this moment,
The strong smell of blood mixed with the smell of revenge instantly filled the cave.
Yang Dong frowned and subconsciously wanted to cover his mouth and nose. However, the reaction of the members of the Conspiracy Cult surprised him.
Because these members of the cult were not dissuaded by the unpleasant smell, but instead showed an intoxicated look on their cheeks.
Could it be that the spiritual practice of these deceitful sect members is broken?
Yang Dong silently complained in his heart, but he saw that countless believers spontaneously gathered around both sides of the iron coffin.
They were like devout believers guarding a supreme treasure.
From beginning to end, no one spoke to communicate. But their behaviors are so surprisingly consistent!
Just then, the dull drum beat sounded again.
It's just that this time the rhythm of the drums has obviously changed.
Along with the drumbeats, the steps of the followers of the Strange Cult became strange again. Even the pulling skeleton horse actually kept up with the drumbeat at this moment.
The cave space is actually not huge, but with just a cup of tea, the skeleton horse has already approached the fire pool.
At this moment, the faint voice of the leader of the human altar came from the side.
"Your Majesty, Lord Luo Sheng, I teach you devout believers to offer your sacrifices immediately!"
"Enjoy the grand ceremony of this moment and enjoy the real power!"
As soon as the words fell, these cult members seemed to be going crazy, desperately taking something out of the pockets on their waists.
With Yang Dong's eyesight at the moment, he could easily see what they were taking!
Tongues, lots of tongues!
From Yang Dong's perspective, the members of the cult were full of fanaticism, desperately pulling out tongues stained with blood one after another from their pockets.
Some tongues were still bleeding out, and even twitched from time to time on the surface.
There are also tongues that are withered and black in color and emit bursts of stench!
However, no one cares about the condition of the tongue. The only thing they have to do at this moment is to throw the smelly tongues in their hands into the pool of fire!
Some congregants have nothing in their pockets. They dug in desperately until their nails turned out and their fingers were dripping with blood, but they still refused to give up.
Dark red blood mixed with the rancid smell filled every corner of the cave at this moment.
"Are they all crazy?"
Yang Dong couldn't help but ask, but he only received a meaningful smile from the leader of the human altar.
"Do you think they're crazy?"
"On the contrary, their brains at this moment can be said to be the most awake moment in their lives."
The leader of the human altar smiled faintly, with a proud expression on his cheeks.
Yang Dong frowned slightly and was about to speak, but the next scene made him stunned and his eyes widened.
I saw those followers of the sect who had fallen into madness, and after throwing all their tongues into the fire, they knelt down very devoutly.
But the skeleton horse behind them seemed to be controlled by someone, and actually stepped straight into the pool of fire!
In full view of everyone, the skeleton horse actually pulled the iron coffin and entered the fire pool together!
Yang Dong and Wan Yanyue were stunned by this scene.
But those followers of the Cult were still kneeling on the ground devoutly. Rong Ruo was not surprised at all by what happened in front of him.
At this moment, the situation suddenly changed.
I saw that the originally strong flames in the fire pool were now tinged with a faint green light.
At the same time, there was a large amount of black air like thick fog. Gradually slowly emerge from the bottom of the fire pool.
Under the swaying flames, the black mist was like a thick curtain, gradually covering the bodies of the cultists.
However, the cultists who came into contact with the black mist felt as if they had been given a shot of blood. Their eyes were wide open, their whole bodies were trembling, and they looked particularly excited.
They breathed heavily, as if this black mist was a rare tonic, desperately trying to absorb more.
At first, Yang Dong didn't understand why they behaved like this.
However, he soon knew the answer.
It turned out that with the inhalation of the black mist, the strength of these cultists was like sesame blossoms, rising steadily.
Their strength is increasing rapidly at a speed that is difficult for ordinary people to understand.
Just a few breaths can be worth several months of practice for a normal practitioner.
At this moment, Yang Dong felt that his back was soaked with cold sweat, because he never dreamed that the cultivation of these cult members could improve so quickly.
After just a cup of tea, the situation on the scene changed again. Those believers who had given less tongues could no longer receive the favor of the black mist at this moment.
This black mist seems to have spirituality and can actually avoid some people on its own initiative.
But even so, those cultists were still unwilling to give up and sucked with their mouths wide open, hoping to get even a tiny bit more of the black mist.
This situation lasted for about as long as a stick of incense.
It is no exaggeration to say that the strength of some of the Conspiracy Cult members has actually improved to a large level in a short period of time. For many warriors, this large level may be a chasm that can never be overcome.
No wonder the Three Kingdoms have joined forces to suppress the heretic religion. As the saying goes, a man is not guilty but he is guilty of having a jade in his possession. Having mastered such a heaven-defying cultivation technique, it’s strange that the Secret Sect doesn’t attract attention.
What's more, these people themselves are not good people!
Yang Dong watched all this silently, but he had already begun to think about how to solve this big trouble.
If the treacherous religion is not restricted, it will definitely become a serious problem for Da Zhou in the future.
Fortunately, the thick black fog went away just as quickly as it came.
With the intoxicated expressions on the faces of the cultists, the black mist faded away like a tide and returned to the fire pool.
At the same time, the flames in the fire pool also returned to their original color. As the black mist disappeared, it was as if all this had never happened.
Yang Dong was so shocked by the scene in front of him that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear. At this moment, the clear voice of the leader of the human altar, with a hint of joking, sounded in his ears.
"Okay, these are just appetizers. Now comes the main event."
He muttered something silently, and then winked at a subordinate next to him.
The next moment, those men started taking action.
It's more of a routine work than an action.
Two of them stepped forward and subconsciously lifted the wooden stakes that bound Wan Yanyue.
This wave of operations can be said to have frightened Wan Yanyue.
She twisted her body desperately and shouted:
"What are you doing? Let me go!"
"Do you know that I am the third princess of Houjin? If you dare to attack me, my father will never let you go!"
