At this moment, something big is happening in the Black Feather Tribe. On a blood-red altar, countless demon cultivators and demonic beasts are kneeling on their knees, seemingly praying devoutly.
An old man who looked like a priest kept chanting some incantation, and kept emitting streams of demonic energy, which disappeared into the altar.
"bloodletting!"
He shouted low, and then all the people from the Black Feather Tribe cut their wrists, causing large streams of blood to flow out and fall on the bloody altar.
The monsters were no exception. Their bodies were also cut open with bloody mouths, and they roared again and again.
Suddenly there was a river of blood. At a glance, all the blood lines were flowing towards the center of the altar, where there was a pattern of a six-pointed star. As the blood continued to pour in, the six-pointed star continued to light up with a dazzling and strange red light.
"My totem monster of the Black Feather Tribe, please wake up quickly and rescue your most loyal people from the fire. The Black Feather Tribe will remember your great glory forever..."
The priest let out an extremely tragic and desolate cry. He lifted up his animal skin robe and knelt down on the altar with great piety. A scimitar appeared in his hand. Without hesitation, he slashed the scimitar into his chest.
go.
Puff puff puff...
Immediately, large swaths of blood surged out. The priest seemed not to feel the pain. His eyes stared at the bloody six-pointed star pattern on the altar with fanaticism and reverence. He gradually dropped his head heavily to the ground, making a muffled sound.
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Buzz!
At this moment, blood lines lit up on the altar. They were watered by the blood of everyone and the monsters. They continued to spread, revealing the meaning of monsters, madness and killing, as if some mysterious ritual was about to begin.
After a while, all the blood lines were connected with the six-pointed star pattern. Suddenly, a series of dull and loud noises came from below the altar, followed by a storm of energy and blood soaring into the sky.
roar!
Everyone seemed to feel an extremely fierce and bloodthirsty evil spirit, which suddenly bloomed from all directions of the altar. People from the Black Feather Tribe and magical beasts flew out one after another, and the entire altar seemed to turn into a stone tablet dyed red with blood.
In the blood and energy that surged into the sky, there seemed to be a giant beast with multiple ferocious heads roaring. The sound became clearer and clearer, and the outline of the giant beast became more and more ferocious.
Bang!
It seemed to take steps, so heavy that half of the Black Feather Tribe trembled. The next moment, the first ferocious head emerged from the blood, and it was a ferocious and evil dog.
This evil dog's head is so huge that it's five feet long. Its eyes are blood-red and strange, full of endless madness and killing. There are countless scars on its face, as if it has been in the midst of killing since its birth.
It has hundreds of fangs, which are extremely sharp and glow with a cold light.
Bang!
Taking another step, three evil dog heads that were exactly the same as the first one emerged from the blood, roaring to the sky, and the void suddenly shook. All the demon cultivators and demonic beasts of the Black Feather Tribe were crawling in fear and piety.
I didn't dare to look up.
Bang bang bang...
This is the totem monster that their Black Feather Tribe has worshiped for thousands of years. According to ancient records, it is the descendant of an extremely powerful monster in ancient times, called the Nine-Headed Dog of Hell. It is extremely ferocious and cruel. Once it is born, it cannot drink enough.
The blood will not fade away without causing heinous killings.
In other words, the Black Feather Tribe is now facing a life-and-death crisis. Otherwise, they would never dare to release this monster. Otherwise, if the descendant of the nine-headed hell dog goes crazy, all of them and the monster will die.
As the earth continued to shake, about a stick of incense time passed, and the entire body of the nine-headed hell dog completely walked out of the altar and appeared in front of everyone.
Its body is over eighty feet tall, and its neck is seven or eight feet long. The eyes of its nine ferocious heads reveal a crazy bloodthirsty light. Its extremely strong body is powerfully knotted, and its sharp claws are comparable to the sharpest demon soldier's scimitar.
A series of ravines were directly carved out of the ground.
Its aura is so terrifying, it has definitely reached the sixth level. Once such a ferocious monster goes crazy, even a large tribe will be in a state of panic. It is impossible for demon cultivators of the same realm to suppress it.
This kind of magical beast is too tough and its combat power is too terrifying. They are fighting and slaughtering at every sound. It is definitely not something that ordinary sixth-level monsters can deal with. Only a strong seventh-level monster can suppress it.
"Little reptiles, why did you wake me up? If you can't give me a reasonable explanation, then all of you will become my sacrifices!"
A thunderous sound was directly transmitted to everyone's ears. The nine faces of the nine-headed hell dog stared at the people and monsters of the Black Feather Tribe with extremely ferocious looks, as if they were about to cause a bloody storm here in the next moment.
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The priest did not bother to deal with the terrible injury on his chest, and hurriedly cried out sadly: "Master Totem Warcraft, please save the people of my Black Feather Tribe. There is an extremely cruel demon cultivator who killed thousands of people in my tribe.
He will kill all the people, and he will even kill him soon. He is so powerful that even our chiefs were killed with one move!"
"Please take action, suppress them, and destroy all their ethnic groups. You can enjoy the feast of blood. If it is not enough, we can prepare enough food for you to ensure your satisfaction."
Hearing this, the nine-headed hell dog looked up to the sky and roared, and the color of the world suddenly changed. Endless blood light stirred up in all directions. The terrifying and violent killing intent immediately made the demon cultivators of the Black Feather Tribe feel like they were falling into an ice cellar, and their souls trembled.
Their blood boiled, their bodies couldn't help but tremble, and unprecedented fear of the Nine-Headed Dog from Hell continued to spread in their hearts.
"Okay, if the enemy you mentioned does not satisfy me, then you can all become my sacrifices. After so many years, I have not seen any achievements from you, so it is better to change the tribe and cultivate it again."
The nine-headed hell dog roared, its ferocious fangs opened and closed, like gold and iron clashing, instantly frightening the people of the Black Feather Tribe to turn pale.
The reason why the Black Feather Tribe can develop and grow is because of the help of the Nine-headed Hell Dog hidden in a secret realm and helping them survive disaster after disaster. However, their potential is limited. It only took thousands of years to develop into a medium-sized tribe. The Nine-Headed Hell Dog
The dogs were very dissatisfied with them.
And almost every year, this nine-headed hell dog has to eat a lot of sacrifices, either humans or magical beasts, and the amount is huge. The Black Feather Tribe has spent a lot of effort to satisfy the other party.
Time passed by bit by bit, and the nine-headed hell dog just lay on the ground, its nine heads looking up at the sky, its eyes blinking, and blood kept dripping. The murderous and bloody aura emanating from the soul and bones was overwhelming.
Everyone is suffocating.
"They are here. They are too few in number. They are just a bunch of ants. Is it just these rubbish that will kill the people of your tribe? You guys are so useless and I am so disappointed... Huh?"
Suddenly, the Hell Nine-Headed Dog suddenly stood up from the ground, staring into the distance with its nine heads, as if it felt a very weak breath approaching. It roared angrily, feeling that the Black Feather Tribe was deceiving it.
However, soon, it felt something was wrong. Among the approaching scents, three caught its attention.
The breath that rushed to the front gave it a greedy urge to devour it, as if it was smelling the most delicious blood in the world, causing its nine ferocious mouths to continuously drip saliva.
The other two auras were much weaker than the first one, but they faintly made the hair on its body stand on end, as if it had encountered an unprecedented crisis, and it was filled with horror from the bottom of its heart.