The idiot's eyes widened, and he secretly said to Qin Tian: "Next, shouldn't it be our turn?"

Qin Tian slowly withdrew his gaze from the stage and shook his head: "It shouldn't be so simple. ”

Of course, if they really wanted to sacrifice the two of them alive, they would naturally not be able to be killed, and they would have to bloody the Qingyang tribe first.

The silver-haired old man stretched out his palm and pressed it in the air, signaling everyone to be calm, and he continued: "Open the Spirit Cave!"

At the sound of an order, dozens of young and strong men lined up, and in the midst of shouting, they all pushed a stone disc the size of a house.

"Boom"

The mountain wall behind the altar began to shake, and the dust and fine stones gargled and fell, and a straight crack appeared on the mountain wall, and then it split in two, and opened to the outside world, revealing a wide cave.

Among them, the torches are gradually lit and extend all the way inside.

Qin Tian and the Ring Idiot couldn't help but glance at each other, they never thought that the Qingyang tribe could still create such a complex mechanism, and it was not as backward and ignorant as it appeared.

Everyone, including the silver-haired old man, knelt on the ground and bowed to the cave repeatedly, muttering praises to the fire god Zhurong.

The only exception is naturally Qin Tian and the Ring Idiot, one does not respect the gods, and the other is a disciple of Buddhism, and he is not very interested in this Zhurong God.

The cave was extremely deep, I don't know where it extended, even if Qin Tian tried his best, he still couldn't peek to the end, he had to retract his gaze, and asked the idiot for no reason: "Do you believe in the gods and Buddhas?"

The precept idiot was stunned for a moment, and said solemnly: "All living beings can become Buddhas." ”

The answer is obvious, the so-called gods and Buddhas are just a group of people with high realms in his opinion.

Qin Tian patted the ring idiot on the shoulder, and said with a hearty smile: "The hero sees the same thing!"

On the other side, the prayer ceremony of the Qingyang tribe was also coming to an end.

Then, Qingyang Zhen came to the two of them in person, with a mocking look on his face: "Do you regret it?"

Qin Tian was confused, why did this girl speak without a head today?

Regret after your uncle's regret!

Without waiting for Qin Tian to react, Qingyang Zhen ordered someone to lead them to the cave.

The silver-haired old man put his hands behind his back, his sharp gaze swept towards the two, and he said expressionlessly: "As a slave, it is a supreme honor to have the opportunity to serve the true god. ”

"Qing Yangying, untie them. ”

Qing Yang Ying took the order and retracted the stone chain tied to the ankles of the two men, and at the same time, Qing Zhuang pushed a wheelbarrow in front of them, which contained the remains of several sacrifices.

The silver-haired old man continued to draw a big cake for Qin Tian and the others: "After you deliver the sacrifices to the gods, you can get rid of slavery and officially become the people of my Qingyang tribe!"

Qin Tian was noncommittal, silently stepped forward to hold the handle of the wheelbarrow, and then glanced at the ring idiot, who was reluctant, but still followed.

"Congratulations to the Divine Servant!"

"Woo..."

There was another low trumpet, bleak and reckless.

Qin Tian and the precept idiot pushed the cart forward together, and only then did they step into the cave with their front feet, and the stone wall behind them slowly closed together.

Seeing this, the idiot immediately picked on, overturned the wheelbarrow, and scolded the Qingyun tribe to the bottom: "This group of turtle grandsons, even the back road is broken, obviously I didn't think that we could return alive!"

He then complained, "What the hell are you going to do?

Qin Tian's face was natural: "Talk about conditions!"

The idiot couldn't figure it out, and said suspiciously: "Do you still want to talk about the conditions? As long as we take down that old thing, we won't have the final say in the Qingyang tribe in the future." ”

Qin Tian glanced at him, pointed to the depths of the cave, and said angrily: "Do you want to stay here and be the king of the mountain?"

The idiot glanced at Qin Tian, then turned his head to look at the depths of the dimly lit cave, scratched his head, and still didn't figure it out: "You just tell me directly." ”

Qin Tian helped the wheelbarrow up by himself, and said, "They call the guy inside Zhu Rong!"

The abstinent idiot asked tentatively, "Fire God Zhurong?"

Qin Tian nodded, and said as a matter of course: "Since he is a god, are you still worried that he will not have a way to return to the earth?!"

The more he listened, the brighter his eyes became, and he slammed his right fist on the palm of his left hand, and echoed: "Yes, yes, yes, breaking through the void is just a piece of cake for the gods..."

It was only halfway through the sentence that the confidence of quitting the idiot gradually weakened: "The question is, will he bird us?"

The other party is an existence that is revered as a god, and the two of them are just rookies in the foundation realm, and they are not on the same level at all.

Negotiate terms with him, maybe a sneeze will wipe out the two of them.

Qin Tian sneered: "If there is money, the ghost grinds, and so does the god!" even if he asks for a price all over the sky, then let Old Man Zhao sit on the ground with him and pay back the money!"

The idiot was always a little apprehensive, and he couldn't make up his mind: "You're not afraid..."

Qin Tian understood his concerns and waved his hand at him, "In my opinion, at most, it is just a doppelganger of the Fire God Zhu Rong. A mere Qingyang tribe can't afford such a great god!"

"Even if he doesn't want to be reasonable, he has the golden light talisman by his side, he doesn't want to help us!"

Now that he has said this, it is obvious that Qin Tian cannot easily change his mind, and no matter how he says it, the two of them can be regarded as brothers who worship the master, and they should all sacrifice their lives to accompany the gentleman.

So, the two pushed the wheelbarrow all the way deeper.

After a full quarter of an hour, the field of view gradually widened.

In front of him was an extremely empty space, even much larger than the settlement of the Qingyang tribe.

There was almost nothing but a pool that had long since dried up, and a stone monument that was as tall as three sides.

The two looked at each other, and they didn't even see a decent statue of the god, which was too different from what they imagined.

The only clue is all on the stone tablet on three sides.

The two went forward to investigate, and found that the stone tablet was densely carved with tadpole-like words, as well as a series of matchstick-like small figures.

"It's one kind of exercise and two secret techniques..."

Qin Tian exhaled a deep breath of turbidity, but his heart was far from being as relaxed as his tone, with these three methods alone, he felt that this trip was not in vain.

The exercises are nameless, but they are cultivation methods handed down by the ancient gods.

If you don't refine your soul, you don't cultivate your supernatural powers, you will take the path of refining your body to the extreme, you can be reborn with a broken limb, you can be nirvana with a drop of blood, and finally you will be able to transcend the shackles of heaven and earth, and even transform into heaven with your body.

It's a pity that it doesn't seem to help the current dilemma.

After all, it was not a matter to stare like this, so the idiot shouted loudly: "Is the great god Zhurong here?

The sound echoed through the empty cavern, not dissipated for a long time.

Suddenly, the ground began to shake violently, and the water level of the dry pool began to rise at a rate visible to the naked eye until it was level with the ground.

At the same time, a fishy wind blew in the face, all because the pool carried the extremely smelly blood water!

Immediately after, the pool of blood began to boil, and a column of blood spurted into the air, like a mass of mud that had been constantly kneaded, constantly changing shape, and finally forming a humanoid outline.

Qin Tian and the others couldn't help but take half a step back, this evil thing didn't have half a divine aura at all.

If you insist on calling him a god, it should be more appropriate for you to be an evil god.