, such a genius is just a coward!"

“Ahhhhh…”

The "caterpillar" youth twisted a few more times, but he still couldn't spit out the yellowed cloth in his mouth.

These words immediately made the expressions of the bigwigs around them become subtle, and they subconsciously lowered their heads.

It can be imagined that Saint Qixing must have looked a little embarrassed at this moment. After all, this matter was indeed not glorious.

Relying on the older generation of strong men to capture the young people and then make things easier for Bai Qingtian seems a bit despicable no matter how you look at it.

"You are just an ant, yet you dare to call yourself a real dragon. You are so ignorant and fearless." At this time, a cold voice sounded.

It’s Bai Qingtian!

He slowly walked out from behind the Star Prayer Master and looked down at the people on the altar: "I can see that you all have had some adventures, so you think you are extraordinary, but in my eyes... you are just clowns."

He looked down at her and said coldly:

"You think being my sacrifice is a disadvantage, but in my opinion... your level may not be qualified."