In the north of the dynasty, there are endless grasslands, deserts and borders.
In a lush grassland, a square altar more than ten feet long and wide stands tall.
The outside of the altar was hollowed out and built to look like a pool.
On the steps of the altar, countless dark figures were moving in and out like ants. Each of those people had disheveled hair, and both men and women were dressed in animal skins, and their bodies were rough and wild.
Judging from their appearance, they should be barbarians from the north.
The barbarians each walked to the altar, picked up bone daggers, and cut open their legs and wrists with force, allowing the blood outside their bodies to flow into the pool.
He waited until his face turned red and his body was shaky, then he staggered towards the east altar.
Although a lot of blood was shed, everyone's face was filled with enthusiasm, as if they were doing something sacred.
At this moment, seven or eight feet of blood had accumulated in the pool, covering it with the gloomy darkness of night, and there was an indescribable darkness and evil.
A middle-aged man with messy hair, wearing a black robe and holding a leather drum in his leg looked at everything calmly.
Hallucinogenic spices were burning all around, and the pungent aroma mixed with the smell of blood made people even more nauseous.
Time passed in the middle of the night, and the weather, which was not very bright, became even gloomier.
In the south, the weather is hot at this time.
But in the northern grassland, the temperature dropped sharply at that time. Many people near the altar could no longer stand it because of excessive blood loss and the cold wind.
"Wake up! Mahakala will come soon, and we will have rich fields and endless food." In the dark crowd, many people held the heads of their fallen relatives and whispered.
Sobs and prayers.
They did not dare to make too much noise for fear of causing displeasure to the gods.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a dull drum beat sounded, making everyone's heart skip a beat.
The middle-aged man in black robe tapped his drum with his legs and fingers, and the rhythmic sound continued to echo in the grassland.
"Blow the trumpet!"
Suddenly, around the altar, tall warriors blew their horns, and a low whimpering sound spread out.
"Crack." The burning spices suddenly rose into higher flames, and the weird fragrance spread to the surroundings along with the sound of drums and horns.
Many people originally felt weak, but at this time they felt a surge of energy from nowhere, and a strange flush appeared on their faces.
The middle-aged man in black robes was reciting sacrificial inscriptions that others could not understand, his voice was rising and falling, and his body was drowned by the billowing smoke from the burning incense, making him look as unapproachable as a ghost.
He stood on the high platform and danced a primitive dance.
The blood in the blood pool seemed to be heated and started to roll directly.
"The Zu Zong worships the ancestors and feasts on the ancestors."
Suddenly, in the middle-aged man's originally confused voice, a sentence of well-spoken Southern Mandarin appeared.
And almost at the same time, from a bottomless cave east of the oily Huangquan Haidong, a cloud of boundless black smoke flew out, and the black smoke spread rapidly.
In the blink of an eye, a large area of yellow spring was dyed ink.
The black smoke continued to shrink and solidify as it flew away, and in an instant it transformed into a giant god several feet tall with dark skin.
His body was swaying, and six legs and arms stretched out from his back. The legs held ferocious skulls and leg bones, and his whole body exuded a primitive and wild flavor.
No, the giant god seemed to have been hungry for a long time. The dry skin was close to the torso, and the bones outside the body could be clearly seen.
"Changlanglang."
He had just rushed out of the underworld sea, but suddenly countless chains appeared out of thin air and wrapped around his torso and limbs.
The chain had dense golden lines. After the light flashed, it suddenly sank eastward, dragging the giant into the seabed again.
"Blood prison! Very shameless!"
The body of the black giant couldn't help but sink in the east, and his heart suddenly became impatient, and he roared loudly, and in the sea of Huangquan, a man wearing a red robe, a crown on his head, and a majestic forehead appeared.
The robe he was wearing was like a sea of blood, spreading out all over the sky, almost becoming one with the endless sea of underworld.
If Qiu Ping was here, and of course he knew that person, Judge Cui would have killed an incarnation of Yama from the Blood Hell that month.
Hearing the giant god calling his name, Blood Hell Yama's face showed no signs of surprise, but he stretched his legs to create a seal. The golden lines on the chain quickly diminished, and then he seemed to have lost his spirituality and stood motionless.
