"Next." A Canglang Palace disciple in front of the stone bridge beckoned to the high pillow at the front of the line.

Gao Zhen looked up at this Canglang Palace disciple, and since he was also wearing a golden mask on his face, he couldn't see his appearance.

The stone bridge is slender and long, counting the stone pillars on both sides of the bridge and the disciples of Canglang Palace who blew the horn, the gap left in the middle can only be walked by one person. It was a great opportunity to gently walk up the stone bridge with your feet raised. There were so many people who came to participate in the sacrifice that he was late in line, and now he finally got here, and it was already eleven o'clock in the middle of the night. There were less than twenty people left in the line behind the high pillow.

Walking on the stone bridge, the trumpeters on both sides began to play tirelessly again. Gao Zhen did not stop, quickened his pace, and walked towards the bronze tripod in the center of the altar.

"Ahh The wizard next to the bronze tripod saw Gao Zhen coming over, made some strange movements, recited a vague incantation, and beckoned to him.

Gao found that the sorcerer was an older woman, wearing a square crown similar to that of a shaman, and some runes made of feathers, beads, bones, and strips of cloth hanging from her body. Her costume is a bit bulky, which causes her to dance in a somewhat awkward posture. The most ridiculous thing for Gao Zhen is that she has been dancing for four or five hours in a row, but she is still "performing" hard.

Why is she a "performer"? Because Gao Zhen used his divine sense to quietly perceive it, he found that this wizard did not have any spiritual power and true qi in his body, and he was an ordinary person who did not have the ability to cultivate immortals. Said that she was a sorcerer, and that she did not have the ubiquitous magic power in her body. As for other professions, Gao Zhen did not continue to speculate, she is clearly an ordinary "actor".

But come to think of it, it's all for the civilians who salvage the vicissitudes for a living, and the more weird it is, the more convincing it will be. Instead of paying attention to the wizard, he looked up at the star-clad birds as he walked up the stairs.

They had been flying continuously above the copper dome for so long, but they had no intention of stopping. The starlight flows, and they seem to be flying faster and faster, like one night elf after another, dancing silently, giving people a strong sense of mystery.

"Woo Ka smash Varudo, Sine!" The wizard followed her up the stairs, pulled out the scimitar from her waist, which had cut the fingers of a thousand people, and held it in front of her and uttered a few strange spells.

There was nothing special about the knife, there were no runes or engravings on it, but it was very smooth, it seemed to be made of mythril, and it looked particularly dazzling and shining in the starlight overhead.

The wizard gestured to Gao Zuo, motioning for him to extend his right index finger. Then she picked up the scimitar in her hand and slashed it on her fingers as she recited the incantation, and the red blood rolled out.

Gao Zhen's right hand was held by the wizard, and he stretched forward and stopped on top of the giant bronze tripod. The blood turned into small red balls, dripping from the fingertips of the high pillow into the ding.

At this time, Gao Zhen had a chance to glance inside, and he was very curious, what was inside this bronze tripod? Not only does it need so much blood to make offerings, but it also attracts these amazing birds in the air to circle around it.

His eyes swept in, but as soon as he saw a little white lying in the red blood, Gao Zhen's eyes were blindfolded.

"Ping-pong Corner Library! Lola Takizawa! The wizard's voice was a little angry, and she raised a hand, covering the high pillow's vision.

Well? Don't let me see it? Gao Zhen thought in his heart, but his divine consciousness had been released, slowly extending towards the bronze ding.

Metallic spiritual powers? Starlight? What is that?

Before he could finish perceiving it, the seven drops of blood on his fingertips had already been sacrificed, and they were torn apart from the bronze tripod by the wizard beside him.

"Rakuku! Yo Ji Kai Oh Ku Oh Guy! The wizard backed him down the stairs, finished her last spell, wiped the silver scimitar clean, and inserted it back into the scabbard at his waist. Then he spread his hands on the stone bridge, signaling Gao Pillow to leave quickly, and replace the next priest to come up.

Holy, what the hell! Before I can figure out what's going on, you're going to drive me away? Gao Zhen was unhappy in his heart, but behind the people was the powerful Canglang Palace, which was a gate sect that even Yunyanmen could hardly match, so Gao Zhen could only hold back. He walked down the stone bridge back to Lintao City, and the trumpeters around him blew their horns again.

Soon, several people in the back of the high pillow also completed their own blood donations. The wizard waited for the last man to leave the stone bridge, then took out a golden horn from behind him and blew it. The disciples of Canglang Palace standing on both sides of the stone bridge also sounded the horn to make peace with it. The trumpets are constant, up and down, and the syllables are unpredictable, like a secret song that can awaken ancient beasts.

At the sound of such a horn, above the bronze dome, the halo of starlight composed of flying birds began to change. Its otherwise smooth surface rippled, and a starlit bird broke out of the formation and flew into the interior of the bronze dome.

One by one, they fell into it like meteors in the night sky, sinking into the sea of bright red blood in the bronze dome.

Are you really sucking their blood? Gao Zhen was a little surprised, he couldn't believe that the people of Canglang Palace actually performed such a ceremony in front of everyone.

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At twelve o'clock in the evening, the sacrificial activities in Lintao City officially ended, and the people who came to participate in the activities began to leave one after another. Some people choose to settle down in the inn for a while, waiting until the next morning when there are fewer people out of the city, and then return to their hometown. But the vast majority of people choose to hire horse-drawn carriages and rush back to their villages overnight, because the Canglang River is already turbid, and they can make more money if they can go back early to salvage the canghua.

Gao Zhen did not choose to leave, nor did he choose to find an inn to stay, he quietly returned to the high point where he had watched the sacrifice before, quietly observing the every move of the disciples of Canglang Palace near the altar and the stone bridge.

When the trumpets stopped, the star-clad birds flew out of the bronze tripod and fell back into the iron boxes they had been in. It was obvious from the high pillow that they seemed to be a little tired, their flying posture was not as flexible as before, and their speed had decreased considerably. Even the starlight on them seems to have lost its color.

Forty-nine iron boxes closed one by one and retracted under the stone bricks. Then there was a loud "click", and the stone slab under the huge bronze dome also opened, and some ingenious mechanism clamped the four copper legs of the copper dome, causing it to slide into the inside of the altar.

Such an ingenious trick? As far as Gao Zhen knows, in the immortal world, only the Mo family's "Mo Family Technique" has such a superb level. Could it be that this Canglang Palace is also related to the Mo family?

He found that after the torches on the altar were cleared, all the disciples of Canglang Palace began to gather at a place near the river in the south of Lintao City. There were many carriages parked there, the lanterns were brightly lit, and the horses looked in good spirits and seemed to be about to travel.

Suddenly, a crack opened in the middle of a cart hanging from the back of the carriage, and the bronze tripod that had been placed in the center of the altar rose from the ground and was placed on top of the cart. Several Canglang Palace disciples stepped forward, took out thick black iron chains, and tied the bronze tripod well.

Some birds flew out of the opening, the same ones that had sucked blood before. They stopped around the bronze tripod and were shackled to the back of the carriage.

After the rectification was completed, the disciples of Canglang Palace boarded the carriage one after another, and with the whip of the coachman, the convoy began to move towards the south, which should be to leave the city from the south gate.

Gao Zhen did not delay, and immediately mobilized his true qi and chased after him.