Chapter 14: Blood Sacrifice on the Altar, Cicada Crying (Part 1)
"Kill! Kill! Kill!" Sun's beard and hair were spread out, showing his ferocious power. He jumped several feet across the air and rushed straight towards Barei.
The surrounding horses roared in response, and the sound of killing shook the sky. Waves of violent turbid air continued to rise, forming a turbulent wave, which shocked everyone in the Wu clan and made their hands and feet weak.
Seeing Sun Hu approaching, his fist raised was only a few feet away from Barre. A cloak, like a curtain hanging from the sky, suddenly blocked Sun Hu. The cloak trembled and swayed, creating layers of wind walls, removing Sun Hu's body.
Hu Zhong is as powerful as Qianjun's fist.
"This friend from Ma Hua has something to say." The cloak turned and was draped behind Feng Yu in an uproar. He hesitated for a moment, squeezed out a smile on his face, held his hand to Sun Hu Gong, and gave a Ma Hua greeting. Sun Hu glanced at the other party, put away his fists, and his eyes flashed: "What do you want to say?"
Feng Yu handed over his hand again: "As the saying goes, peace is the most precious thing. I wonder how this village has offended Ma Hua's friends? I am willing to be a peacemaker..." Before he finished speaking, a fire burst out in front of his eyes, and Feng Yu couldn't guard against it.
, forced his body to turn slightly, and flashed sideways.
A beam of flames passed by his waist, and then, a heavy hard object whizzed over and suddenly hit his knee. Fengyu fell out, his face was pale, and his patella was shattered into pieces.
"A mere wind-travel agent wants to stand up to our horse? Are you worthy?" Sun Hu spat with a grin, and the flaming red copper stick in his hand swallowed the flames and spun rapidly. This wind-travel agent is so stupid that he has nothing to lose.
The martial arts cultivation of refining qi and restoring the spirit, but he kept talking nonsense, so that he succeeded in a sneak attack. Otherwise, he would have to spend a lot of effort.
The wind hunters in the distance shouted angrily, urging the antelope lizards to fight back bravely. They had previously left some room to fight, but now they were all red-eyed and charged with all their strength.
A wind blower raised his head and drank a large tube of burning oil, his belly bulging high. He opened his mouth and sprayed, and a long and thick flame roared out. A horse was sprayed on the ground, turned into a raging fire man, and ran away screaming.
The flames spread to several other horses, and the rattan armor they wore ignited at the touch, rolling on the ground in pain...
A wind medium deftly got into the belly of the antelope lizard, avoiding Ma Hua's fist. With a shake of his hands, colored balls shot out all over the sky. "Bang-bang-bang!" The colorful balls hit each other and exploded, with countless sharp needles.
It burst out from inside the ball and splashed around like a torrential rain. Ma Hua wailed repeatedly, waved his arms wildly, and his eyes were filled with dense needles...
Some wind media flicked their cloaks, setting off patches of thick smoke and fog, covering all directions. Ma Hua's eyes were hard to distinguish, and he was in tears and coughing due to the smoke. Suddenly, there was a cramp in his lower abdomen, and he was actually pierced by an iron thorn.
, staggered to the ground...
"Change the formation!" Sun Hu screamed fiercely, and the flaming red copper stick was raised high. Ma Hua suddenly dispersed, changing from a triangular charging formation to a long snake formation. The long snakes swam flexibly, with their heads and tails corresponding.
The media go back and forth, forcing the media to attack and kill on a large scale, and they have to fight in close quarters.
Sun Hu swung the flaming red copper stick and hit Feng Yu. Feng Yu's cloak undulated, causing his body to flutter back and forth to avoid the stick's attack. Sun Hu sneered, and the flaming red copper stick turned like a wheel, and his strong energy surged.
came out, forming huge whirlpools of chakras, shrouding Feng Yu inside. Even if the opponent's movements were erratic, he could not help but gradually sluggish, and with his knees broken, his movements became more clumsy.
"Huh--" The head of the flaming red copper stick was a little bit, and a large flame was spurted out again. This fire was collected from the mother earth's flame and tempered. It was bright blue in color, burning and pure. Wherever the flame passed, the air seemed to be rippling with water.
Make a "sizzling" sound of evaporation.
Feng Yu's heart trembled, and he unfolded his cloak with all his strength, setting off a strong wind. The wind blew the fire, and the fire reversed, and Sun Hu rolled in the opposite direction.
A trace of ridicule flashed in Sun Hu's eyes. Without dodging, he rushed forward and struck with his stick. "Here!" As Sun Hu roared violently, the talisman engraved on the flaming red copper stick flashed with light, like a long dragon drawing water.
, absorb all the flames.
With a "squeak" sound, the head of the stick hit the cloak, and the cloak burned instantly. Feng Yu's expression changed suddenly, and a strong wind gusted out from his body, blowing away the spreading flames. At the same time, he was pushed back by the force of the wind, and his figure flew back. Sun Hu was already approaching with a vertical jump. He swung out his long stick and hit Feng Yu in front of him, forcing him to stagger. Sun Hu took advantage of the situation and stretched his arm several feet, grabbing Feng Yu's back. "Crack!"
