Sacred mountain Wolong Valley. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

There was a sea of people next to the nine-story altar in Wolong Valley, and they all knelt reverently on the south side of the altar, and there was a large open space between them and the altar, and a three-story high platform was erected on the open space.

Around the altar and around the platform stood guards in armor and armed with spears.

At this moment, with the rising sun of the rising sun, a figure floated up to the high platform in the center, he held a skull staff, wearing a black cloak, an expressionless dead face, he looked down at the bottom of the high platform, below was a black pressure of the barbarian people, they all knelt on the ground, row after row neat, kneeling in the front row are the barbarian high-level and the distinguished guests who came to watch the ceremony.

The Dragon Moon Barbarian Sacrifice Skeleton Staff slammed it to the ground, and cast a spell in a deep voice: "Clansmen, distinguished guests, I am the Dragon Moon Barbarian Sacrifice, appointed by the Chief of Longkong, to preside over this centennial sacrifice!" The first item of the Centennial Festival: Chief Longtian is invited to the stage! ”

Chief Longtian held the scepter in his hand, stood up, and walked step by step to the high platform in the middle with the scepter, and when he came to the high platform, he stood still and looked back for a moment, and then he turned his head and climbed step by step to the middle high platform.

Seeing the Dragon Heaven Chief coming up, the Dragon Moon Man Priest was busy saluting, and then retreated to the side.

Chief Long Tian turned around and looked down, only to see that the men, women, and children of the Fire Barbarian Clan below were all black, except for the guards guarding Wolong Valley, almost all the clansmen of the entire Fire Barbarian Clan were here.

"Clansmen, distinguished guests: 10,000 years ago, the Fire Barbarians were one of the most powerful tribes under the command of the Barbarian God, our barbarian attack is powerful, the means are like thunderbolts, we fought in the fire, we used to be famous! But now, our barbarians are in decline, and the entire barbarian race can't be compared with 10,000 years ago! I, Long Tianxi, am the chief of the barbarians, although my cultivation is limited, but since I took over as the chief, I have been thinking about strengthening my barbarian clan every day! It can be regarded as a painstaking effort for the barbarians. ”

Chief Longtian said this, raised the scepter in his hand, cast a spell and roared: "Please give us the scepter of the barbarian race ten thousand years ago to testify, the road to the revival of the barbarian is unstoppable!" We must follow in the footsteps of the barbarian gods and the Holy Ancestors. Make yourself stronger, make the barbarians stronger, and contribute your own strength to the revival of the entire barbarians! ”

The barbarians below the high platform knocked on the ground with their heads, punched their chests, and shouted: "Barbarian God! Barbarian God! Barbarians" ......

"Holy Ancestor! Holy Ancestor! Holy Ancestor! ”……

"Chief! Sheik! Sheik! ”……

Chief Long Tian raised his hand and paused, and when the earth-shattering shouts from the audience stopped, he then roared: "Chief Ben announces: The Centennial Festival is the beginning!" Ring the bell for the barbarian gods and holy ancestors! ”

"Knock~Hum~"

"Knock~Hum~"

"Knock~Hum~"

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"Knock~Hum~"

On the nine-story altar of Wolong Valley, there was a distant sound of bells, and the bells rang nine times, and the barbarian centennial sacrifice was the beginning!

After the bell rang nine times, the Dragon Moon Barbarian Sacrifice on the high platform took two steps forward, cast a spell and said loudly: "The second item of the Centennial Sacrifice: Dance for the Barbarian God and the Fire Barbarian Holy Ancestor!" ”

A hundred Fire Barbarians lined up, each of the ten was a small team, and each team walked to a high platform, and in front of each high platform stood ten Fire Barbarian people, half male and half female. Each of them wore a variety of colors on their faces, with the color of red being the main color. They all have bright red feathers on the top of their heads. The man was wearing a slanted armor that favored his right shoulder, exposing his right arm, and was holding a shield and spear. The woman was dressed in a tight-fitting monster skin cloak, with a cloak and a staff.

