As the name suggests, sacrificial dance refers to a dance dedicated to sacrificial rituals performed in front of the mural altar.
But millions of years have passed, and all the seas have turned into mulberry fields. Who can do this ancient dance that cannot be verified?
But since monks can seize fortune, seize opportunities, and fight for their lives with heaven, how can they be troubled by this small sacrificial dance?
Soon, people began to fight for a long time because the latecomers believed that the early arrivals had obtained the precious mirror in the temple.
Just as they fought, careful people discovered that as the time they fought became longer and longer, the aperture on the mural would flicker on and off in a mysterious and unpredictable pattern, and the frequency continued to increase.
Therefore, some people speculate that the fluctuations in spiritual power generated by monks during battles may stimulate certain formations hidden in the murals. The so-called sacrificial dance in ancient times may actually be a competitive mode of ancient monks.
Therefore, there was a scene where a round platform was set up and heroes from all walks of life came to compete.
Of course, for it to be called a competition, it naturally requires some luck.
Under the leadership of several Yuanhua Realm monks, all the juniors in the Hundred Meridian Realm were gearing up and happily participated in this somewhat crude arena competition.
The rules are also very simple. According to the remaining text descriptions on the murals, in ancient times, in the last process of "Thanksgiving", all ancient monks who participated in the sacrificial dance could receive the blessings brought by the spiritual mirror.
You may get treasures from it, or you may get mystical skills or techniques to practice. In short, everyone is different.
The reward for first place is naturally the most precious treasure, the "Spiritual Mirror".
The monks signed up to participate in the "Sacrificial Dance" according to their respective realms, and decided the order of the final "Thanksgiving" based on their ranking.
However, millions of years have passed, and the opportunities given by "Thanksgiving" have been exhausted. Therefore, the monks participating in the "Sacrificial Dance" competition need to provide their own lottery prizes. In fact, they are also bets, that is, the winner gets the loser's prize. treasure.
In fact, the reason why a large number of monks still stay here is that if they don't get any luck, they can have a relatively fair and safe treasure-hunting competition with Yuanhua Realm monks on hand.
As for the "spiritual food" level in the middle, it is quite simple. It roughly means offering sacrifices for sacrifice.
Among the monks present, there were many who had not yet abstained from the grain. Even if they needed any heavenly materials or earthly treasures, they could afford it, so everyone didn't care about it.
"Uncle, how many times is this?"
Qingyun asked a middle-aged monk in front of him with a bright smile.
Not to mention, although there are countless intrigues and intrigues in the world of cultivation, Qingyun's harmless young face still gives people a very good first impression, at least the hostility will be reduced a lot.
The middle-aged monk was dressed smartly in a smart attire, while some of the disciples from aristocratic families were more modest in their demeanor.
Seeing that the young man who was asking the question was only a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, and his cultivation level in the middle stage of the Hundred Meridians Realm was similar to his own, he smiled and answered:
"Having played more than twenty games, the frequency of the flashing aperture on the mural has long been saturated, but for some reason it has been unable to enter the next stage."
"But a delicious meal?"
"Not bad, it seems that the young man has already made inquiries on the road, right?"
The middle-aged monk replied, and then he saw Xiao Luoyi, who was about the same height as him, next to Qingyun.
The Thirty-three Realms have been closed for a long time, and there are not many Yuanhua Realm monks still alive. Seeing that the other party's demeanor is as deep as the sea, the middle-aged monks only thought that he was the leading disciple of the Qingyun Master Sect, and did not want to cause trouble, so they just let it go. Bowed naturally.
Xiao Luo didn't refuse at all, he accepted the gift calmly and asked in a cold voice:
"Do you know the origins of the Yuanhua Realm monks above?"
The middle-aged monk did not dare to hide anything and said in fear:
"You can't be called a Taoist friend, and the seniors have promoted me. The juniors only know that they are competing between two people. The tall and thin old man comes from the Yukong Sect, and the handsome young man comes from the Guihai Cave."
When Xiao Luo heard this, he suddenly looked surprised and said:
"Yukongmen in Yanzhou and Guihai Grotto in Qingzhou?"
The middle-aged monk smiled and nodded, then flattered him and said:
"Senior is very knowledgeable, it is these two sects."
Regarding these two "famous sects", Qingyun naturally didn't even hear anything about it. He cast an inquiring look directly at Sister Xiao and only heard her say concisely:
"Although these two sects are not big forces, they have their own characteristics and are famous. The Yukong Sect is good at refining jade and forging soldiers with jade, while the Guihai Grotto is located on the boundless sky at the easternmost end of Qingzhou. There are descendants born. I heard that they have done a lot of research on wind spiritual power and water spiritual power, and they are also closely associated with the Kuixing sect, one of the four sects in the three days."
When Qingyun heard this, he was immediately very curious. This Guihai Cave was not bad. At most, it was a little less worldly and mysterious, and the jade was soft and brittle. It was really a wonderful idea that this Jade Kongmen could use jade to cast weapons.
The young master was thinking about it in his mind, and it seemed that the two people who were competing vigorously on the stage were about to decide the winner, when he heard the tall and thin old man shout:
"Yeyue Huanpei!"
I saw it throwing out several small jade rings that were as smooth as butter. They poured out a faint stream of light like a rolling curtain, and floated quietly in front of the old man.
"It's actually a set of mid-level magic weapons. I don't know how many grades it has."