Several vertebrae were violently severed, and blood gushed out.
"Come back, dear!" Sun Hu fiercely exerted his energy, and the fierce turbid air in his body rushed along his five fingers, rushing towards Feng Yu's inner organs like a mountain. As Feng Yu groaned in pain, blood spurted out.
"Boom!" A fist came out of nowhere with a rumbling sound of thunder, and went straight to Sun Hu's waist and ribs. It was just when Sun Hu was using his old moves and his five fingers were restrained by the wind.
"Well done!" Sun Hu roared, and his left fist came first and met him fiercely. "Boom, boom, boom—" Dazzlingly, the two fists clashed again and again, hitting each other head-on, ruthless against ruthless, like two heads.
The ferocious prehistoric beasts collided head-to-head, and the violent turbid air stirred up, creating a frantic wave of air.
"Boom!" The fists collided fiercely again, the air exploded, and there was a loud sound that cracked the rocks and penetrated the clouds. Barre stumbled back, with a bleak look on his face. He finally stood still, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his throat. He held back for a long time, and then caught
He tried his best to fight, but was still repelled by Sun Hu's overbearing power, and suffered more injuries.
At the same time, gusts of wind rushed out of Feng Yu's body, spinning out countless air currents and breaking free of Sun Hu's five fingers. "Tsk!" The hook-like fingertips slid all the way through Feng Yu's vest, tearing out five bloody wounds.
.Sun Hu stretched out his leg and hooked, and the flaming red copper stick flew back. The tip of the stick swept Zhong Yu's shoulder, causing him to fall out, and a series of blood was thrown into the air.
The flaming red copper stick made another stroke, turning in a perfect arc, trapping Barre. Barre barely resisted several moves and couldn't help but retreat. Suddenly, a leg as fast as lightning came out from the dense shadow of the stick,
Kicked Barre hard in the lower abdomen.
"Wow!" Barre's blood spurted out wildly, flying far away like broken stones and hitting the ground heavily.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!" Sun Hu got excited and roared wantonly. The flaming red copper rod flew out and penetrated the chest of a wind hunter in the distance.
The Mahuas have stabilized their position and have the upper hand. They have been on the battlefield for a long time and are proficient in killing. They are far from being a witch clan and can be compared with wind media. The battle formation of a long snake changes one after another, sometimes gathering and sometimes dispersing, sometimes advancing together, and sometimes
They formed a circle and killed each other until their flesh and blood flew everywhere, and howls filled the field.
When Sun Hu rushed into the battlefield, he was like a tiger rushing into a flock of sheep, and he was invincible. Every wind agent was splashed with blood and fell, whether in the chest, abdomen or head, and they were all punched through big holes by powerful fists, leaving no one to defeat the enemy.<
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"All the blood is gone." Wang Ziqiao stood next to a shriveled Wu Clan corpse, squatting down and rubbing his fingers on the dry and black soil on the ground. The figures next to him were jumping around, swooping around, but they turned a blind eye to him and ignored him, as if he didn't hear him.
Just an empty phantom.
"This is -" Wang Ziqiao frowned in thought, his mental power radiating outward like a spreading spider web. As soon as anyone touches it, his mind will be distorted, and even if his eyes see him, it will not be transmitted to his mind.
"Could it be -?" Wang Ziqiao raised his head and looked around. No matter whether it was a witch, a wind-travelling or a horse, once it was injured, the spilled blood disappeared instantly. It seemed that the entire land turned into a crawling greedy mouth, swallowing the blood.
, not a drop is left.
"The blood sacrifice thing has to be done with living people."
"Does it have to be a living person?"
"It must be alive. This is the rule of our ancestors."
Suddenly, the conversation between him and Barre at the altar was like a flash of lightning, flashing through his mind. "It's a blood sacrifice! Blood sacrifice to heaven and earth to become a witch spirit!" Prince Qiao suddenly realized that the witch clan, wind media, Ma Hua and the Yu who sneaked in
Clan, they are just the nourishment for becoming a witch spirit. The harder they kill and the more they die, the more nourishment they will have.
Wang Ziqiao thought for a moment, then suddenly scratched the ground with his finger and wrote a few words in a hurry: "Uncle Bao, altar." His fingers kept writing, "Ba Meizi, pig pen... head, terraced field... drowned tribesmen, cesspool..." and then
As you move your fingers, a vague terrain distribution map gradually appears on the ground.
"There is also a back mountain!" Wang Ziqiao's eyes lit up, and he moved his fingertips to fill in the last missing corner of the figure.
The picture in front of him suddenly became clear, and continued to enlarge in Wang Ziqiao's eyes.
It’s not a topographic map! Prince Qiao’s eyes flashed with strange light and he stood up. This is the word “witch”! It is the oldest, most primitive and most sacred bird and fish writing of the Wu tribe!
It is also the supreme blood sacrifice array secretly passed down by the witch clan!
"It starts at the altar and ends at the altar. Zhikarizhen, Zhiye, you are such a generous person!" Wang Ziqiao did not hesitate and took steps with a long smile.
Distantly, he heard the clear chirping of cicadas coming from the top of the mountain opposite.