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Chapter 15 Cicada Crying on the Altar for Blood Sacrifice (Part 2)

 The sound of cicadas is vague and uncertain, as if it is there or not, like a mysterious and mysterious spiritual induction, floating across the battlefield where murderous intent is boiling and debris is thrown away.

Wang Ziqiao stepped over the criss-crossed corpses and walked towards the hill where the altar was.

When passing by Barre, he saw that the other person was covered in bruises, with his fists on the ground, trying to get up. Prince Qiao withdrew his gaze and walked away from behind Barre, as if he had never known this person before. But his spiritual network suddenly spread out.

A thread, taking advantage of Barre's weakness, quietly sneaked into the opponent's mind.

At this moment, all Barre's thoughts turned into reflections in the lake of his mind, clearly visible.

Grief, anger, confusion, fear, regret... Barre stood up unsteadily and looked around: the stilted buildings were burned in the sea of ​​​​fire and collapsed; each tribesman had his heart disemboweled, struggling and screaming... His

His eyes gradually became red, and his throat came out with a rough beast-like breathing.

The heart lake swayed slightly, glowing with smart waves, and Wang Ziqiao let out a sigh of contentment. The changes in the human heart are always so wonderful, whether it is joy or sorrow, as long as it reaches the extreme, it is a spiritual delicacy that can be tasted.

"Ho ho—" The fierce firelight reflected Barre's face with burst veins, and scenes from the past emerged in his mind:

"I want to become the strongest kid in the clan!" Facing the tree stump, the six-year-old gritted his teeth and fisted, sweating profusely.

"I want to become the strongest man in the clan!" The waterfall flowed down, and the young and strong man stood as tall as a mountain, letting it wash away.

"I want to become the strongest witch clan!" Deep in the mountains, as a new witch warrior, he fought ferocious beasts and was covered in blood.

But since when has his ambition to become stronger been replaced by the position of patriarch?

Barei suddenly became excited, the sounds of fighting all around gradually faded away, and the figures like revolving lanterns seemed to disappear. He seemed to be isolated in an empty world, and all kinds of distracting thoughts were extinguished one by one like embers...

A glimmer of enlightenment suddenly emerged: Unknowingly, I have deviated from the martial arts!

I went the wrong way!

Barre was shocked, and a brilliant lightning flashed across his eyes.

"Eh?" Wang Ziqiao was slightly startled, and Barre automatically repelled the trace of spiritual power that had sneaked into him. He turned around and saw Barre looking up to the sky and roaring, invisible thunder pouring out from all around, causing rumbling waves.

A beam of purple gas visible to the naked eye spurted out from the center of Barre's head, forming a human shape that seemed real and illusory in mid-air: a sharp-mouthed monkey with cheeks, two claws and two wings, and a bulging abdomen. It was as strong as a strong man. It was the thunder painted in the ancient books of the Wu tribe.

The image of the witch.

"At the critical moment of life and death, I suddenly realized the magic of martial arts." Wang Ziqiao praised lightly. The magic is a magical power that can only be produced in the late stage of refining Qi and returning to the spirit. Barei understood his own mind, made great progress in martial arts, and truly touched the wonders of the spiritual world.<

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It's a pity that such a martial arts prodigy can't escape the fate of a chess piece. Wang Ziqiao smiled and walked along the mountain path. Looking around, the snow-jade-like waterfall split the night, like a cold sword light. The sound of water rumbling all around, like

The yellow bells and the big stars are ringing together, making the altar on the mountain top more and more unattainable.

"Hiss—" A wisp of blood-red smoke suddenly emerged from Wang Ziqiao's feet, twisting strangely. Wang Ziqiao paused slightly, only to hear the sound of "hiss" frequently, and wisps of blood mist rushed out of the ground, as if

A series of ferocious blood snakes danced endlessly around Wang Ziqiao.

Prince Qiao pondered for a while and said loudly: "Wang wants to witness the blood sacrifice ceremony that is rare in the witch clan for thousands of years. I wonder if the young patriarch will agree?"

After a while, the blood mist suddenly dispersed, and then gathered like a forest on both sides in front, winding towards the altar. Wang Ziqiao chuckled and walked straight along the road of blood mist.

As we approached the top of the mountain, a clear chant came with the mountain wind: "Tracing our ancestors, at the beginning of the creation of the world, we respected the gods and nourished all things, observed the sky and observed the geography. The road was blue and blue, and we overcame thorns and thorns..."

