Spiritual Body

Ye Futian's words were like a jolt of lightning, causing Yang Xiao and the others to feel confused.

Their master wanted to use them as a sacrifice?

Presently, the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty and Xihua Sacred Mountain had experts standing in the matrix where the Chess Saint was trapped in. Their expressions all paled, and they looked towards the Chess Saint. Even though they were prejudiced against Ye Futian, they still took his words in and were cautious.

"Master," Yang Xiao's wife, the Chess Saint's third disciple, called out. She looked towards the Chess Saint with a pale expression. In reality, she had been practicing the art of the matrix with her master since young. Although her master had never taught them these kinds of sacrificial matrices, she had felt that the location that their group was standing was ominous.

The people from the various holy lands looked towards the Chess Saint. At that moment, it was like time had stopped.