Darkness enveloped the underground altar again.
Fear also seemed to occupy everyone's mind.
total solar eclipse,
The last piece of the puzzle to restart the sacrifice is a puzzle destined to shatter!
This is the result after I performed the hexagram yesterday.
The hexagrams I calculated have nothing to do with my good or bad luck, only the judgment of this late Ming Dynasty sacrifice.
fail!
At first, I was also surprised.
Why were sacrifices destined to fail in the late Ming Dynasty? Wei Zhongxian's preparations were perfect. Even after he took away my Night Sky Bead, he had a double guarantee. Even if I take action, I may not have absolute confidence to stop this sacrifice.
Today, I also understand.
The failure of the sacrifice depends on four words...it is impossible to violate destiny!
God will not let this sacrifice succeed!
Ding dong dong dong——
The Night Dzi Bead on the altar seemed to have been blown to the ground by a demonic wind.
Wei Zhongxian still looked up at the sky in fear. He was breathing heavily and his hands were shaking.
"Director Wei! What's going on!?"
"Tengu eclipses the sun! Why didn't we calculate such a phenomenon in advance?"
"Strange! So strange! My best skill is stargazing and divination, but I was stargazing yesterday, and today at noon, it is obviously the time when the sun is at its strongest, and there will be no total solar eclipse at all!"
Soon, many amazing Feng Shui masters expressed their confusion.
It's not just them.
The woman in red and Qian Laosan were all shocked by the solar eclipse...
At this moment, Wei Zhongxian was the first to come to his senses and shouted: "No!!!"
He immediately picked up the Night Dzi Bead on the ground.
Also swallow this Night Sky Bead!
He shouted: "Give me...restart the sacrifice! I want four hundred years! Please help me!!!"
But dark despair appeared again.
The Ghost Gate appeared again, and the dead souls brought by Chen Wei seemed to have been helped by some kind of power. They broke free from the shackles of the sacrifices and headed towards the Ghost Gate!
"Quick! Stop the sacrifices from escaping! If the sacrifices are scattered, the situation will be over!"
Wei Zhongxian shouted in panic.
The amazing Feng Shui masters he brought immediately rushed towards the center of the altar.
They want to find ways to stop the dead souls.
However, these Feng Shui masters were vomited blood and seriously injured in an instant!
Under the blessing of darkness, the sacrifices of dead souls are not controlled by human puppets at all, let alone by Feng Shui masters!
Not to mention, the four-hundred-year-old dead boy who was originally trapped here also entered the altar from the ground.
They also entered the gate of hell.
When the gate of hell is closed again, all the dead souls have been saved.
I looked at the dead children and murmured: "Four hundred years have passed, it's time to end..."
puff--
When the sacrifice left, Wei Zhongxian felt like he had been hit hard.
He spit out a mouthful of blood!
The blood dyed the underground altar red, and all the strength seemed to be taken away from his body in an instant, and his back was hunched weakly.
This late Ming Dynasty sacrifice...
Complete and declared failure!
"Why? Why! You lied to me! You lied to me!"
Wei Zhongxian suddenly shouted: "Why did a total solar eclipse happen when the promised sacrifices were obviously successful? You can't fail to calculate this!"
Who is the "you" in his mouth?
There is no doubt that he is the architect of eternal life.
Boom!
The next moment the sacrifice failed, countless door openings in the surrounding walls suddenly collapsed! The way out was blocked by falling boulders!
At the same time, the entire ground began to shake, and the underground altar began to collapse!
The altar is to be destroyed!
"So this is your purpose! You want to kill me! You want to silence me!"
Wei Zhongxian also suddenly thought of something and shouted loudly.
I was standing on an underground altar that was about to collapse completely.
I finally understood the layout designer’s intention.
Wei Zhongxian is the only person who knows the identity of the planner, and is the only loophole in the eternal game.
The best way to solve this vulnerability is not to make him powerful.
Instead, kill him.
A dead person can always shut up.
From the perspective of the organizer, this late Ming Dynasty sacrifice was a conspiracy to kill people and silence them.
Let Wei Zhongxian, the loophole, die.
At the same time, we will also kill those of us who find "loopholes".
Seamless.
Linked together.
Wei Zhongxian's plan deceived everyone, and the planner of the eternal life situation had Wei Zhongxian tightly controlled.
This nine-thousand-year-old Ming Dynasty, a powerful official, was like a puppet to be played with at will in the hands of the planners.
"Quick! Run away! The underground altar is going to collapse!"
A feng shui master yelled.
Several people immediately fled towards the doorway.
But the ruthless falling rocks crushed them into a pulp in an instant.
"Director Wei, what should we do! The hole in the sky is sealed, the door is sealed, and even the secret passage is blocked! We, we, will die under this altar!"
A feng shui master called Wei Zhongxian for help.
After the sacrifice failed, Wei Zhongxian had long been determined to die. He looked around with a despairing face and said, "Wait to die, everyone, including me, will be buried here."
"No! I don't want to die!"
"Director Wei, you can't do this. You brought us here. You agreed to lead us to a high position. Now not only has the sacrifice failed, why do we have to die here!"
"Yes! I have been studying for decades, and I am not willing to die in this wilderness!"
The feng shui masters shouted in shock.
Under these changes, everyone's grudges are no longer important.
The woman in red, Qian Laosan... they were either dead or half-buried, but they were relatively calm, frowning and thinking about ways to escape.
But under the dim altar and the constantly collapsing ground, everyone was buried here for only a short time.
"Noisy!"
Wei Zhongxian shouted sharply to stop everyone's panic.
At this time, I walked towards the center of the altar.
Under Wei Zhongxian's gaze,
I asked about the ultimate goal: "Who is the organizer of the coffin of the Queen Mother of the West and the sacrifices in the late Ming Dynasty...?"
