Even you as a person, your tribe, everything about you will be taught by God.

Only, you inhale these intoxicating elixirs.

On this day, a mysterious convoy also drove into the river valley.

It resembles a black ghost that arrives in the middle of the night and is unnoticed.

Night falls.

The full moon is in the sky.

In the river valley, piles of bonfires are lit, as bright as the stars.

On the high platform in the center, a roaring bonfire is lit.

Countless shamans, around the high platform, lit piles of bonfires with their own hands, and then, around the bonfire, began to dance the primitive and mysterious shaman dance.

Each bonfire surrounding the high platform represents the surrender of a Hu tribe to the Black Sky Demon God.

Behind them, countless hungry Hu people looked up at the top of the high platform.

On each floor of the high platform, there are countless corpses that have been stripped of their skin and disemboweled.

This is, a sacred ritual.

On the night of the full moon, the sea of blood is renewed.

This is death, but also new life.

On the high platform, four people wearing crowns and robes began to walk slowly.

These were the four bishops, and with a gentle wave of their hands, countless flames rose from all sides

The shamans still writhed in primitive and mystical dances, but their postures became more and more strange and their expressions became more fanatical.

Suddenly, a shaman fell to his knees, and in the darkness, he seemed to see that the nearby mountains had awakened and turned into a black god and demon.

"Black Sky Demon God"

This seemed to be a signal, and countless Hu people fell to their knees one after another.

"Black Sky Demon God"

The shouts gradually turned into an ocean.

When this shout reached its climax, countless white rays of light shone on the high platform.

It's a firework that blooms.

In the fireworks, the skinless blood-red corpses hanging around the high platform fell like meteors.

The obsessive Hu people became restless and frantically flocked to these blood-red corpses.

The corpse was smeared with an intoxicating elixir

On the ground, gradually falling into a carnival.

A black figure slowly walked up to the high platform and stood in the center.

At this moment, it seems that he is the protagonist.

"Now, we will crown you, and from now on, you will be the fifth archbishop of the Cult of God." One of the black figures with the crowned neon head said.

Around the high platform, the fire was blazing, but on the top of the high platform, a group of warriors in black armor quietly walked up and extinguished all the flames, just like a silent night

Song Nian slowly took the crown, put it on his head, looked up at the full moon, and suddenly said.

"The Sacrifice of the Black Sky Demon God"

"And what is the real sacrifice?"

"The real sacrifice," the Archbishop of the North laughed, "The real sacrifice will not be known until you make more contributions to the Divine Cult." ”

Compared with the hustle and bustle on the ground, it seems much quieter under the high platform.

A few feet below the high platform is a large cellar.

In the cellar, moaning continued.

Not a moan of pain, but a moan of intoxication.

The old man in black looked at the intoxicated person in front of him and nodded slightly, "This sacrifice is very good." ”

In front of him was a large Yongren with eight arms.

The skin is smooth and obviously very well nourished.

At this moment, there are eight arms around him, and the color of each arm is slightly different, as if it comes from different people.

And his face was also intoxicated.

If Song Nian was here, or Su Qi'er, he would definitely be shocked to find that this person was the second young master of the Wang family, and he was also the leader of the beggar gang after Su Qi'er.

He actually appeared here, and he grew eight arms.

"Nice, perfect"

"To have such a perfect result, it is all thanks to the merit of that person. Without her refining such a pure elixir, the effect would not have been so good. Behind him, another man in black smiled.

His voice was hoarse, and he couldn't hear the original voice, but he could always feel a softness from it.

"Yes, I like her too." The old man in black smiled.

"So, let's get going."

Behind him, several god corpses wearing white robes and masks stepped forward, and gently tied the second young master of the Wang family who looked like gods and demons with ropes, for fear of pulling his eight arms off, and then, one of them slowly took out a scalpel and slowly cut it down along the thoracic vertebrae of the second young master of the Wang family

Everything in the chest, presented.

The heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys of the second young master of the Wang family were taken out one by one, placed in a jade plate, and respectfully accepted in front of the old man in black.

Under the candlelight, these hearts, livers, spleens, lungs, and kidneys all show a soft texture, trembling slightly, exuding the breath of life decay.

"The condition of the sacrifice is much better than the last time." The old man in black sighed.

"If you hadn't refused to use a better sacrifice, it would have been in better condition." The man in black behind him said respectfully.

"Chu He, let's keep him first, you guys, don't be too anxious," the old man smiled.

In the flickering candlelight, I could only see his steady figure, but not his face.

There was silence in the cellar for a moment, and then the man in black behind him continued, "Make a sacrifice." ”

One by one, the jade boxes were taken out, and in each jade box, there was a mixture of salt and ice.

The white-clothed divine envoy carefully put the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys into the jade box and covered it.

Looking at these jade boxes, the old man sighed, "I hope that when I use it, the later the better." ”

He looked around, and around the cellar were eight-armed corpses.

Many of the bodies had already been completely desiccated.

The time of the sacrifice carried out by the Black Heaven Demon God Sect here was much earlier than Song Nian knew.

Looking at one of the withered corpses, the old man let out a soft sigh.

"Back then"

In the cellar, there was silence.

"Let's go," the old man in black sighed and turned to leave.

The hustle and bustle on the ground continues.

No one knows the silence of the underground.

When the old man in black walked out of the hidden passage underground, there was a slight muffled sound underground.

This place will be sealed and will not be reopened until the next sacrifice.

The entrance to the cellar, away from the high platform, avoids the frenetic crowds.

No one knows that the real sacrifice is underneath the high platform.

The old man looked at the high platform, on the high platform, the lights were extinguished, and five figures were faintly visible.

"Fifth archbishop," the old man smiled and shook his head, turning to leave.

Like, black ghosts.

On the high platform, Song Nian blinked.

The system's blessed facial features made her seem to see a group of people leaving from a distance.

But when she wanted to see clearly, she couldn't see anything.

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