To the north of the dynasty, there are endless grasslands, deserts and borders.
On a lush grassland, a square altar more than ten feet long and wide stood tall.
The interior of the altar was hollowed out and built to look like a pool.
On the steps of the altar, countless dark figures were moving up and down like ants. Each of these people has disheveled hair, both men and women are dressed in animal skins, and their bodies are rough and wild.
Judging from their appearance, they should be barbarians from the north.
Each of these barbarians walked to the altar, picked up a bone dagger, cut open their wrists with force, and allowed the blood in their bodies to flow into the pool.
He waited until his face turned pale and his body was shaky, then he staggered off the altar.
Although a lot of blood was shed, everyone had a look of fanaticism on their faces, as if they were doing something sacred.
At this moment, seven or eight feet of blood had accumulated in the pool. Under the cover of the dark night, there was an indescribable darkness and evil.
A middle-aged man with messy hair, wearing a black robe and holding a leather drum in his hand watched all this calmly.
Hallucinogenic spices were burning all around, and the pungent aroma mixed with the smell of blood made people want to feel sick even more.
The time passed in the middle of the night, and the already unclear weather became even gloomier.
In the south, the weather is hot at this time.
But in this northern grassland, the temperature dropped sharply at this hour. Many people next to the altar lost too much blood and couldn't stand it anymore after being blown by the cold wind.
"Wake up! Mahakala will come soon, and we will get rich fields and endless food." In the dark crowd, many people held the heads of their fallen relatives and whispered. Sobs and prayers.
They did not dare to make too much noise for fear of causing displeasure to the gods.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a dull drum beat sounded, making everyone's heart beat.
The middle-aged man in black robe tapped his fingers on the leather drum again, and the rhythmic sound continued to echo in the grassland.
"Blow the trumpet!"
Suddenly, around the altar, tall warriors blew their horns, and a low whimpering sound spread out.
"Crack." The burning spices suddenly rose into higher flames, and the weird fragrance spread to the surroundings along with the sound of drums and horns.
Many people originally felt weak, but at this time they felt a surge of energy from nowhere, and a strange flush appeared on their faces.
The middle-aged man in black robes recited sacrificial inscriptions that others could not understand. His voice was cadenced. His body was drowned by the billowing smoke from the burning incense, making him look as unapproachable as a ghost.
He stood on a high platform and danced a primitive dance.
The blood in the blood pool seemed to be heated and started to roll directly.
"Respect the ancestors, worship the ancestors, and feast on the ancestors."
Suddenly, in the middle-aged man's originally confused voice, a sentence of well-spoken Southern Mandarin appeared.
And almost at the same time, an endless cloud of black smoke flew out of a bottomless cave under the netherworld's sea of underworld, and the black smoke spread rapidly.
Just in the blink of an eye, a large area of yellow spring was dyed ink.
The black smoke continued to shrink and solidify as it flew away, and in a blink of an eye it turned into a giant god with a height of several feet and dark skin.
His figure swayed, and six more arms stretched out from behind, holding a ferocious skull and leg bones in his hands, exuding a primitive and wild flavor.
However, this giant god seemed to have been hungry for a long time. The dry skin clung to its torso, and the bones in its body could be clearly seen.
"Changlanglang."
He was just about to break out of the Underworld Sea, but suddenly countless chains appeared out of thin air and wrapped around his torso and limbs.
The chain had dense golden lines. After the light flashed, it suddenly sank down, dragging the giant into the seabed again.
"Blood Prison! Don't take action yet!"
The body of the black giant couldn't help but sink, and his heart suddenly became impatient. He roared loudly, and on the sea of Yellow Spring, a man wearing a red robe, a crown on his head, and a majestic forehead appeared.
The robe on his body was like a sea of blood, spreading out all over the sky, almost connecting with the endless sea of underworld.
If Qiu Ping were here, he would certainly know that this person was the incarnation of Blood Prison Yama who was killed by Judge Cui that day.
