The vast mountain peaks tower into the clouds, and among the ancient forests, ancient trees stand tall and straight, like guarding soldiers. This is the ancestral home of the Demon Clan, which has been passed down through the ages, and every plant and tree contains the breath of time.
The blood sacrifice of the demon ancestor is coming soon, and the demon emperors from all sides no longer continue to trace the mastermind. Those demon kings have disappeared and must be dead. Even if 30% of the demon kings are lost, the blood sacrifice of the demon ancestor cannot be delayed.
At the foot of the mountain, there is a bronze altar, which stretches for hundreds of miles and has three floors.
Black and blood mottled, simple and deep, the altar is engraved with various patterns, rough and ancient. In fact, these are all kinds of unknown divine beasts and ancient seal scripts of ten thousand demons. Each pattern is completely natural and exudes an inexplicable charm. , seems to be ingenious but not workmanlike, and extremely rough.
On the top of the mountain, there is an ancient pine tree thousands of feet tall. Its branches are twisted like dragon claws. The dense and green crown stretches for hundreds of miles. It is hidden in the clouds and cannot be seen clearly. The green pine needles are shining with light, like Beautiful jade is withered and polished.
This is where the remnant spirit of the Demon Ancestor lives. This ancient pine is called the Immortal Pine. It has a long lifespan. It has lived from ancient times to the present. I don’t know how many years have passed. Every squirrel on the mountain can be regarded as his clone. .
Suddenly, the altar began to shake slowly, and a face appeared on the branches of the Eternal Pine. This face was extremely lake-like, with no facial features, like a faceless man.
The green pine trembled, and a pine needle fell from the pine tree and stuck straight into the ground.
Suddenly, an ancient whisper sounded, coming from the unknown void and falling into the ears of every demon clan member. It seemed like a call from eternity, tracing back to the origin of their bloodline.
At this moment, there are hundreds of demon emperors standing around the altar. They are both men and women, all of them have transformed into human forms. Some are old men wearing animal skins, some are extremely handsome young people, some are coquettish and beautiful graceful beauties, and some are white. The gray-haired old woman······
At the moment when the sound sounded, they made seals with their hands at the same time. A river of blood fell from the void, pouring into the altar in a mighty way. The whole sky was dyed red, but when the blood fell on the altar, The time was swallowed up, leaving no trace behind.
The finely intertwined patterns on the altar extend from top to bottom, like a dragon's beard hanging down, holding a pearl in its mouth, haloing and shining, illuminating all directions.
The shadow of a mythical beast suddenly appeared in the sky. There was a three-legged golden crow crossing the void, a blue dragon and a white tiger roaring in the sky, a Kunpeng sweeping through the waves, and a Suzaku flapping its wings and crying...
Every divine beast exuded a powerful aura, and the demon kings around the altar suddenly felt a pressure from the depths of their blood. Unable to suppress the excitement and fear in their hearts, they fell to their knees on the spot.
Only the demon emperors can stand firm under the pressure of this bloodline. Some of them have experienced it once, some have experienced it twice, three times, or even more. When an ordinary demon clan reaches the realm of the demon emperor, their lifespan can reach three thousand, which is much longer than the lifespan of a human soul.
And if you are a demon clan with strong bloodline, your lifespan can even reach four thousand years. According to the historical records of the demon clan, there was a demon emperor who inherited the Xuanwu bloodline and lived for five thousand years!
At the moment when the phantom of the mythical beast appeared, the patterns on the altar were distorted, and huge monster characters emerged one by one, condensing into a long dragon. The orb held in the dragon's mouth simultaneously bloomed with immeasurable blood light, and then bundled into a line, straight down. , with a roar, stabbed down.
At this moment, an old man stood high in the sky, stretched out his finger and swiped lightly, and another river of blood fell down.
"Boom!"
The bloody light downwards, there was silence at first, then a loud noise, and finally it was like the sky was shattering and the earth was shattering, gurgling blood gushes out from below, but in an instant, overlapping shadows emerged.
As a steady stream of blood merged into the altar, the blood rose quietly and silently on the altar, roaring filial piety, and spreading quickly. Blood gurgled out of the blood pool, and twisted faces appeared on it. They showed painful expressions and kept roaring and whining. After a while, the blood boiled, and individual figures emerged.
They were all human beings who were kidnapped in southern Xinjiang. When the demon clan was angry, tens of millions of people had their blood drained to sacrifice to the demon ancestor. This was a legacy left over from ancient times.
