Just half an hour.

The Blood Lake has already dropped seven or eight times out of ten.

A huge sarcophagus at the bottom of the lake was revealed!

The sarcophagus is about 100 meters long and more than 10 or 20 meters wide.

As the lake of blood descended rapidly, the lid and small half of the coffin were exposed, leaving only the bottom of the coffin still soaked in blood.

Soaked in blood for an unknown number of years, the sarcophagus was miraculously not stained with the slightest blood, and still revealed its mottled original appearance.

However, from between the coffin lid and the coffin body, there are dense gray-white silk threads spreading out, like spider webs!

The exposed walls around the huge pit were also covered with this gray-white silk thread, and they disappeared into the soil and stone walls......

When the lake of blood descended to the bottom of the coffin, it stopped.

On the edge of the Blood Lake, a thin old man in a big red cloak spoke in a hoarse voice:

"After thousands of years of preparation, the great moment of the awakening of the Holy Lord is finally about to come!"

"In just over a year, the Holy Lord will awaken on the last witch festival day!"

"This is the key to the revival of my Moro people, and I must not miss it!"

Hoop ...... Hoop ...... Hoop ......

Ten giants raised their arms and shouted, fanatical and reverent.

At this time, outside the only cave passage, a group of Moro men and women quickly poured in.

Most of these hundreds of Moro people have mana aura surging on their bodies, and a very small number of people who do not have mana fluctuations have faintly witch patterns shining on their bodies, exuding a strong momentum......

A group of people came to the old man in the big red cloak and bowed.

"Meet the Great Wizard!"

The emaciated Great Wizard said to the middle-aged Moro people standing at the forefront:

"You are the current patriarch, and you are responsible for arranging the ordinary clansmen who have not awakened the witch vein, and you had better come to this sacrificial holy place less, so as not to be eroded by blood and evil energy!"

The middle-aged patriarch bowed respectfully: "Thank you Great Wizard, my body can still hold it!"

The Great Wizard nodded slightly: "It seems that you also know that we are about to usher in the last witch sacrifice, and this holy place will become history and no longer exist, so you have to come and see it even after enduring the pain of physical erosion!"

The patriarch showed a touch of excitement on his face, and nodded again and again: "The Great Wizard's eyes are like torches!"

The Great Wizard's face suddenly turned cold:

"It's a pity that not everyone in my Moro clan is like you, who does not hesitate to sacrifice himself in order to awaken the Holy Lord!"

"Bring me the Zaha family!"

When a tall and strong man heard this, he turned around and walked to a row of wooden cages on the west side of the cave, opened the heavy chains on the thick wooden door, and shouted:

"The Great Wizard has an order, all come out!"

The sound of chains mopping the floor sounded.

A row of ragged and skinny people slowly walked out of the cage.

The figure at the front is very tall, but unfortunately only the skeleton remains.

Because of his long imprisonment in this bloody and dark place, his face is no longer old, and has even become blurred.

Beside him, there was a withered figure who could barely tell that it was a woman, and it was already a little unable to bear the weight of the iron chains on his body, and he was crumbling......

Next, there were fifty or sixty figures of different heights, all of them scrawny, some of them too old to walk, and some of them were children under the age of ten.

A group of people slowly came to the lake of blood.

The Great Wizard looked coldly at the withered figure at the front:

"Zahamo Cliffs...... No, you are no longer worthy of this sacred surname, and now, it is your last chance to atone for your sins to the Holy Lord!"

The dry Zahamo Cliff, looking at the great wizard, looked very calm, or perhaps his spirit had already been exhausted in these years of dark captivity.

"Where's my daughter?"

Zahamo asked calmly.

The Great Wizard sneered hoarsely:

"She is a saint, the most important sacrifice to awaken the Holy Lord, and naturally in the safest place!"

"Don't talk nonsense, did you jump into the pool of blood yourself, or did Ben Wu ask someone to help you?"

Zahamo Ya shook his head slightly: "Don't bother, untie the chains, I'll jump down by myself!"

The Grand Wizard is a little bit on his fingers......

A bloody light shot at the chains on Zahamo Cliff.

Cang Lang Lang!

The blood-colored runes on the thick chains shone and fell to the ground.

Zahamo Ya moved his body slightly, and then slowly walked towards the blood pool, his body seemed to have lost the slightest strength, and every step seemed very difficult!

However, when it comes to the edge of the crowd......

Zahamo Cliff, who was still weak just now, suddenly turned sideways and rushed towards a figure standing in front of the crowd.

It happened so suddenly!

The man didn't react at once, but he was hugged by Zahamo Cliff, and opened his big mouth to bite his face fiercely, and pulled it violently......

Yes!

The heart-rending sound resounded throughout the cave.

The small half of the face of this figure was actually bitten off by Zahamo Cliff, and it was swallowed directly into his stomach with a grunt.

At this time, a group of people reacted.

A strong man with a height of more than two and a half meters suddenly took half a step and lifted Zahamo Cliff up.

However, Zahamo Cliff clung to that figure, so that the two of them were directly picked up by the strong man.

Zahamo opened his mouth again and bit the man's ear and neck......

After struggling a few times, this figure reacted, and the mana in his body worked, and he shook violently, directly shaking Zahamo Ya's mouth full of teeth to splash away, and then broke away from the "embrace".

As the former patriarch, Zahamo Ya is actually an ordinary Moro tribesman who has not awakened the witch vein, how can he be the opponent of this figure with mana cultivation.

The violent shock just now almost shook Zahamo Cliff to death!

However, at this time, Zahamo Cliff was supported by a wave of anger, not allowing himself to faint to death, and his eyes glared at the figure that had lost half of his face with resentment:

"Qi Zamo, you traitor, you hurt my daughter in order to return to the clan!"

"I won't let you go!"

It turned out that the figure that was attacked was Qi Zamo.

If Nian Chen is here, he will be able to recognize this guy at a glance!

Master Qian Bohao, a member of the Dongsheng Temple, was once expelled from the Moro tribe, but returned to the Moro tribe because of his great contribution to finding the Holy Maiden.

Facing the crazy and resentful former patriarch, Qi Zamo knew that he was at a loss, so he used his mana without saying a word, and took out a bottle of healing medicine and applied it to half of his face that had been torn alive.

Zahamo Yaya's face was full of unwillingness, and he suddenly bit the tip of his tongue violently, spurting out a mouthful of blood, and then spoke in a vague voice:

"I, the Moro tribe's Zahamo Cliff, curse Qiza at the cost of never being able to live beyond life......

Yes!

Qi Zamo exclaimed in surprise, and even forgot to apply medicine to his face.

As a descendant of the ancient witch barbarians, the entire Moro people are very confident that this curse will take effect!

"Great wizard, please come forward and keep the family talking!"

Qi Zamo looked at the Great Wizard with a frightened face, pleading bitterly.

The Great Wizard's eyes flashed, and his voice was hoarse and he ordered:

"Throw this traitor into a pool of blood!"