Hearing the giant god calling his name, Blood Prison Yama showed no trace of concern on his face, but he still stretched out his hand to create a seal. The golden lines on the chain quickly diminished, and then he seemed to have lost his spirituality and stood motionless.
"Bang!"
The black giant laughed loudly, his body exploded into black smoke, slipped directly through the gap in the chain, and then transformed into a human form again.
"The blood sacrifice is already being held in the Yang world. After you have a good meal, you can regain 50% of your strength. When the gate of ghosts opens on July 15th, you will find an opportunity to rush into the human world. There is endless blood and food in the human world. When the time comes, you will All strength will definitely be restored.”
"Hmph, I can only help you here. If we meet again later, it will be the time for me to kill the evil god." The Blood Hell Yama looked at the black giant coldly, and after saying something, he said This disappeared.
"Nonsence!"
"You're a damn bitch and you built a memorial arch. Now you ask me to be a troublemaker, and then you kill me later to make meritorious deeds. You are really calculating. But since you have released me, how can you think of killing me again? easy."
"If King Mingling hadn't taken action two hundred years ago, how would I have been caught by you?"
There was a trace of disdain on the face of the black giant god. Even if he knew that someone must be watching him secretly at this moment, he was not afraid at all.
They were used to do their dirty work. Before their tasks were completed, they had to endure it even if they were unhappy.
"But... blood food, I haven't eaten for two hundred years, I'm about to starve to death!"
The giant god looked up at the sky, his throat rolled a few times, and his belly roared like a drum. His eyes seemed to see through endless time and space, seeing the pool full of blood and the devout faith of countless people.
He was originally a heroic king on the grassland. After his death, he was sacrificed and became a god by chance.
As his tribe continued to expand, his faith continued to spread, and his strength grew rapidly.
The grassland is always accompanied by disputes and killings. He enjoys blood food wantonly, and his life is simply more carefree than the gods in the heaven.
Until two hundred years ago, a man named King Minngling came to the door and said that blood eating was forbidden in the world, and even areas outside of Wanghua were not allowed to enjoy blood sacrifices.
He had never experienced such idleness before. After a few curses, he started fighting with the Ming Ling King.
But after only a few moves, he was knocked off the altar, and then slapped into the sea of underworld, sealed forever.
"Hurry up and offer sacrifices, I can't wait!"
He looked greedily at everything in the distant world, his eyes almost spitting out fire.
"Wow."
On the altar in the underworld, the leading priest tore off his black robe, revealing a rugged and thin body. With a pious look in his eyes, he walked towards the blood pool step by step.
He is the blood descendant of the ancient heroic king and the worshiper of the god Mahakala.
With Mahakala being sealed, their power on the grassland quickly withered, and now only a few thousand people remain.
After two hundred years of lingering, they finally received news from the gods again, so they held a grand blood sacrifice to call for the arrival of the gods.
Now, he wants to use his own blood as a connection to offer all these blood foods to Mahakala.
"bring it on."
The giant god on the underworld almost trembled with excitement. He stretched out his hand forward, as if he could touch the blood food containing the essence of flesh and blood with just one stretch of his hand.
The naked priest slowly closed his eyes. Through the blood connection, he seemed to sense the resurrection of Mahakala. The great hero king was looking at him and his unworthy descendant.
"Honor the ancestors, worship the ancestors, and feast on them!"
He roared again and was about to fall into the pool of blood.
He will use his own blood to open up the connection between himself and his ancestors, and offer a grand blood meal!
"thump!"
In the darkness, a crisp sound of water splashing came from the blood pool.
Um? The sound of splashing water?
A trace of doubt suddenly flashed through the priest's fanatical head, and his body that was about to jump into the blood pool also stopped.
Haven't you jumped yet? Where did the splashing sound come from?
"What the hell is this? Why does it stink so much!" A young and angry voice came out from the blood pool, followed by waves of retching sounds.
"Why are we in such a messy place again? Damn, there's a pervert with no clothes on."
In the blood pool, a black shadow suddenly flew out and hit the sacrifice directly.
