Xiangyun's speed was very slow, and Long Yun was very curious in his heart.

Where are the heterogeneous cultivators?

Zhang Daoran didn't say a word, just rode the clouds for a distance, stretched out his hand, and dozens of light points fell beside him, and then the two people and Xiangyun hid their traces. After walking forward for another half an hour, Xiangyun's speed was too slow, and he couldn't walk more than dozens of miles, close to the place where Long Yun was arrested, and then stopped.

The auspicious clouds floated in the air for only twenty or thirty meters, and below was a small flat clearing, where thousands of people gathered. The thousands of people were dressed in shabby clothes, all refugees who had been under fire.

Thousands of people gathered around a high platform. The platform is made of trees and is about 10 meters high. The platform is divided into three levels, each with three people standing in a triangular shape. These people standing on the high platform, covered in black, covered with black cloth, holding strange cold weapons in their hands.

Cold weapons look like scythes and spears.

The person standing on the high platform had indifferent eyes and did not have the slightest emotion.

Thousands of people gather to pray in a loud voice, as if they were worshipping the gods in an ancient language. On the main pillars around the high platform, there are also some ghost-drawn runes, runes that have never been seen before, written in cloth and wrapped around the pillars.

These ghost drawings look ordinary, like a patchwork of lines drawn by children. If you look closely, these ghost drawings have an inexplicable pattern, and all the strokes are oriented towards a direction, pointing directly to the top of the high platform.

"Real people... Are they building a high platform, offering sacrifices to the gods, praying to the gods for blessings, praying for blessings?"

In China, there will also be traditional sacrifices, and the height of the high platform is also particular. Moreover, around the high platform, it is also necessary to write and depict talismans on yellow table paper all around, and the cultivators use the Taoist method and Taoism to open the altar to worship the heavens and the earth, and move the gods.

And domestic sacrificial activities, generally when the wind and rain are good, thank God for the activities. Of course, other than that, the festival is mostly for rain, or whatever. This part of the minority was in the minority, and with the development of the times, this kind of sacrifice became only a cultural tradition, rather than a bridge of communication with the gods.

A high platform has also been built here, but everything here is completely different from that in China, and Long Yun is still the first time he has seen it. Long Yun has lived in the Kunxu Secret Realm since he was born, and it has only been a few years since he came to the earth, and his understanding of the earth is only limited to China. Even, this is the first time to go out of the land of China.

Zhang Daoran stood quietly in the clouds and did not respond to Long Yun, although Long Yun had a lot of questions in his heart, he had to press them in his heart.

Not long after, the gathered crowd suddenly got up and scattered in all directions. Instead of being next to the platform, they formed a circle dozens of meters away from it, and then knelt down again, closed their eyes and prayed.

In the northwest direction, suddenly singing and exotic music sounded. A few people with strange musical instruments, and a group of people with strange ghost masks and a strange dance behind them, walked here. Singing is not the language of this people, it is very strange, it seems to cry and laugh, and it seems to be catharsis loudly.

With thousands of people praying, mixed with this strange singing, the atmosphere of the whole assembly slowly became weird.

Suddenly, Long Yun frowned and looked behind the dancing crowd wearing ghost masks. A group of people dressed in black, with their heads bowed, were also chanting words in their mouths. Among these people, Long Yun found that there were two old men who had achieved great success.

Among these people, there are almost no women, and the only one is also wrapped in a black robe, with a delicate figure, and it is difficult to hide the blackness. I couldn't see my face, and my eyes were full of confusion and fear. Only a pair of eyes were exposed, in fear and confusion, but also with a kind of resistance, reflecting the woman's inner thoughts at this time.

Long Yun was even more strange in his heart, the alien cultivator was quickly left behind by Long Yun, and his eyes fell on this woman wrapped in black robes. What does the woman look like, how old is it, Long Yun doesn't know, this woman's body, the black robe she is wearing, and even the black cloth covering her face, are all painted with runes that are the same as those on the pillar.

"Are they going to sacrifice women?"

Long Yun instantly understood what this group of people was going to do.

Zhang Daoran shook his head at this time: "It's a sacrifice, right......?"

Zhang Daoran can be said to not know much about this religion. This religion was founded more than 1,000 years ago and is still found all over the world. With the passage of time and regional differentiation, the general religious doctrine has not changed much, but the customs are very different.

Sacrifice of virgins and girls was also practiced in ancient times. However, with the progress of civilization, it no longer exists in China. I didn't expect that in foreign countries, there are still such backward rituals.

Zhang Daoran originally wanted to use the Heavenly Eye to peek into what kind of activity this was and what intentions it was from a certain person's psychology. But Zhang Daoran's prying was blocked by a mysterious force, and these thousands of people kept praying, forming a mysterious and powerful force, permeating the surroundings, making it difficult for the divine sense to peep and the heart to feel.

These forces, gathered on the high platform, are becoming more and more intense: "This is the gathering of faith, the awe of the heart......"

Since it was difficult to peep, Zhang Daoran didn't know what they were going to do. However, Zhang Daoran's intuition told Zhang Daoran that this was not a simple sacrifice. Because he couldn't understand it, Zhang Daoran had no choice but not to answer Long Yun.

When this group of people wearing ghost masks came to the bottom of the high platform, they dispersed and stood in different positions, but they happened to stand in the direction where the various faiths converged. All sounds around him stopped, and an old man in a black robe, under the gaze of awe around him, slowly ascended the high platform, came to the third floor, and took out a scroll from his arms.

"Whoa......

Just as the ancient emperors read the holy decree, the person who listens to the decree needs to kneel. The scroll in the old man's hand should represent some kind of status, and thousands of people below knelt on the ground together.

The scroll is trimmed with gold and looks somewhat mysterious and noble. Everyone only glanced at it, and then they didn't dare to look at it directly, and it was a blasphemy against the gods to look at it any more.

It is still an ancient, incomprehensible language, and it is read like a sacrificial text.

The voice seemed to cry and couldn't cry, and he tried his best to suppress laughter. The old man's face was dissatisfied and reverent, but his eyes were full of coldness. This kind of contradictory look instantly raised a kind of resistance in people's hearts.

And the thousands of people below, all the exotic people, raised their hands to their chests, clasped their hands together, and their faces were reverent.

After reading the prayer, the people around him knelt down again and prayed, and their words were noisy. Only the woman wrapped in a black robe stood in the crowd in a daze, becoming the only one who did not kneel.

As the people prayed, a trace of faith emanated from these people, partly to the top of the high platform, partly to the woman. After a few moments of prayer, the old man who read the prayer stood up: "Please the Holy Maiden ascend to the high platform......"

This time, their language, Zhang Daoran and Long Yun understood. His eyes focused on this woman, Zhang Daoran also felt surprised, and felt something different in his heart: "Holy Maiden, Holy Maiden, pure body, communicating with the gods... The gods came into the world, and the saint died......"

Zhang Daoran had seen these words before, and he couldn't help but think of them.

"It turned out that it was really a different kind of cultivator, who was making sacrifices. ”

The Holy Maiden, who has a revered position in religion and is revered by all. However, the existence of the saint is only temporarily elected, and it is a girl who has just come to menarche, maintaining a pure virgin body, and using secret methods, she can communicate with the gods through the medium of the saint.

However, after the sacrifice, the saint also had to sacrifice her precious life.

The saint was slightly stunned at first, turned her head to look at the crowd, and suddenly, two men with ghost masks, one left and one right, were protecting her. It is said to be protection, but in fact it is a kind of coercion, a kind of surveillance.

When the saintess stepped on the high staircase with one foot, the power of faith on the top of the high platform instantly condensed into the saint's body.