It is precisely because he was the descendant of Chiyou that he would be killed by Emperor Xuanyuan when walking outside, so Chiyou's descendant changed his name to hide his true identity. This name has lasted for thousands of years, and this is the Miao people.

So until now, the book records that the Miao people are descendants of Chiyou.

Zhang Zichen could only express deep condemnation about what happened to the Miao people, but there was another person surrounding Zhang Zichen's mind. He also asked: "By the way, brother, do you think you want to resurrect the King of Dianchi Lake and his two million Yin Ling troops, how much human blood does it take?"

Speaking of this, the young guard shook his head repeatedly: "Countless!"

Zhang Zichen took a deep breath, his spine became cold and his whole body was covered in cold sweat. He could use countless words, which really killed many people, countless people.

"Your patriarch said just now that the Yin Ling Army is about to be resurrected, which means..." Zhang Zichen's voice trembled a little.

"That's right, we Miao people have killed countless people in the next thousands of years, including people from our own tribe and people from foreign tribes. Over thousands of years, we finally filled this bottomless pit." The guardian's breathing became rapid, "So, we are in great sin."

Originally, it was a bottomless pit that required blood, but over the course of thousands of years, the Miao people actually killed countless humans for revenge. This was like a drop of water passing through the stone. Originally, a huge stone was placed under the eaves, and everyone thought that a drop of water could not penetrate the stone. However, as time passed, the huge stone was still dripped through drops of water.

Accompanied by this countless blood, I imagine how many people died here.

Zhang Zichen and the young guard remained silent at the same time, but Zhang Zichen saw a hint of unbearableness from this guard. The young guard seemed to be blaming himself for the dead, and seemed to be dissatisfied with the actions of the King of Dianchi Lake.

"By the way, what's your name?" Zhang Zichen asked after a moment of silence.

"I...my name is relatively long, please call me Xiao Gan." The young guard was very polite.

"Xiao Gan, Xiao Gan, a good name." Although Zhang Zichen's feet were free, his hands were still tied, and after he witnessed the Miao people's sacrifices, he was about to be killed, so Zhang Zichen's mood was not good either. He just exclaimed a few words casually and stopped talking.

The sacrifice was thrown to continue.

The hall was so big that it accommodated more than 1,000 people, and it didn't feel crowded, which was enough to show the prosperity of the ancient Dian Kingdom.

After glanced at the gold jewelry around and on the roof, Zhang Zichen's eyes shrank and placed it in the center of the hall. An ancient tree grew here. This tree was lush with branches and leaves, but surrounded by black air. It swung without wind. The collision between the leaves made a rustling sound, as if countless ghosts were screaming.

"This... is the ancient tree in the middle of the village just now?" Zhang Zichen said in surprise.

"Yes, this is the ancient tree in the middle of the village." Xiao Gan nodded and responded.

In fact, Zhang Zichen did not ask anyone else about this question. He just talked to himself and was a little unbelievable. This ancient tree is about twenty or thirty meters high and has a huge torso. Its cold and evil aura is exactly the same as the ancient tree in the middle of the village, so Zhang Zichen asked this question.

Moreover, after listening to Xiao Gan's story, Zhang Zichen seemed to have really seen this huge ancient tree grow like a human skeleton. The branches of the big tree not only grow like human ribs, but even the top of the big tree grows into a skull.

It seems that the legend that the king of the ancient Dian Kingdom turned his bones into a big tree seems to be really wearing it.

When he came to the big tree, the patriarch led his tribe members to open his arms around the big tree. The patriarch shouted in his hoarse voice: "Dear King of Dianchi Lake, the fresh blood we have given to you has been in place. Please taste it!"

"Dear Your Majesty the King of Dianchi Lake, the fresh blood we have given to you is in place. Please taste it!"

Over and over again, after the patriarch said it, other tribe members recited it loudly over and over again, including the young guard Xiao Gan.

Rust!

When the Miao people kept calling on the ancient Dian king, the big tree growing in the center of the hall finally began to swing violently, and the collision between leaves and branches kept making noises.

"Living! This big tree is alive!" Under Hu Yilai's scream, he and Zhang Zichen saw that the branches of the big tree began to stretch and twist.

Hu Yilai was afraid and fresh, but as a Taoist priest, Zhang Zichen had long been able to accept such things.

The big tree was alive, and its long and twisting branches suddenly reached into the crowd. The four women walking in front were wrapped around their bodies in a blink of an eye and then brought them into the air.

After these four women were rolled into the air by branches, the top of the branches turned into a sharp knife and instantly inserted into the hearts of the four girls. The four girls were controlled by witchcraft and lost consciousness. Before they could even scream in pain, the blood in their bodies was absorbed by the branches.

Four corpses as white as lime powder were thrown to the ground. This way of death only shows that their blood was completely absorbed.

The big tree seemed to have tasted the deliciousness. This time it stretched out eight branches, rolled up the eight girls in the same way, and sucked blood. The third time, the big tree stretched out sixteen twisting branches, which meant that the sixteen girls were about to lose their lives.

Looking at the dozen or so women rolled in the air, Zhang Zichen felt a burst of pain in his heart. He had seen murderers, but never seen such cruel ones.

At the same time, Zhang Zichen, who had lost his ability to resist, was trying his best to find Mo Yifei's whereabouts. Now he and Mo Yifei seem to be unable to escape the tragedy of death. Zhang Zichen only hopes to take a look at this beautiful woman who is in love with her at the last moment of her life.

Every time the big trees in the hall suck human blood, the black air emitted from their bodies becomes stronger and stronger. The black air surrounds the entire village and valley along the cracks in time and space.

Quar! Quar! Quar! Quar!

Above the valley, four birds were flying rapidly. When the four birds approached, it was concluded that these were four beautiful cranes.

Looking closely, every crane carries this person on the back.

However, the one standing on the back of the crane flying in front seemed to be a beautiful girl. She was wearing a black dress, with long hair, and two shallow dimples could be seen from time to time on her round face.

"Master, the yin energy is emitted from this valley!" He Huimin stayed behind the crane and turned around and shouted.

"Well, I've seen it." Yuan Xuanqi was slow and followed his disciple. At this time, he looked down and saw black air spreading in the valley below. The excess black air drifted with the wind and spreading across the forest.
Chapter completed!