At night, under the silence, Chen Ming quietly looked around, watching the luck above everyone's heads continue to entangle, his body did not move, but his soul had detached, silently looking up at the earth above the sky, silently understanding. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Looking at the earth from top to bottom, I saw that above the vast earth, one after another luck and calamity emerged. There was a thick blood light in the middle, surrounded by thick karma, and around it, the light of faith gradually condensed into a divine domain, faintly repelling it.

At that time, the night was dark, and everyone gradually went home and rested for themselves.

And so it went after a few more days, and one morning, the sacrifice began.

Chen Ming stepped forward and looked around.

This is an open area in the tribe, and it seems to be a perennial sacrifice, with altars, flags, and other things.

The altar is made of black clay, and I don't know how it was used, but it looks quite large, but it is a little rough. But the flag looked a little broken, and the black-red flag was filled with a bloody atmosphere, and ordinary people would even feel dizzy if they looked at it for a long time.

Chen Ming looked up and saw a thick resentment shrouded in the flag, so thick that ordinary people would be shocked by it unconsciously just by watching, and their hearts would be taken away by it.

Time passed, and as the tribesmen gradually arrived, the sacrifice was about to begin.

Judging from Chen Ming's understanding as a god, the fundamental purpose of this sacrifice is actually nothing more than the clansmen contributing blood and food sacrifices to the ancestral spirits in order to seek protection.

However, this is too straightforward, and over a long period of time, in order to whitewash the sacredness and rationality of this sacrifice, the sacrifices of the past dynasties have gradually come up with a large set of messy rituals.

I saw that as an elder announced the start of the sacrifice, a large group of warriors stepped forward and waved weapons such as stone axes and spears in their hands, creating a special iron-blooded atmosphere, and then several old men stepped forward and danced a strange dance.

According to the legend of this tribe, the ancestral spirit of this tribe was the most courageous warrior of the tribe at that time, so before the sacrifice was to wave a weapon to demonstrate it as a sign of respect.

Not to mention, after doing this set of rituals, it really looks like that, and everyone around them can't help but look at the altar with a dignified face and some seriousness when they see this.

Seeing this, Chen Ming was thoughtful.

Of course, the gods and the worshippers themselves are very important for the sacrifice, but the ritual and sacrifice words at the time of the sacrifice are also essential to create a good atmosphere for the sacrifice and make the believers worship more devoutly.

However, he has not been out of trouble for a short time, and he has not yet formed a well-structured church, so it is too late to fiddle with these things for the time being.

On the field, as the dance ended, it was already noon, and at this time, an old man in a black sacrificial robe stepped forward.

When he saw this person, Chen Ming's eyes lit up, and then his eyes looked carefully. The sacrifice is the person who is closest to the ancestral spirit in a tribe, and through this person, one will be able to obtain part of the reality of the ancestral spirit.

The high priest looks very old, but Chen Ming currently knows that this person's actual age is only in his early forties, and the reason why he is aging like an old man is not only because of the difficult living conditions in this world and the fact that he is easy to age, but also has a lot to do with his sacrifice to the ancestral spirit.

The ancestral spirits of this tribe enjoy blood sacrifices every year and have deep karma. And as its sacrifice, it is natural that there is also a strong resentment and karma on its body, and it gradually decays its body.

To some extent, this is also a form of retribution.

Chen Ming looked around, and Klim, who gradually showed hatred in his eyes, and some other people thought so.

Sure enough, above his head, a pale red aura shrouded faintly, but it was very loose, but it was connected to another deep blood red in the dark. Outside of its luck, the rich ink-like karma and resentment are tightly enveloped outside, but it is blocked by the luck and cannot go deeper.

The pale red luck shows that this person actually has the power of the entire tribe, but this kind of rule is very loose and weak, and there are other people to contain one side, so it is so loose. And that piece of blood red is the luck of this tribe's totem. As a vassal of the ancestral spirit, and the righteousness obtained by relying on the sacrifice of the ancestral spirit to grasp the power of the tribe, his luck has long been connected and interdependent.

"However, looking at this luck, it seems that the leader of this tribe is probably in danger. ”

Seeing luck, Chen Ming thought.

This tribe has a hereditary leader, and under normal circumstances, the sacrifice of this tribe is at most a pure white with a reddish pattern, and the luck is even inferior compared to the luck of the leader's lineage. At this time, it seems that the overall luck has turned red, and the other luck is tightly pressed under it.

The formation of such a pattern is inevitably the formation of the leader's lineage being comprehensively suppressed, and the leader himself being captured and killed may be formed.

He looked up at the high platform.

At this time, the high priest was on the side, chanting some incantations that ordinary people could not hear, and then after a series of tedious rituals, the sacrifice was announced.

Seeing this, the people in the audience suddenly cheered. However, under this cheer, there was a kind of antipathy in the hearts of many people, and a few people with grudges looked at the high priest with some hatred in their eyes.

This is mostly Chen Ming's followers. It is said that after the people of this tribe believe in Chen Ming, the line of faith is established, and they can sense the thick resentment and deep terror on the altar.

Thinking of the slaves and clansmen who died under this altar in the past, coupled with the conflict of beliefs, it is natural that he begins to dislike it instinctively.

Chen Ming sat at the bottom of the stage and looked at a guard on the stage who was originally guarding the altar, got up and pressed a slave to step forward.

And the high priest watched a slave step forward with a hint of coldness in the corner of his eyes. In the desperate and hateful look in the slave's eyes, his expression was always serious, and he picked up a long dagger in his hand and slammed it into his heart with speed and accuracy.

"Hmm!"

The slave twitched violently, and his hands and feet, which had been bound by straw ropes, moved, and he was not dead for a while, and his eyes looked at the high priest with dead eyes, and the resentment and fear in them were clearly visible.

Then at this time, several guards around stepped forward, seeing that it was still struggling, he smiled, a trace of cruelty and tyranny flashed in his eyes, and at the same time smashed the stone axe in his hand hard.

In a short time, several stone axes were stained red with blood. On the ground, the man had long since died, and all that was left on the field was a blur of flesh and blood.

Seeing this, in the audience, Klim's palms were clenched tightly, and the slightest disgust mixed with the memory of hatred before echoed in his heart, making him want to rush forward to fight.

However, in his body, a trace of clear divine power was running faintly, which calmed down his heart. Sensing the power contained in his body at this time, he couldn't help but pray urgently in his heart: "Oh my god, quickly order me to come forward and put an end to this decay that has lasted for hundreds of years." ”

Around, seeing this tragic scene, many people are also disgusted in their hearts. Although because of the harsh environment, the people of this world are more tolerant of this kind of scene, it does not mean that these people are born to kill, and there are naturally people who kill and brutal, but most people are still disgusted when they see this scene.

After all, these are not real primitive barbarians, but a rudimentary form of civilization that has already been preliminarily conceived and matured.

However, because it had been the case in previous years, they didn't feel anything, they just frowned.

On the high platform, when this was done, the high priest opened a partition below the altar and directed the guards to throw the bloody corpse down.

As the partition opened, Chen Ming's brows suddenly furrowed, and he saw that under the altar, a series of karma displays that were several times richer than before, located at the bottom of the altar. At the same time, the blood essence on the corpse was draining at a very fast rate, as if it had been sucked by something.

He immediately understood that the true body of the ancestral spirit of this tribe must be here.