Prince Qiao followed the sound and looked at it. Under the towering altar, the young man danced gracefully, as if he was riding the waves and singing on the sea of ​​​​the deep and endless night sky.

It’s none other than Shikari Makoto!

Wang Ziqiao slowed down and looked at this ancient and secret sacrificial dance of the witch clan.

It is said that the Wu people are the favored children of God, who are entrusted with the destiny and perform the divine duties. The sacrificial dance is the sacred ritual for the Wu people to communicate with heaven and earth, pray for blessings and worship.

"Start by setting up the pole, and the land will be covered with eight wastes. The stars will follow, and the sun and the moon will shine..." The young man danced and recited, his wide sleeves were unfurled, his steps were spinning lightly, and the crimson witch sacrificial robes were like clouds gathering.

The clouds disperse, the wind rises and the water surges.

"So the weather is smooth, and all tribes surrender..." Zhi Shouzhen sometimes looks up to the sky and claps his hands, with a solemn expression; sometimes he bends down and stamps his feet, with an ancient posture. As he advances and retreats, birds fly and fish swim, and his posture is like the shaman characters glowing with life.

It coincides with the natural charm of heaven and earth.

Just as Wang Ziqiao was about to approach Zhikarizhen, "Crash", countless blood mist spewed out of thin air, separating the two of them. The blood mist was like boiling water, and ferocious faces emerged, roaring at Wang Ziqiao.

Wang Ziqiao took half a step back, his mind slightly shuddering. The bloody faces looked familiar, very much like the witch clan, Ma Hua, Feng Xian who died in the fight... As Zhi Shou Zhen recited the sacrificial inscription, the blood mist couldn't help but rise up.

, the terrifying bloody faces rushed out one after another, like the evil spirits from hell coming to the world, densely packed.

Unknowingly, the sky above the altar was shrouded in a strong blood color.

"...The golden crow burns the sun, the macaque picks the moon, the baby snake coils in the wild, and the golden cicada hides in the wild. The Zhi family worships God and bless the descendants of our tribe, and the four spirits appear and show the majesty of heaven. In view of this sincerity, ghosts and gods

Support and support, respectfully present the blood and food, and protect and enjoy it!"

The words stopped here, and the young man stood quietly with his sleeves fluttered, and the lingering sound echoed in the mountains and fields. "Boom!" An echo seemed to resound from the sky and the earth. The blood clouds in the sky broke open, and a dark foreign object poked its head out.

Wang Ziqiao's heart palpitated, as if he had fallen into an icy abyss, and his heart was shaken by an overwhelming aura. Even so, he still tried his best to calm his mind and look at the foreign object.

It is colorless and formless, neither imaginary nor real, heading straight for Zhi ShouZhen. Even though Wang Ziqiao is well-informed, he still can't tell what it is.

Countless bloody faces let out howls of ghosts and wolves, and threw in foreign objects one after another. The foreign objects suddenly shrank and turned into a galloping line of blood, which plunged into the center of Shikari Ma's eyebrows and collided with the insect chrysalis.

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With a "squeak", the wind and clouds surged, the sky and the earth changed color, and a clear and distant chirp of cicadas sounded among the mountains. The chrysalis opened countless cracks, and a golden cicada broke out of the cocoon and flew out!

It is suspended in the deepest part of Zhikarizhen's consciousness, its eyes are dim and silent, densely covered with bloody lines, its eight membrane wings are shining with white gold, and its edges are as thin and sharp as a blade, exuding an unstoppable edge.

"Cicadas are chirping!" Hundreds of miles away from Bailing Mountain, deep in the locust forest and beside the blue-wave lake, an old man in feathers sitting cross-legged suddenly flew into the air, looking at Bailing Mountain in the distance, with wrinkles on his face trembling and tears filling his eyes.

"Cicadas chirping!" Barei was slightly startled when he heard the sound of cicadas. Before he had time to think about it, the Thunder Witch Dharma Prime roared and punched, merged with his own fist, and violently hit Sun Hu who was rushing towards him.

"Cicadas chirp!" Wu Qi stood in front of the pile of rocks, his eyes as sharp as swords, and he aimed at the mountain top where the altar was located. The blood clouds in the sky subsided, the sky gradually became clearer, and the full moon was emerging from behind the clouds.