"Bang!"
The black giant laughed loudly, his body exploded into black smoke, slipped directly through the gap in the chain, and then turned into a human form again.
"The blood sacrifice is already being held in the Yang world. After I have a good meal, I can regain 50% of my strength. When the gate of ghosts opens on July 15th, I will find an opportunity to rush into the human world. There is endless blood and food in the human world. When the time comes, I will
I can definitely recover all my strength."
"Humph, he can help you get there. If you meet him again later, it will be the time for him to kill the evil god." The Blood Hell Yama looked at the black giant coldly, and after saying something,
Disappear here.
"Nonsence!"
"You're a damn bitch and you built a memorial arch. Now you ask me to be a troublemaker, and then kill me later to make meritorious deeds. It's really not a plan. Oh, now that we have released him, how can we kill him again?
so easy."
"If King Mingling hadn't stepped in two hundred years ago, how would he have been caught by us?"
The black giant god's face showed a trace of disdain. Even if he knew that someone was definitely watching him secretly at this moment, he was not afraid at all.
They are not the ones they use to do their dirty work. Before their tasks are completed, they have to endure it even if they are unhappy.
"Bu Nao... Xue Shi, he hasn't eaten for two hundred years, please starve him to death!"
The giant god looked up at the sky, his throat rolled several times, and his belly roared like a drum. His eyes seemed to see through endless time and space, seeing the pool full of blood and the devout faith of countless people.
He was originally a heroic king in the grassland. After his death, he was worshiped by Dong. By chance, Dong became a god.
As his tribe continued to expand, his belief in him continued to spread, and his strength also grew rapidly.
The grassland is always accompanied by disputes and killings, and he enjoys blood food wantonly. Yuezi is simply more carefree than the gods in the heaven.
Until two hundred years ago, a man named King Minngling came to the door and said that if blood food was banned in Tiandong, other areas outside of Wanghua would not be able to enjoy blood sacrifice.
He had never experienced such idleness. After yelling and cursing for a few times, he started fighting with King Ming Ling.
But after only a few moves, he was knocked off the altar, and then he was slapped into the sea of hell and sealed forever.
"Hurry up and offer sacrifices, he can't wait any longer!"
He looked greedily at everything in the distant sun world, and his eyes almost wanted to spit out fire.
"Wow."
At the altar in the underworld, the leading priest tore off his black robe, revealing a rugged and thin body. With a pious look in his eyes, he walked towards the blood pool step by step.
He is not a blood descendant of the ancient heroic king, nor is he a worshiper of the Mahakala god.
Following the sealing of Mahakala, their power in the grassland quickly withered, with only a few thousand people left in the Ming Dynasty.
After two hundred years of lingering, they finally received news from the gods again, so they held a grand blood sacrifice to call for the arrival of the gods.
Now, he wanted to use his own blood as a connection to offer all the blood food to Mahakala.
"bring it on."
The giant god in the underworld almost trembled with excitement. He stretched out his legs forward, as if he wanted to touch the blood food containing the essence of flesh and blood.
The naked priest slowly closed his eyes. Through the blood connection, he seemed to sense the resurrection of Mahakala. The great hero king was looking at him and his unworthy descendant.
"The Zu Zong worships the ancestors and feasts on the ancestors!"
He roared again and fell into the pool of blood.
He will use his own blood to open up the connection between himself and his ancestors, and offer a grand blood meal!
"thump!"
In the darkness, a crisp sound of water splashing came from the blood pool.
Hmm? The sound of water splashing?
A trace of doubt suddenly flashed through the fanatical head of the sacrificial priest, and his body, which had been begging to jump into the blood pool, also paused.
Why didn't I jump? Where did the splashing sound come from?
"What the hell is that? Why does it stink so much!" A young and angry voice came out from the blood pool, followed by waves of retching sounds.
"Why are you in such a messy place again? He's so stupid. There's a pervert who doesn't wear any clothes."
From the blood pool, a jet of black Yongxuan suddenly flew out and hit the priest's body directly.
