Although the old man spoke loudly, he finally gave the answer to everyone, that is, the Holy Land of Mecca thought that their ancestors were about to be resurrected. 『』;.

This ancestor is the legendary Motari bin Hassim, who is said to have a sword in one hand and a scripture in the other, and the power of Noda, the holy land of Mecca, is even more unfathomable.

He had left a prophecy at the time of his death, and at some point when he returned, all the people of the Holy Land of Mecca would bow down to meet his resurrection, and now it seems that the time has come.

The rest of the people also remembered, and the content given was basically the same, and there was no other reason than the first time.

Wu Liangcai's face was very ugly, if the old monster thousands of years ago was resurrected, God knows what it would look like, or it didn't die at all, so how strong was it.

Fortunately, even within the Holy Land of Mecca, the fighting is extremely strong, and each other is desperate to kill each other, and the SLR will never let go if there is an opportunity.

After issuing a confidentiality order, the experts dispersed with the birds and beasts, and Wu Liangcai closed his eyes.

The martial arts conference is still going on, Wu Liang is not there to watch, basically there is no problem with breaking through, of course, those fighters are not necessarily, after all, there are seven or eight layers of innateness, there are too many here Bad luck, there are also a lot of Bao Dan realm.

What's more, there are also their own people who are right, these are all handed over to Qinglong and they watch, and it is a serious thing to go to Beijing University by themselves, pick up Li Shiyun and others to go shopping, or test everyone's cultivation status.

Far away in western Asia, inside the huge temple, a crowd of blackened people stood inside, four or five thousand people, and many more stood in the huge square outside.

The robes, which looked all black, wrapped everyone in a black color, were so black that if it were night, it would never be obvious that there was a group of people standing there.

On the central ground of the temple, I don't know when a square hole was opened, the length and width reached nine meters, and there was a platform in the middle of it, on which was placed a coffin of unknown material.

It is carved with ancient characters and mystical patterns, which are only understood by only a handful of people in this world, including the Grand Elder of the Holy Land of Mecca, Shasim bin Taksi.

Xia Sim, who has not appeared for I don't know how many years, hides his whole person in his robe, and even the people around him can't see his expression and eyes, and can only see a little pale face.

Under the leadership of the divine servant, everyone began to recite the scriptures, forming a wave of sound, which continued to converge towards the center and landed on the three-meter-sized coffin.

The voices outside also converged, the momentum was very terrifying, if an ordinary person listened to a few words, most of them would become a part of it, and the demagogic power was too strong.

Suddenly, several men in black rushed out of the crowd, jumped up high, and rushed down towards the coffin, some of the believers were frightened and some were angry, but many of them were disdainful and still whispering their scriptures, no one panicked, not even their closed eyes opened.

Just like that, a few people swooped down, but the next second the expression of ecstasy on their faces turned into horror, and their bodies were bounced out by an unknown force, and they hit the surrounding walls hard, leaving blood stains all over the walls, and their bodies fell down, like a few broken sacks, and those who were already dead could not die anymore.

At this time, including those panicked believers, they had also calmed down, and those in the crowd who still had ulterior motives were secretly frightened, but fortunately they didn't rush forward.

It's a pity that they were immersed in the happiness, and they didn't notice that the other people around them were unconsciously moving away from them, and it was only a few minutes before and after, and the surroundings of these people were already empty, and they looked obvious.

Someone reflected, but unfortunately it was too late, and four stone pillars with a diameter of two meters and thick appeared in the big hole, with sharp long thorns on them.

Someone has already walked over involuntarily, unable to control his body, except for the brain still accepting the control, even the sound is difficult to come out.

When he came to the edge of the cave, he knelt down and bowed respectfully, and then hung himself on the long thorn, which easily pierced their chests, and blood gushed out and flowed down the stone pillar.

There were also some who refused to sit still and launched an attack on the coffin or the believers around them, but unfortunately none of those high-level people stopped them, and looked at this qiē coldly.

It turned out that those who attacked the coffin were thrown on the walls of the temple again, leaving the walls red with blood, and those who attacked the believers, after killing several believers, felt that their bodies had lost their strength and were thrown to death on the four walls, as if to make the entire stone wall blood-red.

Soon the spies and traitors from other forces have been cleaned up, and at this time there are still people who have been selected, but they are already their own people.

"No, I'm my own person, I'm a faithful believer in the true God!" It's a pity that even if they shouted in their throats, no one came back to save them.

"If you are a faithful believer in God, why not give your life for the sake of God!" The Great Elder's flat voice permeated from the black robe.

Many people were convinced, but many more felt that they should not die so inexplicably, so they began to struggle and began to think of a way.

Those who betray the faith are more hateful than enemies, this is the rule of the Holy Land of Mecca, and it is also one of the most important parts of their teachings, so the appearance of these people is naturally betrayal.

The four stone pillars were soon full, and the rest of the blood was smeared on the walls, and the corpses hung in front of them had dried up, and the corpses quickly turned into dried corpses, and then weathered and disappeared in front of everyone.

The ritual continued, and those who were willing to sacrifice their lives for the gods came up and hung themselves on the stone pillars, and those who were unwilling were attracted to come over, or fell to their deaths on the stone wall.

Among these people are monks such as centurions and ten-masters, as well as junior or senior black-robed swordsmen, and thousands of them are the backbone of the seller's holy land, but now they are all sacrifices.

The prayers outside continued, and the voices inside had gradually quieted down, and in a short period of time thousands of people had already lost their lives, and the sacrifice had just begun.

"The strength of our Mecca Holy Land will be lost too much, and there will be problems when the time comes!" A somewhat young commander finally said with some unwillingness.

"For the sake of the ancestors and the true God, it is worth filling even the entire holy place of Mecca!" Shasim didn't know when he turned around and looked at him