Seeing this scene, Qinglong and the others could still hold on, while the other sober people who were tied up all retched.

Seeing the reaction of Qinglong and the others, the Wu Clan Priest showed a satisfied smile on his evil face, and his eyes showed that he was bound to win.

He turned away, his back a little unspeakably annoying.

Qinglong and the others stared at his back, eager to dismantle him.

Many brothers have died at the hands of the priests.

If it weren't for the sacrifice of the Wu clan, Qinglong and the others would not have been captured alive, and they would even be tied to this ridiculous ceremony.

……

The sky was getting darker, and there was still an hour before the witch clan's puppet refining ceremony.

And Jiang Zebei, Chen Mengtian, Xu Wenzhan, Xu Wenrui, Zhuque and others are still speeding up their horses, galloping in the loess and flying sand in the Western Regions.

Looking at the secret guard holding a torch in front of him, and supporting Qingyuan who led the way, Jiang Zebei pressed the son in his arms behind him and drove a horse to catch up.

When he came to Qingyuan, he didn't pull down the sackcloth on his face, and shouted at Qingyuan in a low voice and asked, "How long is it to arrive?" ”

Qingyuan turned his head when he heard this, the reins in his hand couldn't help but tighten, and he also roared back: "There will be half an hour!" ”

Jiang Zebei looked up at the sky, there was still some time before the time came, and he could arrive before the Wu Clan's ritual began.

He was relieved, but he still urged the secret guard in front of him: "Speed up!" ”

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

The dark guard waved the whip vigorously, and the horse under the mount accelerated again, and Qingyuan followed the forced forward to lead the way, you must know that he was so tired at this time that he couldn't wait to collapse directly on the ground and fall asleep.

……

"Lord Priest, the hour is near."

In the canyon, there are witch slaves in front of the door where the sacrifice is located.

There was no response from inside, but soon footsteps could be heard from inside.

The unhindered sacrifice soon appeared, and the humble door was opened.

Revealing the scene inside, the witch slave guarding the door glanced inside the house.

I saw the faith of their Wu people, the most holy saint, on the bamboo couch in the sacrificial room at this moment.

Although it was only a glance, the witch slave still saw the embarrassment of the holy maiden in his eyes.

This kind of scene is actually very normal in the eyes of the Wu people, and they have been used to it for so many years.

The priest is now their god, but he is just a holy woman, and if the priest wants it, who will stop him.

Moreover, the Holy Maiden has already conceived an heir, and their Holy Son is still adrift, and the fall of the Holy Maiden will not affect the growing strength of the Wu people.

The Wu priest will be guarding the slave outside the door, and the scene of looking inside the house can be seen.

However, he was in a good mood, with an indescribable hunger on his face, and did not cry out to rebuke the servant's behavior.

He straightened his somewhat wrinkled shirt and walked out of the room to the clearing where the ceremony was taking place.

In this realm, when the time comes, there will be moonlight shining on the bodies of those who have been refined.

"Lord Priest."

"Lord Priest."

The elders in the ceremony hall had been waiting for a long time.

They knew what the sacrifice was doing before they went, and the old man had long been thinking about the saint.

Since the defeat of the Western Regions seven years ago, the sacrifice has finally been granted.

This canyon is so big in total, and everyone present can hear the previous movement.

Thinking of the wandering Holy Son, as well as the main steps of refining the puppet technique mastered by the Sacrifice Lord, the elders also turned a blind eye.

There are some things that don't need to be cared about, let alone an unclean holy woman.