Xiao Luoyi looked at the five jade rings shining with the moonlight, with a little admiration in his eyes. He couldn't help but remind Qingyun of the fat sheep of the Earth Fire Palace that were killed by Jiang Liu'er.
"The Yeyue Ring Pendant is one of the very rare magic weapons of the Jade Sky Sect. Although these jade pendants are only third-grade magic weapons, once they are combined, they are ever-changing and their power is no less than that of ordinary high-grade magic weapons. They can even reach extraordinary levels. In the category of treasure, how can this old man be worthy enough to possess this thing?"
Seeing the old man taking out the Night Moon Ring, the locals of Yanzhou or the discerning monks immediately began to discuss it privately.
"Fellow Taoist, you don't know. This old man is the grandson of Zhong Xiao, the core disciple of Yukong Sect. Zhong Liang, here, is the young man in blue robe holding the jade spear on the stage. Isn't it normal to be able to get this treasure?"
"So that's it! But as far as I know, Quan Linfeng of Guihai Cave is also a talented young man. Legend has it that he reached the late stage of the Hundred Meridians Realm at the age of no more than 20 years old. This talent is comparable to that of three people in the world. You are the proud one among the Four Heavenly Sects!"
Hearing this, Qingyun's expression changed, and he suddenly felt that the name Quan Linfeng seemed familiar, but he didn't know where he had heard it before.
"What, do you know Quan Linfeng?"
Xiao Luoyi asked doubtfully.
"I don't know him. I just think the name looks familiar. It's weird."
At this time, after seeing Zhong Liang taking out the Yeyue Ring, the handsome young man Quan Linfeng couldn't help but look sarcastic on his face and whispered:
"It's really a secret trick. Such a treasure is wasted in the hands of an immortal like you."
"Boy! Are you talking about the magic horse?"
Although Quan Linfeng's voice was not loud, Zhong Liang, who was also on the school ground, could clearly hear it. He suddenly became furious. Quan Linfeng smiled casually, curled his lips and said:
"Uncle, you'd better go home and have a good rest. Otherwise, if your body is broken, your life will be shortened, hahaha!"
The attitude can be described as extremely arrogant.
After hearing this, Zhong Liang almost made his three long beards, which he was quite proud of, become angry. The murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he saw his hands quickly forming seals, and then he poured all the spiritual energy into his body. Entering the Yeyue Ring.
A total of five crescent-shaped jade rings suddenly bloomed with brilliant light in the air, and then the five jade rings spun together with a clanking sound, and instantly turned into a large full-moon scimitar. The blade was pointed directly at this arrogant and domineering man. The whole body is in the wind.
In fact, Zhong Liang's realm is still higher than that of Quan Linfeng. He is about to condense the soul's afterbirth, otherwise Zhong Xiao would not take it with him.
However, Quan Linfeng can practice to the late stage of Baimai Realm at such a young age, how can he be an easy person?
"disease!"
Zhong Liang waved his two fingers, and Yeyue Huanpei flew straight towards Quan Linfeng with the sound of howling wind. Even the ground of the round platform was faintly cut with a shallow hole.
"die!"
Seeing Zhong Liang expelling his hatred and yelling the word "death", Quan Linfeng also snorted coldly, and the sparkle in his eyes soared.
Then I saw him suddenly flash back a little, and then his figure slowly faded, as if he was about to turn into a wisp of green smoke.
Just when Zhong Liang thought that his Yeyue Ring was about to split this hateful brat in two, a strange scene happened!
Instead of the bloody sky as the old man imagined, the scimitar that was several feet long actually went straight through Quan Linfeng's body, hit the formation behind him, and got stuck in the barrier formed by the formation!
Since the formation was jointly arranged by several Yuanhua Realm monks, no matter how powerful Yeyue Huanpei was, the one who urged him was just a junior in the Hundred Meridians Realm, so he could not penetrate it.
At this time, the phantom-like Quan Linfeng Jiejie laughed strangely and shouted coldly:
"Spirit Wind Transformation Blade!"
Immediately, his entire body suddenly dissipated and turned into countless wind blades, which were fired at Zhong Liang with lightning speed.
"Junior, how dare you!"
Zhong Xiao saw the clue at this time, and suddenly became anxious and shouted coldly.
Originally, Zhong Liang planned to kill Quan Linfeng completely with his strongest blow. Unexpectedly, the old man used his own magical power to dodge. Now, the old man is exhausted of both spiritual power and physical strength. Like a lone lantern in the snow, he will attack at any time. cold.
However, this Zhong Liang is also Zhong Xiao’s grandson with the highest level of cultivation. He has protected the old man for a long time in the Thirty-three Realms. Now that he finally has a chance to fight for fortune, how can he be willing to let Zhong Liang die before he leaves the army? Woolen cloth?
But as soon as he finished speaking, he heard another voice saying lightly:
"Brother Zhong, don't break the rules."
The one who spoke was a young monk in luxurious clothes.
This person looks slightly younger than Bai Zhizheng, less than thirty years old. Although his healthy bronze skin does not match his light white robe very well, his cultivation and demeanor are extremely vigorous, and he is obviously a rare master.
As he spoke, he pointed his sword horizontally and directly stopped Zhong Xiao who wanted to intervene.
"Go away! That's my grandson!"
When the blue-robed Zhong Xiao saw this, he immediately became furious.
"snort!"
Just listen to the monk in the gorgeous robe snort, slash his sword horizontally, and start a fight over a disagreement. His attitude is exactly the same as that of Quan Linfeng below. It is obvious that the whole family is no longer in the same house.
