A strange red light flashed in the room again, and then streaked into the night sky.
Another smell of blood wafted out from the crack in the door, and Wang Wei no longer found it pungent.
The room was as silent as a tomb, and Gao Junya didn't say a word.
"General Gaolang," Wang Wei tried to call him, an old friend of many years, "are you still there?"
Tian Deping said: "Jun Cheng, the dead cannot speak."
"Tian Canjun," Wang Wei came back to his senses, "Tell me, has Black Wind God seen you?"
"Not enough," Tian Deping said: "The sacrifices are not enough."
"Still not enough?"
"Far from enough."
"God will not bless the loyal ministers..." Wang Wei raised his head and looked at the sky, "God will not bless the Sui Dynasty."
Tian Deping remained silent and looked at Wang Wei coldly.
"I know what you are going to say," Wang Wei smiled, "You want to say, 'Now, please invite the distinguished county magistrate to personally sacrifice.'"
A trace of surprise flashed in Tian Deping's eyes and quickly disappeared.
"You just said," Tian Deping said: "For the Sui Dynasty and for the Holy King, sacrifice is inevitable, and you and General Gaolang are no exception.
Wang Wei replied: "I have been ready for a long time."
It's time to end everything.
In front of Tian Deping, Wang Wei was just an ant and had no room for resistance.
So what if Tian Deping can be killed. Only Tian Deping can make a sacrifice, and only a sacrifice can kill Li Yuan.
Since you have embarked on this road, just keep walking until dark.
Wang Wei walked towards that room.
In the darkness, Wang Wei saw the Holy Lord watching the rain at the entrance of Hanyuan Hall in Ziwei City.
The Holy King said: "The storm is about to come, and there is nowhere to hide. You are my coir raincoat. I will wear the coir raincoat, cover the wind and rain, and keep walking forward until the rain is over and the sky is clear and the sky is clear."
Wang Wei saw Gao Junya, who faced Wang Wei in the endless darkness, smiled and waved.
Wang Wei closed the door.
…
Tian Deping finally struggled alone.
Of course, he had expected and prepared for such a situation.
The yellow mask in the backyard will soon be shattered.
Liu Wenjing stood not far outside the mask and looked at Tian Deping. He was surrounded by soldiers wearing fire armor. They were just waiting for the mask to break and they would all rush in.
What awaits Tian Deping is that his body will be broken into pieces or burned to ashes.
It's so ridiculous. There was actually a little pity and ridicule in Liu Wenjing's eyes.
Soon, everyone will know who is about to enter the grave.
Tian Deping lit the last talisman.
He chanted a sacrificial hymn:
"The great Black Wind God from Black Wind Mountain!
I offer my comrades-in-arms, my subordinates, their souls, my heartfelt respect and my desire.
I long for you to see me, look at me, and listen to me.
I ask you to help me take this last step, using flesh, blood and soul as a guide to build a sacred altar and build a magnificent bridge for me to have close contact with you."
Yes, Tian Deping never intended to find Li Yuan.
Li Yuan couldn't be nearby either.
For Tian Deping, everyone is put on the altar with only one purpose: to cast the altar.
The entire county government will become an altar.
All the creatures in the Juncheng Mansion will become flesh and blood sacrifices for Tian Deping's close connection with the ancient gods.
And after all this, the dying lover will win a new life; Li Yuan will be able to be stepped on and crushed to death like an ant.
Tian Deping raised his hand to the sky, and suddenly a black-tasseled spear appeared in his hand.
The tip of the gun drew a circle in the air, and then a suppressed roar of beasts was heard in the dark room, and then a furbolg made of blood emerged from the wall.
The blood bear roared angrily, and the entire county magistrate's mansion shook, as if a dragon and a snake were walking around.
Rays of red light rose from every room in the Juncheng Mansion and shot straight into the sky.
Tian Deping smiled and looked at Liu Wenjing - Liu Wenjing's face finally showed a hint of panic. Yu Wen Jianxue's white clothes beside him swayed, and his sword flew into the air, charging towards Tian Deping.
late.
The outcome is already determined.
"Wow!"
The sound of the photomask cracking.
Yuwen Jian's snowy face was like ice, and it passed through several feet in an instant, pointing at Tian Deping's heart.
Tian Deping turned around, his shadow flashed, and he walked into the secret room.
The door of the secret room made a loud bang as Yuwen Jianxue's sword struck the door panel.
Immediately afterwards, a scream came, as if Yuwen Jianxue was injured.
It's useless, this secret room is equipped with a special formation and no one can open it.
…
In the darkness, the dancing horse controlled the gray snake's head, reaching into the holes on the surface of the altar, retracting, feeling the breath of the altar, and conveying his emotions.
"Brother Ji Tai, brother Ji Tai,"
Dancing Horse called, "I know you can sense me."
The altar gradually warmed up, and there was a slight vibration.
Dancing horse's heart moved, and he was sure that the altar was responding to him.
"Brother of the altar," Wu Ma called in his heart: "I don't want to be a sacrifice."
The altar really spoke - a very clear and distant voice:
"Blood...blood..."
"In the hole..."
Dancing Horse heard it clearly, but didn't quite understand what it meant.
"Brother Altar," Wu Ma said, "can you give me a little more hint?"
Tian Deping's voice singing sacrificial poems came from outside the secret room.
"... Using flesh, blood and soul as a guide... to forge a sacred altar..."
During the period of fighting between the two sides, Wu Ma always paid attention to the movements outside.
Wu Ma was not surprised that Wang Wei and Gao Junya were also put on the altar.
During the period of time when he transformed into a snake and wandered around, Wu Ma had already noticed the clues - at this point, Wu Ma finally understood the purpose of the strange patterns in every room in the Juncheng Mansion.
After Tian Deping's sacrificial poem was recited, the entire secret room shook, and a red light rose from the center of the altar and shot straight into the sky.
The connection between the dancing horse and the altar was immediately broken.
The altar became cold again.
The dancing horse found the gray snake and stretched it into the hole of the altar. What it felt was an unfathomable power.