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The anchor point of the space vortex was chosen near the cloaked man.

Jian Xiao has observed that the position of the cloaked man is the safest place within the entire altar, not only the fight will not be affected, but the suction of the altar seems to avoid it.

She's going to teleport over there.

As long as she reaches the cloaked man, she can even deal with the cloaked man first, and then try to destroy the altar.

It only takes a second to make this decision.

Jian Xiao turned on the space vortex and prepared to teleport. This is her trump card that she has always trusted, and it has helped her avoid harm many times in critical situations.

But the next second, she stopped.

Because she found that she couldn't teleport anymore, and the effect of the space vortex didn't work anymore.

In other words: her skills were disabled.

She couldn't move, as if she was imprisoned in place, unable to do anything, she could only watch helplessly as the suction from the altar carried her forward like a strong wind.

Closer, closer.

She was getting closer and closer to the altar, and the closer the distance, the more unable she was to break free.

At this moment, she was like a pig whose limbs were bound and placed on the chopping board. She was terrified, but she could only passively wait for death to come.

Three seconds later, Jian Xiao was brought to the altar by that suction.

Bloody red light shrouded her surroundings, the hexagram hovering above her head was spinning rapidly, and a huge force slanted down from above.

As if to suppress, it landed on Jian Xiao.

The ominous light lurking in the dark energy wandered back and forth on Jian Xiao's body, penetrated her meridians, and landed on her internal organs, limbs and bones.

At the same time, it also took away her vitality and luck.

Jian Xiao clearly felt that something invisible was passing from her body.

Master Zhao lying on the edge of the altar, and Luo Weizhou on the ground outside were still alive. They stared at the altar with burning eyes, seeing Jian Xiao being suppressed and sacrificed.

In the next second, ecstatic expressions appeared in their eyes.

That is the joy that the plan is about to succeed.

Although so many people died, it was successful after all. The sacrifice had already begun, and Jian Xiao couldn't escape. Her vitality and destiny as a child of luck would be absorbed by the altar.

Part of it turned into luck that could protect the Luo family for a hundred years.

More part becomes nourishment for the master of the formation and strengthens his strength.

Jian Xiao couldn't break free, her eyes swept over the other three people, and finally landed on the man in the cloak, but saw a big mouthful of blood spurting out of the other party's mouth.

"Cough cough..."

The man in the cloak shook his body weakly, and the voice that seemed male but not male, female and not female sounded again:

"Space-type skills, you are not the only one who knows."

Jian Xiao was extremely surprised when she heard this:

Space skills?Are you referring to the space vortex?

According to what the other party said, it seems that they have similar skills, even better than her?

The man in the cloak didn't keep Jian Xiao guessing for too long, and after he recovered, he explained:
"This formation is specially prepared for you. It has only one purpose, which is to catch you, devour you, and sacrifice you."

"In order to deal with you, we not only specially prepared a formation, but also specially prepared skills that can restrict your escape. Just one move is enough. At the moment the formation chooses you, it will cast a space confinement on you."

"You have nowhere to escape, and you are destined to become a sacrifice."

"Jian Xiao, you should be glad that you still have this value. Letting you die on the altar is considered a decent death. Otherwise, just because you ruined so many good things for me, I would not be too much to cut you into pieces." !"

The moment the voice fell, the cloaked man spat out another mouthful of blood. His frail body seemed overwhelmed, and he could only stagger and collapse on the ground.

Then, he crossed his legs and began to meditate to recover.

As long as the altar formation continues, his injuries will not be considered fatal and will eventually recover.

(End of this chapter)