The old patriarch took the pressure and forced himself to speak.
"Lord God...the sacrifices have been brought. I wonder...that...can you give them to my clan?"
An inexplicable voice came from the phantom in the void: "As long as there are sacrifices, you will receive the blessings of this deity."
The old patriarch: "Lord God! We will always offer you the most precious sacrifices, and we will never begrudge you anything."
Phantom in the void: "Really? Then I will give you this stronger power, but whether you can bear it... depends on your awareness!"
The old patriarch of the Genji clan: "Thank you... Lord God!" The old man was very excited. Under the intimidation of the powerful aura, he was extremely nervous, but he still insisted on finishing these words.
Several of the Onmyoji of the Genji family took a few steps forward at the signal of the old patriarch, resisting the pressure from the phantom.
The sacrificial witch was also among them, and the shadow neighed, which was the sound of joy after smelling prey.
A dark beam of light fell from the void and enveloped the trembling miko's body.
"Ah...my head hurts..."
The miko screamed and screamed in pain. Her eyes showed a look of fear. The girl was in pain. The energy in her body was dissipating, her consciousness gradually blurred, and the sounds of struggle became smaller. The shadow of deep love in her mind
In the blur, she didn't want to forget that person, shook her head hard, and tried to stay awake.
The miko's name is Hibiscus. She is a kind and innocent girl. She loves the samurai of Genji and practices miko training for her sweetheart. Unexpectedly, she will lose her life.
Nowadays, Jin can still not understand that all of this is Genji's lie. She smiles miserably and hates it. Even if she is not dead now, but knowing Genji's evil deeds, how can Genji let her go? Jin's eyes are blurred.
Finally, it lost its luster and fell to the ground with a plop.
Conservative Yiping Lao: "Ah... Great God... Wow! What's going on with those Onmyojis?!"
The witch hibiscus was being sacrificed alive, and the surrounding onmyojis were shrouded in light released by the shadow, and they also cried out in pain.
Miko Jin fell to the ground first, and then Genji's Onmyoji fell to the ground one after another. Their faces were ferocious, and their deaths were extremely miserable. They all died in endless pain.
Conservative leader Lao Yiping had a look of shock on his face. He seemed to be so frightened that he lost his voice and boldly shouted out:
"How come these guys have turned into monsters?! Ughhhhhhh!!"
Phantom: "Hahahaha... Those who are not mentally firm will be counterattacked by the power. Only the tough survivors can receive God's blessing!"
At the altar, the shadow laughed wantonly and then disappeared.
The terrifying and gloomy pressure disappeared, and the few people still standing felt light all over. At this moment, they realized that everyone's backs were wet, and cold sweat broke out on their foreheads. The old patriarch quietly wiped the cold sweat with his sleeves.
, took a deep breath, gradually regained his former expression, and said:
"See if there are any alive, and take care of them all."
Genji Onmyoji: "I obey, Lord Clan Leader!"
An Onmyoji behind the old patriarch stepped forward to handle the follow-up. Currently, these four people are the only ones standing at the scene.
The old patriarch turned around and left, while the other two patriarchs followed closely behind without stopping.
Conservative leader Lao Yiping quickly followed up with the old patriarch and said, "Master Patriarch, the situation in Kyoto is not favorable to us now."
Seeing that the old clan leader had been silent and unclear, Yihei continued: "Mona Yorimitsu has not been involved in the clan's sacrifices for a long time. This sacrifice is so important... Do you want to tell him?"
Once upon a time, everyone was surprised by the strange black-clothed warrior who suddenly appeared in the Minamoto clan, but after asking to no avail, they stopped looking into it. Since then, Minamoto Yorimitsu has never been seen making sacrifices again.
, the clan leader and family elders knew these things clearly, so Yihei mentioned this smoothly.
The old head of the Minamoto clan: "No need. Although Minamoto no Yorimitsu is the most talented onmyoji in our clan, he is rebellious and does not obey the clan rules."