Unfortunately, the sacrificial priest's body was really weak, and the force he exerted was too great. He flew out and hit the east side of the altar. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
The black light quickly escaped and flew into a small river in the distance.
And the rich essence rising from the blood pool disappeared into the void in an instant, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The fresh blood in the pool, as if it had gone through countless years, dried up at the bottom of the pool, revealing the uneven bottom.
"vomit."
A little loach kept retching in the water. Damn it, if you just slept at home, you would have traveled through time inexplicably, and you didn't even know if you were notified.
The place just now was really disgusting. He could breathe through his gills. He didn't know how many things he choked into his stomach when he opened his mouth.
It was quite possible that as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw an uncle with his eyes closed and no clothes rushing towards him with a "slutty" smile. That was simply too perverted!
After the little loach vomited for a long time, it felt much better.
When he spread his spiritual thoughts around, he could sense the auras of many mortals. There was a high probability that he was in the human world. As for where he was, he didn't know.
"There are so many people, and they are like the Blood Pool Altar. They won't be holding any improper gathering."
As the god of the New Era, Qiu Ping is very sensitive to the blood sacrifice of the wild god evil god, and the scene in the eye is very similar to the blood sacrifice of the evil god.
Qiu Ping quietly took out the small green dragon leather sheath from the scale space and slipped into it.
Not long after, a vivid real dragon emerged from the water. When it lifted into the air, water vapor naturally gathered around it, and clouds and mist evaporated between its breaths.
In addition to being a bit smaller in size, it looks like a very realistic dragon.
If you are going to travel through time, you must put on a vest before going out.
The little loach dissipated the supernatural feeling around him, calmed down his aura, and tiptoed closer to the altar.
Although the little loach has a strong sense of justice, he does not know how much he is wrong about. Who knows how powerful the evil gods those people worship are, and he will not seek death before he finds out the details.
At this moment, the black giant in the underworld seemed to have been strangled by the neck. The excited expression on his face suddenly stopped, and then his expression became numb and ferocious.
Just a little bit closer!
He had already sensed it, and he was just a little bit close to being able to enjoy blood food.
But now, the duck that was about to reach its legs flew away.
The feeling of falling short made him almost crazy with discomfort.
"Who! Who ruined his good deeds!" In that weak sense, he seemed to see a long strip-shaped creature, but he could not capture its specific shape.
"He cursed me! He begged me to curse me to fall into the Avici Hell forever!" The black giant kept roaring from his mouth, but he was separated by a world, and no matter how furious he was, it was of no avail.
Of course, the little loach in the world didn't know that he had ruined the good deeds of a terrifying existence. He was squatting behind everyone at the moment, looking eagerly in the direction of the altar.
He wanted to see what kind of group of people dared to play blood sacrifice in the human world, but they were afraid of being found by King Minngling.
Oh, that's right, King Mingling is refining the world in Abi Hell, and he shouldn't be at home right now. No wonder so many ghosts, ghosts, and snakes have come out.
"Sacrifice... the sacrifice failed..."
The priest who had his tail slapped by the little loach was helped up by someone. Although he looked miserable, with blood flowing from his mouth and nose, and multiple fractures on his body, he miraculously survived.
But he seemed to be mentally disturbed. He was crying and laughing, and he was talking non-stop.
His voice reached the ears of everyone. Many of them had lost too much blood and had stayed in the cold wind for so long. When Ruming heard the bad news, one of them could no longer hold on and staggered to the ground.
Regarding that sacrifice, almost all the tribesmen contributed a lot of blood, but they received no response from the gods.
That was a fatal blow to everyone.
"We promised him, we said the sacrifice would be successful!" The priest kept vomiting blood from his mouth, and his eyes were fixed on the crowd.
Qiu Ping was startled and quickly followed the priest's gaze.
There were indeed two men in black robes in the crowd, but if Qiu Ping hadn't seen it with his own eyes and sensed it, there would have been nothingness there.
The moment Qiu Ping looked towards the man in black robe, suddenly, one of the men in black robe seemed to sense something and quickly looked towards Qiu Ping's position.
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