Every blood sacrifice of the demon ancestor requires a large amount of human blood. Since ancient times, the human race has been the vassal and slave of the demon clan. At that time, when the demon clan offered sacrifices, the human race was like an animal being sacrificed by blood.
But now that the human race is powerful, the scale of blood sacrifices has been reduced a lot, mainly because they are afraid of disturbing the three major sects.
Among the kneeling demon kings, there was a young man in black. He looked at the peak in the distance, his eyes narrowed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
He was Mo Lihai who came to visit the Demon Ancestor Blood Sacrifice. Even after seeing such scenes, his heart did not waver at all. The monks who became Taoists were already regarded as different kinds of creatures. They were just ants, so what the heck.
The blood nerves of the direct descendants of the Demon Sect also want to cultivate the avenue of blood, and the blood consumed by the direct descendants of the Demon Sect is no less than this. His attention has always been on the ancient pines on that mountain peak.
That ancient pine gave him a very mysterious feeling. Even without detecting his spiritual thoughts, he felt a strong sense of crisis from it. This feeling was the same as the feeling that his master gave him.
After a long time, he withdrew his gaze and focused on the sacrifice again.
As a steady stream of blood merged into the altar, more and more soul shadows were crushed, turning into pure soul power and blending into the blood. The demon kings kneeling around the altar chanted ancient songs to welcome the gifts of the blood sacrifice.
Rays of blood soared into the sky, scattered like starlight, and integrated into each demon king's body. These gifts could help the demon kings awaken their bloodline and even go further.
At the same time, the demon emperors standing in the sky also felt an invisible force falling on them, causing the bottleneck they had been unable to break through for a long time to begin to loosen.
Mo Lihai was very familiar with this power. It was the luck of the demon clan. He was no stranger to the power of luck. When he sent people to curse Emperor Shenwu, he suffered the backlash of the luck of the Great Zhou Dynasty. If it weren't for the demonic power, If luck is to teach him to bless him, I am afraid that he would have been killed by the fate of the human race.
However, compared to the luck of the human race, the luck of the demon race in front of us is much worse, let alone compared to the luck of the immortals.
As time passed, the sacrifice finally ended. The whole process lasted for three days. During these three days, the demon clan gave birth to ten more demon emperors. Many of the demon kings' blood showed signs of returning to their ancestors. It is expected that In the next thousand years, the demon clan will give birth to hundreds of demon emperors.
This is a feast for the demon tribe, and almost every demon tribe has received enough resources from this feast.
But even so, this scene was not taken seriously by Mo Lihai. If we talk about the number of Yuanshen monks, the Demon Sect only has a lot more than them.
Buddhism, Taoism, and demons, any sect can easily crush the demon clan. This is one of the reasons why the demon clan only dared to invade southern Xinjiang and did not dare to invade other places after tearing up the alliance.
After the blood sacrifice of the demon ancestors, the demon kings of each tribe began to return, and the ancestral court had to be closed again, waiting for the next opening.
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"Shengzi Mo, what do you mean, let me, the demon clan, send troops to help you attack the Zhou Kingdom?" Above the main hall, an old man looked at Mo Lihai and said.
"No, you are wrong. What I mean is that we only need you to help us contain the Zhou army. If necessary, we can attack the city and set off a tide of beasts. We don't have to face the Zhou army directly."
"But once our demon clan steps out of the southern border, it may be difficult to go back. The two sects of Buddhism and Taoism will not just sit idly by. If we confront them, I am afraid that our demon clan..."
"Furthermore, Shengzi Mo also knows that someone actually made trouble during the blood sacrifice event of our demon clan and attacked and killed members of our demon clan. If this matter is not investigated clearly, I am afraid that everyone in our demon clan will be panic-stricken. Therefore, regarding this matter, we I’m afraid I won’t be able to get away.”
The implication is that there are not enough chips for them to take action.
Mo Lihai laughed, as if he didn't care at all, "You can rest assured about this. My teaching will take full responsibility for this matter. You don't have to be afraid of the Buddhist and Taoist sects. Just attract the troops of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Wait for this... After the war, I can make the decision and allocate a state to you as a place to live."
"Are you serious?" Suddenly, the dozen demon emperors in the hall were a little moved. That was the land of one state. You must know that even Southern Xinjiang only has the land of four states.
Although the Hundred Thousand Mountains are big, the Monster Clan will not think that their territory is too small. What's more, Southern Xinjiang is a barren land with too few resources. The states and counties adjacent to Southern Xinjiang are all fertile lands. If it is given to them, Enough to make his ethnic group stronger.
The demon emperors looked at each other and saw each other's thoughts, but they also understood that the land in this state was not so easy to get.