The old patriarch paused for a moment, and then said something with unknown meaning: "If you cannot use the double-edged sword properly, it will hurt yourself."
The elder Yihei understands something in his heart. Minamoto Yorimitsu is now the head of the Minamoto clan. However, some of the most core secrets in the clan, the Shenji Pavilion, are still under the control of the old clan leader. To put it mildly, Minamoto Yorimitsu is a
Those who take the blame on the surface do not have much real power or influence.
Moreover, that boy Minamoto no Yorimitsu has no manners and doesn't look down upon us elders. He spends all day studying some strange spells and weapons.
However, Yihei did not say this, he just thought about it in his heart.
Everything that happens in the Genji forbidden area of the Black Night Mountain is unknown to the outside world. Since it is called a forbidden area, outsiders must not be allowed to get involved.
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Heian Kyo.
High in the night sky, dark clouds seemed to be weighing on the hearts of everyone in Kyoto.
Everyone in the barrier tonight felt uneasy, and time passed slowly in torment.
Qinglong East Gate, city protection area.
There was silence, and suddenly, noises came from below the city.
The pavilion master frowned, and a deep voice sounded: "What's going on?"
Under the city, many whispers could be heard faintly.
"Look to the southwest, what's happening there?"
"There seems to be some huge creature in the sky?"
"There are rumors over there that gods are coming and miracles are manifesting..."
"Is it true or false? Let's spread rumors! Do people still believe in gods in the world these days?"
"..."
Some people believe it, and others will naturally refute it, and many comments came from among the guards.
On the city guard, a shadow guard from the palace next to the Pavilion Master sent a message to the Pavilion Master: "Lord Pavilion Master, there is indeed a shadow in the sky at the South Gate of Suzaku. The details are not yet known."
Pavilion Master: "Let's go to the south gate of Kyoto. The rest of the shadow guards will stay here. If there is any situation, report it immediately!"
After saying this, the pavilion master took a deep look at the man in blue in the distance, then turned around and disappeared.
Zhuque South Gate.
Minamoto Yorimitsu stared at the behemoth in the night sky. At first, it was just a hazy shadow. He thought that another evil monster was causing trouble, so he entered a fighting state and was ready. He stared closely, not daring to relax for a moment.
As time went by, after that, the phantom slowly materialized, like a projection of some kind of creature, except... Except for the legendary realm that could do this, Minamoto Noraimitsu's heart sank, and he felt that something big had happened.
Not good.
The South Gate of Suzaku is very close to many forces such as the Minamoto Imperial Family, the Taira Family, and schools. The number of Onmyoji who come here to support is also the largest barrier.
People who don't know the truth are talking about what kind of evil demon is born, gods are showing up... all kinds of rumors are coming. These are all nonsense talked by Onmyoji. Minamoto Yorimitsu cannot forcibly suppress the rumors like ordinary people. He
For a moment, my head was as big as a bucket.
Also, the leaders of some forces are also forcibly controlling the personnel under their command and prohibiting rumors, but you can't seal people's mouths.
How can you stop someone from having his mouth on someone else's body and trying to say something, especially when even some ordinary people near the south gate of Suzaku have noticed it. How can they not see things placed in the sky as long as they have eyes?
Who doesn’t have eyes anymore, right?
This is... one word spreads to ten, and ten spreads to a hundred. Three people become tigers, and more people hear about it. The miraculous skill is just passed on. It can be said that it was invented out of thin air. Rumors began to spread everywhere.
In Ping An Jing, from the east gate of Qinglong to the south gate of Suzaku, the pavilion master rushed over in a very short time. Behind him, there were people coming one after another, and there were also those who were rushing from the south gate. On the way, they were shadowy and distant.
I saw many figures in the distance, and the rainbow light formed by spiritual power was like a meteor shower streaking across the night sky.
There was a purple light behind the pavilion master, drawing out a light and shadow. It was the blooming of spiritual power and a proof of identity, so no one intercepted it and allowed it to land on the city guard.