The word mountain god seems to carry the weight of tens of millions of catties, and they can be overwhelmed by any mention of it.

"Okay! Then let the mountain god decide! ”

"Hurry up and inform Sister Xiu'e!"

"Bring everyone to the village square!"

Ning Yuan saw several villagers suddenly surrounding him, pressing his hands, and he was covered with a thick hemp rope that he didn't know where it came from, and he was roughly tied up in three or two strokes.

His heart became more and more bottomless, and his restlessness and anxiety were like the hemp rope on his body, twisting his heart fiercely.

He looked at Jiang Futing and Bai Tang a little at a loss, but both of them indifferently gave him a look of peace of mind.

Before he could figure out what it meant, his body was pushed hard, and he walked forward half-pushing.

Jiang Futing and Bai Tang were surrounded by other villagers, but fortunately they were not the ones who killed them, and they did not have to enjoy the treatment of being tied up with ropes.

It's just that these villagers are like eating guns, they talk and walk, and they can't push them twice at every turn, and they don't want to stop until they have to sprinkle the anger on them.

The seeds of fire are the fear in their hearts, their admiration and fear of the mountain gods.

They were afraid that the mountain god would turn his face and become angry, so they left them alone and left them to fend for themselves in the night of the fifteenth, so they could only try to curry favor with them in such a humble way, so as to gain the mercy of the mountain god for them.

Jiang Futing was still walking with a limp, and his arm was meticulously held by Bai Tang.

The two of them looked at the people who were following closely on the side, Bai Tang seized the opportunity, deliberately stumbled, and said in his ear: "Did they push the lost Li Yu onto you?" ”

Jiang Futing heard his words and nodded in acquiescence.

Bai Tang didn't speak again, he didn't know what he was pondering, and he didn't even feel comfortable slowing down his steps.

Until Jiang Futing noticed his absent-mindedness, he pulled the corner of his clothes without a trace, and dragged back his thoughts that he didn't know where to fly.

Bai Tang gave him a heartless smile with a shy face.

The villagers on the side were still smiling when they saw this person, and they all had the expressions of seeing a fool.

Those eyes that were both watching the drama and sarcastic shone on him, and he was like a nobody, and he was next to Jiang Futing, and sighed in a ghostly manner: "Tsk! People sit at home, and pots come from heaven. ”

In fact, he is not completely innocent, after all, he just went to someone else's house to steal the bell.

These words can only be scolded by Jiang Futing himself.

By the time they arrived at the village square, Wu Xiu'e had already received a notice that a small square tripod had been erected on the empty square.

However, the appearance of the tripod looks similar, and it should also be a magic weapon unique to the Immortal Sect.

This time, there was no incense in the ding, and there was obviously nothing inside, but it was burning with a raging fire.

The churning flame is different from ordinary fires, the middle of the flame is pure and immaculate white, and when it swayes, it unconsciously exudes an unknown and dangerous atmosphere, and it makes people feel frightened just by standing from a distance.

Jiang Futing felt the fire in Dingli from a distance, and his eyelids were steep

Suddenly jumped.

The burning air flow seemed to melt the space, and even the air was distorted.

As the distance got closer, the flames slowly enlarged in front of his eyes, coinciding with the sea of fire that burned through the mountains and forests in his memory.

Whether it's the breath or the power that can destroy everything, it's exactly the same.

Bai Tang also smelled a hint of threat from the flames in Dingli, and instead put away the cynical casualness just now.

He leaned next to Jiang Futing and asked softly, "You said before that the fire you saw can't be this, right?" ”

Jiang Futing retracted his gaze and nodded again.

The villagers on the side noticed that the two of them were talking to each other, and warned loudly: "You should be respectful!" Don't talk nonsense, the mountain god will be here in a while! ”

The two of them immediately pretended to be deaf and dumb very tacitly, and looked at the middle of the square silently.

Ning Yuan was pushed in front of the copper tripod, and before he could get close, he felt the suffocating heat, as if he was standing on the edge of the stove, ready to melt at any time.

Not to mention standing at such a close distance by the copper tripod at this time, the flames moving on it were like a fire snake, he always felt that he would come out in the next second and swallow him in one gulp.

The person who pushed him couldn't stand the fatal heat, so he ran behind with his legs, and his life-saving appearance was ironic and funny.

It's as if your own life is your life, and the life of others is not your life.

Jiang Futing had personally felt how terrible this fire was, and looked at Bai Tang with concern.

Bai Tang maintained a calm smile, looked left and right, and said softly without care: "It's okay, if there is really any accident, I will see the plane action."

The man who yelled at them just now, probably with clairvoyance or ears, grabbed them and scolded: "Are you deaf?!" Don't talk, you can't hear it, do you? ”

He stared at them with tears in his eyes, and his tone of voice was unexpectedly like that of a dean.

Jiang Futing continued to turn a deaf ear, always paying attention to Ning Yuan, who was standing on the edge of the ding.

Wu Xiu'e raised her head and pretended to look at the sky, and slowly closed her eyes with a whisper in her mouth.

The crimson light of fire swirled in front of her, outlining her figure with a sacrosanct flavor.