In everything, there must be a price to pay. If the demon clan participates in the war, no one can predict what will happen in the future. Can the demon sect really withstand the pressure of Buddhism and Taoism? Will the demon sect really hand it over to them?
All of this is an unknown.
"If you don't believe it, I, the Holy Son, can make a covenant in the name of our religion."
"good!"
"It's a deal!"
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As soon as these words came out, all the demon emperors immediately agreed and entered into an alliance in the name of the demon sect. Even if Mo Lihai was no longer the holy son of the demon sect, the demon sect would not be able to go back on it.
Immediately, they signed an alliance, agreeing on the time and place for the demon clan to send troops.
After doing this, Mo Lihai left.
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On the street, Taoist Qingxu was wandering aimlessly with his magic sword on his back. He could not go to Southern Xinjiang, and the token given to him by the sect could not find any news about Zongheng's successor, so he could only lie down.
So, he ate, drank, and visited mountains and rivers along the way.
But what he didn't know was that he was not the only one sent by Taoist Xuanming to perform the task, but there was also another elder, Taoist Xuanzhen.
People in the Taoist sect have been cultivating in the mountains for a long time. By chance, they came down the mountain and were exposed to the fireworks of the world. They naturally blended into it and were very quiet and thoughtful. Therefore, Taoist Xuanzhen did not rush Taoist Qingxu.
He also knew that his senior brother sent him down the mountain this time, ostensibly to assist Taoist Qingxu in getting rid of the Zongheng successor, but in fact he was to protect Taoist Qingxu. Therefore, he didn't take this task seriously. How could he be a threat to Kunlun if he was just a Yuanshen monk?
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Two months passed by in a flash. Under the high-speed operation of the Zhou court, most of the baggage, food, grass and ordnance were ready and were about to be shipped to the front line.
Under the pressure from the outside, the entire court was enjoying themselves and there was no more fighting. This battle was related to national affairs. If something went wrong, it would definitely be bad luck, so no one dared to be careless.
In the past, when these weapons and food were transported from the center, many people would be greedy and take advantage of them. This was one of the reasons why the previous Zhou army's combat effectiveness was weak.
But now, no one dares to do this. All this must be thanked to Emperor Shenwu. If he had not enforced strict regulations and killed a large number of people, we would not be in the current situation.
Of course, even so, all parties can still get a share of the pie, but the share will be smaller.
Imperial Prefecture.
Su Ming was lying under the peach tree, leisurely and contented. In his arms lay a white cat, its pink nose wrinkled slightly, as if it was dreaming about something. His hands touched Xiaobai's body from time to time. The soft hair felt very good.
Before, he had brought Xiao Bai into the palace. When Li Waner saw it, her eyes almost went straight. Although Xiao Bai had dragon blood, his appearance was super good at fighting. Li Waner's original cat shivered when it saw Xiao Bai. Trembling, he collapsed on the ground.
When Su Ming asked Xiaobai to reveal his true identity, Li Waner was shocked. She didn't expect that the cute little kitten would grow up to be so ferocious.
Of course, he didn't let Xiaobai transform, otherwise Li Waner would definitely be jealous.
These days, Xiaobai was playing with Li Waner in the palace, but he was exhausted. Taking this opportunity, Su Ming became much closer to her.
Originally, he wanted to keep Xiaobai in the palace to accompany Li Waner, but when she found out that Xiaobai was his mount, she refused even though she liked him very much.
The leisurely time always flew by. Su Ming put Xiaobai on the lounge chair, came to the lake, and looked up at the sky above the palace. The fortune dragon of Great Zhou had recovered a lot. After the previous war in the northwest, the people of Great Zhou Dependent, those aristocratic families have also stabilized and are no longer at both ends.
But now, the Demon Sect has begun to enter the situation and make aggressive moves, and Dazhou's luck has begun to disappear. The dragon in the south has taken away a lot of luck with the support of the Demon Sect.
Suddenly, Su Ming suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky. His eyes seemed to be looking through the sky towards the endless starry sky.
There, a bright star was shining continuously, and the starlight was dimmed a lot. That was the Ziwei star. At the same time, the stars of the Beidou Group shine brightly, and the killing begins again.
The wind started to pick up. This sword of mine had been silent for too long. It was time to get to know him again as the great master of the Zhou Dynasty.
The next moment, he picked up Xiaobai, stepped on it, and disappeared into the capital silently.
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At this time, as both sides continue to increase their troops, a war is about to begin.
In the land of Southern Border, countless monsters gathered together, and their aura soared to the sky!