A hundred barbarian men and women stood still in front of the high platform and danced the barbarian dance. They danced the war dance and took the stage at the same time. At the same time a mournful and heroic song rang out:

"Burn my body, blazing with fire; Swing my heart, sink and sink. Heaven and earth are out of place, and mountains and rivers are separated and do not meet. The moon is faint, and the shadow is faint. Looking back, I don't see anyone coming. Looking back, I don't see anyone who comes......"

The barbarians in the audience also sang along with tears in their eyes.

The song "Barbarian Gods" is accompanied by a simple and vigorous dance, when the morning sun rises in the east, in Wolong Valley, in Shenshan, it is frozen......

After a long time, the war dance on the high platform stopped, and in the aftermath of the sad song of "The Death of the Barbarian God", the fire barbarians who danced the war dance retreated from the high platform......

On the high platform, the Dragon Moon Barbarian Sacrifice took two steps forward, and said loudly: "The third item of the Centennial Sacrifice: Open ~ Sacrifice ~ Altar ~"

"Boom~"

The nine-tiered altar gradually emits light from the bottom up, and each altar emits a different light. Nine-tiered altar, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, black and white, nine-colored light......

The nine-tiered altar was shrouded in dreamy colors, and in the center of the top floor of the nine-tiered altar was a huge stone sculpture of a majestic shore, with a huge stone sculpture of him shirtless, with his hair scattered and his eyes deep and wild. The whole stone statue looks strong, wild, desolate, and eternal sorrow......

The center of the huge stone carving eyebrows suddenly glowed with nine-colored light, and a meteorite in the sky streaked through and disappeared into the sky of Mount Kinabalu......

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Church bell tower, underground altar.

Zhang Yuan and Mary saw that Zhong Ling was seriously injured, they quickly stopped meditating and hurriedly stood up, Sister Mary asked, "Lord Zhong Ling!" Are you okay? ”

Hei Wuchang held the chain in his hand, stared at Zhong Ling and said coldly: "Zhong Ling, you still don't want to be arrested?" ”

Zhong Ling's hair was scattered, she wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her blood-colored eyes glanced at the black impermanence, and then turned her gaze to Ji Feng, who was running towards the center of the altar.

Zhong Ling's expression was full of madness, and she muttered, "Hehe! Surrender willingly? It took thousands of years for the spirit to wake up, and as soon as it woke up, it was about to be captured? Ha ha! Ha ha! ”

Zhong Ling looked up to the sky and laughed, and after a moment, her laughter stopped abruptly, and a series of hurried and difficult spells suddenly came out of her mouth.

Zhong Ling's body suddenly became illusory.

Hei Wuxian was shocked: "Dismantle Dafa!" Zhong Ling, stop quickly! ”

Zhong Ling's illusory body slowly formed an intricate and mysterious rune, and there was a vortex in the center of the rune.

Black Impermanence felt dizzy at one glance at the whirlpool.

Hei Wuchang was shocked: "This ...... What kind of rune is this? ”

Ji Feng rushed towards Chen Xiao and Fang Ziyue in the center of the underground altar, while Sakura Zi rushed towards Zhang Yuan and Mary in the center of the altar with a scimitar in hand.

Sakurako's scimitar glowed with a cold glow, and the scimitar was harvested towards Zhang Yuan and Sister Mary.

Zhang Yuan and Sister Mary were shocked when they saw this, and they hurriedly prayed, and a ray of light covered the two of them.

Ji Feng ran to the center of the altar and came to Chen Xiao and Fang Ziyue. He pressed his left hand on Chen Xiao's shoulder and pushed: "Chen Xiao, wake up!" ”

Ji Feng's right hand pressed on Fang Ziyue's shoulder and pushed: "Fang Ziyue, Fang Ziyue!" ”

Chen Xiao and Fang Ziyue suddenly opened their eyes at the same time, two flashes of light flashed in their eyes, and the two of them grabbed Ji Feng's arm at the same time.

After Zhong Ling's disintegration, the vortex runes that were conjured suddenly enveloped Ji Feng, Chen Xiao, and Fang Ziyue.

A flash of light flashed, and Ji Feng, Chen Xiao, and Fang Ziyue disappeared from the altar......