Unfortunately, this sacrificial priest's body was really weak, and the force he exerted was too great. He flew out and landed under the altar. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
The black light quickly escaped and flew to a small river in the distance.
And the rich essence rising from the blood pool disappeared into the void in an instant, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The fresh blood in the pool, as if it had gone through countless years, dried up at the bottom of the pool, revealing the uneven bottom.
"vomit."
A little loach kept retching in the water. Damn it, I was just taking a nap at home, and then I traveled through time inexplicably without even being notified.
That place was really disgusting just now. He breathed through gills, and he couldn't tell how many things he choked into his stomach when he opened his mouth.
And as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw an uncle with his eyes closed and no clothes rushing towards him with a "slutty" smile. This was simply too perverted!
After the little loach vomited for a long time, it felt much better.
He spread his spiritual thoughts around, and he could sense the auras of many mortals. There was a high probability that he was still in the world. As for where it is, I don't know.
"With so many people and the Blood Pool Altar, they can't be holding any improper gathering."
As a god in the new era, Qiu Ping is very sensitive to the blood sacrifice of the wild god and evil god, and the current scene looks very much like the blood sacrifice of the evil god.
Qiu Ping quietly took out the small green dragon leather sheath from the scale space and slipped into it.
Not long after, a vivid real dragon emerged from the water. When it lifts into the sky, water vapor will naturally gather around it, and there will be clouds and mist steaming between breaths.
Except for being a little smaller in size, it is simply more real than a real dragon.
When traveling through time, you must put on a vest before going out.
The little loach dissipated the supernatural power on his body, calmed down his aura, and tiptoed closer to the altar.
Although Little Loach has a strong sense of justice, he still knows how much he weighs. The devil knows how powerful the evil gods these people are worshiping are. He will not go there to seek death before he finds out the details.
At this moment, the black giant in the underworld seemed to be strangled by the neck. The excited expression on his face suddenly stopped, and then his expression became extremely ferocious.
Just a little bit closer!
He had already sensed it, and he was just a little bit close to being able to enjoy blood food.
But now, the duck that was almost there has taken flight.
This feeling of falling short made him almost crazy.
"Who! Who ruined my good deeds!" In that weak sense, he seemed to see a long creature, but he could not capture its specific appearance.
"I curse you! I will curse you to fall into the Avici Hell forever!" The black giant kept roaring from his mouth, but he was separated by a world, and no matter how furious he was, it was of no avail.
Of course, the little loach in the world didn't know that he had ruined the good deeds of a terrifying existence. He was squatting behind everyone, looking eagerly in the direction of the altar.
He wanted to see what kind of group of people they were that dared to play blood sacrifice in the human world without fear of being approached by King Minngling.
Oh yes, King Mingling is refining the world in Abi Hell, and he should not be at home at the moment. No wonder so many ghosts, ghosts and snakes have come out.
"Sacrifice... the sacrifice failed..."
The priest who had his tail slapped by the little loach was helped up. Although he looked miserable, with blood flowing from his mouth and nose, and multiple fractures on his body, he miraculously survived.
But he seemed to be a little mentally disturbed, crying and laughing on his face, and talking non-stop in his mouth.
His voice reached the ears of everyone. Many people had lost too much blood and had stayed in the cold wind for so long. Now after hearing the bad news, one of them could no longer hold on and staggered to the ground.
For this sacrifice, almost all the tribesmen contributed a lot of blood, but they received no response from the gods.
This was a fatal blow to everyone.
"You promised me, you said the sacrifice would be successful!" The priest kept vomiting blood from his mouth, and his eyes were fixed on the crowd.
Qiu Ping was startled and quickly followed the priest's gaze.
There were indeed two men in black robes in the crowd, but if Qiu Ping hadn't seen them with his own eyes, in his perception, there would have been nothingness there.
The moment Qiu Ping looked towards the man in black robe, suddenly one of the men in black robe seemed to sense something and quickly looked towards Qiu Ping's position.
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