Immediately after, the moment she opened her eyes, the fire in the ding seemed to be added to the fat fuel all of a sudden, and suddenly swelled, almost rising from the sky.

Ning Yuan was frightened and took two small steps back.

Only Jiang Futing and Bai Tang both had expressions like watching a play, except for raising the size of this fire, there were no other superfluous changes, and this kind of exaggerated movement was deliberately made just to bluff ordinary people.

Sure enough, at the moment when the flames were everywhere, almost all the villagers seemed to have been brainwashed, staring at the copper tripod with burning eyes, and there was respect and fear in their eyes.

Then, they knelt down almost at the same time and called out in unison with a reverent face: "Mountain God!"

The sonorous and powerful voice spread out mightily, and the hearts of those who listened were fluttering.

Wu Xiu'e raised her face highly, the heat of the flames distorted her countenance, and she raised her arms and chanted aloud runes that they couldn't understand, like a song

Sue.

The fire in Dingli continued to rise, rising several feet, and gradually outlining a figure.

The figure was exactly the same as the statues and paintings that Jiang Futing had seen, his face was slightly old, and he seemed to be a kind old man, but there was an indescribable edge in his eyebrows and eyes.

Jiang Futing thought she was summoning souls, but after waiting for a long time, there was not even a superfluous residual soul projection except for that appearance, and he looked at the person next to him with a strange expression.

Bai Tang would watch the play with relish, so he almost took a bite of melon seeds and fruit plates.

At this moment, the villagers' minds were full of this fire man a few feet high, and he posted it again and whispered: "Don't doubt yourself, it's really nothing." ”

The two of them stood in front of a group of kneeling people, which was already particularly dazzling, and it would be reasonable to turn heads and ears, and the villagers only felt as if their faith had been trampled on the soles of their feet and tarnished.

They all stared at them gloomily, wishing they would be thrown into the fire in the next second.

Under the influence of the two of them, the turmoil in Ning Yuan's heart calmed down a little, but the fire in front of him made him sweat.

The dense sweat on his forehead continued to run down his cheeks and hit his shoulders, and most of his clothes were already wet, and a drop suddenly slipped into the corner of his eye, stinging him to close his eyes simply.

He tried his best to divert his attention, silently recalling his previous life with his sister, and each scene seemed to have a unique charm that filled in the areas where he was uneasy.

Fear gradually began to get a little boring in this precious memory.

The fire man is just a gimmick that Wu Xiu'e uses to scare the villagers, but this alone is enough for ordinary people to be terrified.

She turned her back to everyone, the corners of her mouth hooked into a disdainful smile, and then folded her arms and hugged her chest, and began to pray to the copper tripod: "You are the mountain god we admire!" It's our heaven, our earth. But now, your beloved people have been slaughtered by vicious outsiders, trampled under the trampling of ignorant beasts, and your divine might is being questioned by ants! ”

She raised her head and said firmly, "We earnestly implore you to be the master of your beloved people and wash away your sins!" ”

When she had said this, all the villagers were prostrate on the ground with their heads bowed, their foreheads pressed against the ground, and they pulled out a complete and enthusiastic heart, looking solemn and solemn.

"I implore the mountain god to rule for us! Wash away his sins of innocence! ”

"I implore the mountain god to rule for us! Wash away his sins of innocence! ”

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The sound of a deep and powerful prayer, like a wave in the water, spread out again and again, spreading throughout the mountains and forests.

The leaves on the branches were shaken, the stones on the road were beating like in a pot of oil, and the dust condensed into a strong wind and swept through the square.

Even if he knew that the mountain god was fake, Jiang Futing didn't dare to come out under the influence of the atmosphere.

This is the power of faith, and they are even willing to give their hearts and souls without hesitation.

Even if you pay wrong, you don't hesitate.

He was stunned, and for a moment his heart welled up indescribable

This will know that these people are running for the purpose of letting them die, and they can't help but feel solemn.

Wu Xiu'e's fingertips on her chest moved without a trace, and the firelight suddenly dispersed like dust, and in the next second, different flames turned into birds dancing in the air, and finally slowly spelled out a word.

"Sacrifice!"

The villagers slowly raised their heads at the fluctuations in the air, and even those who were illiterate could recognize the character as a unique symbol.

They looked excited and happy, and then kowtowed three times in a very neat manner.

The fire fell like a heavy rain, and finally disappeared completely into the copper tripod.

After Wu Xiu'e did this, she shook her body pretending to be tired, turned around weakly, and said to the villagers: "The will of the mountain god is obvious, take this murderer as a sacrifice, which of you still has an opinion?" ”

Her voice sounded very empty, but the oppression in her voice was not angry and self-threatening, which made people dare not resist.

Wu Xiu'e's gaze swept around everyone, and finally stopped on the two people who were standing.

The other villagers didn't even dare to have the slightest opinion, and followed her line of sight to look at the tall and thin people in front of her.

I thought that these two people would resist the struggle, but I didn't expect that they were also quietly silent.

As if he was frightened by the mountain god who suddenly appeared just now, he was at a loss for a while, and he was stunned directly.

That's right, let alone people in the city, but any normal person can be frightened when they see this phenomenon, and it is estimated that they are stimulated by such an impact on the three views, and they may not even be able to speak.

(End of chapter)