"It's really weird. It's the end of autumn, how can you get this knowledge?" Zhiyou shook his head in confusion.

Wu Qi hummed: "If there were no weird things in the Wu tribe, how could we, the Wu tribe, have been struggling in this poor ravine for hundreds of years?"

Zhi You felt a chill in his heart when he heard this, Wu Qi's eyes suddenly turned, and a small team of Ma Hua rushed through the pile of rocks, leaping towards them with murderous intent.

"Noble Mr. Wu Qi..." Seeing Ma Hua's fierce look, Zhi retreated behind Wu Qi in panic.

Wu Qi stood as straight as a pine, motionless, until Ma Hua came around one after another, and then said coldly: "I am from the Tianhuang Yu Clan, you barbarians, why don't you get out of here?"

"Get out?" Ma Huali, the leader, was stunned for a moment, glanced sideways at Wu Qi, and said with a ferocious smile, "You are from the Yu Clan, you are still a god! Would the Yu Clan come to such a ghost place? You idiot?

Even a cow can’t brag!"

Several Ma Hua burst into laughter, and Zhiyou said eagerly: "Don't do anything, this Mr. Wu Qi is really a noble Yu clan."

A flat-nosed Ma Hua stepped forward and spat at Wu Qi frivolously: "If you are really a feathered tribe, show your bird wings and fly for us to take a look!"

Wu Qi's face darkened, and a long sword silently jumped out from his back. The cold air rushed into the sky, and the light was overwhelming. The Yu tribe is an egg-laying race. After birth, the wings will fall off within a month until the cultivation level reaches the level of god refining.

Only by returning to the void and stimulating the bloodline of the ancestors can the wings be reborn. He thought that Ma Hua was deliberately cheating on him, but he didn't know that these low-level Ma Hua had only heard of the Yu clan's reputation of swordsmanship, so how could they know too much?

"Those who insult the Yu clan will die!" Wu Qi shouted sternly, and the long sword was as fast as lightning, piercing through the throat of Ma Hua with a flat nose. The hilt of the sword shook, and Ma Hua fell to the sky, and a cloud of blood spattered from his throat.

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"Feather Clan? Really the Feather Clan?" Several horse figures were shocked and angry. They seemed to have heard that the swords of the Yu Clan are made from their own sharp beaks, which can be dissolved into flesh and blood and hidden in the body.

The leader, Ma Hua, roared: "What about the Yu Clan? This is a wilderness, we have the final say! Kill this birdman and avenge his dead brother!"

"Kill! Kill!" Ma Hua jumped up one after another and rushed towards Wu Qi from all directions. Wu Qi held his sword and sneered, and the dazzling sword light made his hair and hair shine...

"Congratulations to the young clan leader, who has endured humiliation and hardship for many years and cultivated into a witch spirit. The witch clan will welcome a peerless genius who will be powerful in the world." On the top of the mountain, Wang Ziqiao smiled and raised his hand.

"Sir, you are joking. Now that there are horses surrounding the village and Barre causing chaos inside, Zhikarizhen's life is at stake. How can we talk about being a powerful person?" Zhikarizhen raised his sleeves to cover his mouth, coughed several times, and blood flowed out.

The dye blooms along the edge of the sleeves, making the red robe turn purple.

"That's true." Wang Ziqiao took a deep look at Zhikarizhen, "In addition to Ma Hua, Bare, and Yu Clan sword cultivators, the situation is extremely dangerous. What's more, the young clan leader's body is not in good shape, right? You have never practiced.

In martial arts, in order to become a witch spirit, you have become depleted of energy and blood, and your body is exhausted. I guess even an ordinary farmer can kill you easily right now?" When he mentioned the word "kill", Wang Ziqiao's eyes turned cold and he stepped on without leaving a trace.

One step forward.

"Sir, you are really perceptive and good at making judgments. I have long said that although the Eight Wastelands are big, only Mr. Ziqiao is the best person to help me escape." Zhi Qingzhen smiled calmly and clapped softly, "But, I want to

If you want to kill me, the farmer may be able to do it, but Mr. Zi Qiao cannot."

He flicked the sleeves of his robe, and a small puppet made of straw fell into the palm of his hand. On the top of the straw puppet's head, the three shaman characters "Prince Qiao" were written in cinnabar!


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