The flames on these torches, which were originally very normal, converged into a huge fireball, rushing straight towards the sky.

After the fireballs that emerged from each of the two torches smoothly met in mid-air and collided violently, the explosion in Gu Zheng's imagination split into a little spark did not happen.

These two eerie fireballs...... It was fused together like a living thing.

Then, after these prostrations, the eyes of the people who had raised their heads again to listen to the priest's teachings turned into a flame in the shape of a beast, suspended like a ghost fire under the bright moon, on the high platform.

Seeing this situation, Gu Zheng immediately looked like crazy, he waved his five limbs vigorously and danced the sacrificial dance.

As for the basic movements of the dance?

Please refer to the standard examples of uncivilized Indians, untrouser savages in the rainforest, and our ancestors, the cave people, but I will not describe them here.

In short, the action is ecstatic, the process is crazy, the slogan is shameful, and the result is successful.

Because of this beast flame floating in the air, after Gu Zheng finished this dance, he really took a big mouth and sucked it out, and the little fireworks that erupted from its mouth were ...... shrouded in the pile of sacrificial objects like a hill in front of Gu Zheng.

With a burst of flames burning, flying sand and rocks rose, and when the full moon in the sky once again revealed its true face and the beast flames in mid-air all disappeared, the pile of mountain-like sacrifices in front of Gu Zheng was shattered in this side of the world like powder, leaving only a pile of black ash.

Seeing Gu Zheng here, his face was overjoyed, he put his wrist in front of him, and without hesitation, he used the scepter in his other hand...... He struggled to draw a line on the top, and shouted: "Thank you to the Hideous Spirit for accepting the offerings of the Hideous Clan, please give our clansmen the purest bloodline power!"

After saying this, Gu Zheng continued to roar: "With my vein bloodline, I will support the great ancestor divine beast!"

And as he fell, the clansmen under the stage also stretched out their palms one after another, and bit down hard towards the tip of their middle fingers.

Blood on the fingertips, even the heart.

Bloodline essence, but not too much.

Just as the blood of the clansmen dripped into the dirt under the altar, the high platform, which had been built by the clansmen in concert, and which looked unpretentious on the outside, was now stirring up a red light and soaring into the sky.

They used their own blood to condense the phantom of the beast, which was taller than usual, and this shadow that seemed to have come to life after inspecting the circle of clansmen below with eyes overlooking all beings, threw down a little red light on its body, and fed back to the clansmen again.

And after these red lights are integrated into everyone's body impartially, all the clansmen of the Evil Clan, including the surrendering Youtu Clan, the Lu Shu who think they are subordinates, and the Gu Eagle, all of them feel that there is a warm air flow in their bodies surrounding them, rising, and finally merging.

If there was a cultivator from the Fantasy Plane here, he would find that this was a very rare process of bloodline purification.

It is the secondary integration of the bloodline of the most powerful divine beast.

Originally, there was a very thin bloodline of the beast of the Vicious Clan, but after this sacrifice, it was even more refined and thick.

This kind of tangible benefit, the tribe has a personal feeling.

They were amazed and delighted, excited, but they did not dare to make any difference.

Because of the last step of this sacrifice, the priest on the high platform has not yet finished praying for good weather and abundant fertility, and it is not yet the time for revelry.

And just when Gu Zheng was about to say the poem praying for a good harvest in the coming year while the phantom of the beast had not completely dissipated, there was an unexpected roar from the far north.

Listening to this familiar voice, Gu Zheng on the high platform didn't even care about the sacrifice, but stopped his sacrificial dance, and shouted hard towards the stage with the high platform and warned: "Enemy attack!"

"A large number of enemies!!"

And as Gu Zheng's roar that pierced the sky fell, these clansmen, who were still hanging with many fragments, began to rush towards the still simple tents of each family like the fastest beasts.

As for the phantom of the beast in the sky, which had not yet enjoyed the compliments of the people, he was shocked and went away!

Who is it?

Dare to offend the heavenly power of the divine beast?

At the critical moment when it was finally able to receive a fireworks offering from the mundane, interrupted its eating?

Not only that, but it must find the strange beasts that these bastards worship, find them one by one, eat their flesh and blood, and draw their muscles and bones, so that it can vent the hatred in its heart!

The roaring beast, along with his people, climbed the towering walls and looked out to the north.

And in the direction where the rumbling sound was heard, one after another barbarians of different shapes appeared in the moonlight.

They galloped out of the edge of the prairie, shouting, loosening the reins beneath them.

They roared wildly, brandishing all kinds of hideous weapons, their faces painted with five-colored colors, and depicted the beasts they adored in the most abstract way.

And in their eyes, there is only one target, that is, this rumored foreign clan that is very rich, but has not yet gained a foothold.

There is a sinister clan.

This place was exchanged for treasures from the hands of the Lieshan clan for enough food for the people of the clan for a year.

This precious clan is strong and healthy for men, women and children, but the population is not large.

It was the best target for their northern barbarians.

And the other clans on the Wei Plain will eventually understand that the ownership of this area south of the grassland is not determined by what they say.

Only their bravest northern tribes are qualified to demarcate the right to belong here.

And this prestige, let's use the heads of thousands of clansmen of the Vicious Clan to set it up!

The imposing barbarians rushed quickly, but when they rushed to a distance of several hundred meters from Youyi's clan, they all grabbed Sahuan's mount, and one by two were shocked and hesitated, and no one dared to continue forward easily.