When it was at its strongest, it was destroyed, leaving behind endless nostalgia, regret, humiliation, and the monstrous blood feud for future generations.

At this time, the sacrificial ritual had already begun in the village—

In the sacrificial ground, twelve stacks of firewood were lit around a four-story platform made of huge soul sacrifice wood, and the clansmen sat around the ground, clasping the clansmen beside them with their hands.

The twelve cowhide drums rang out, and the old grandmother wore a green cow mask on her face and danced the "Enlightenment Dance".

Twelve teacups are thick and thin, and the incense of about five meters long is ignited, and the scene is full of smoke, and the rough and ancient tone is sung from the mouths of the tribesmen, which is the blessing of the witch god, and calls for the soul of the young sacrifice sleeping in the blood of the tribe to revive the spirit, and the atmosphere instantly becomes mysterious and solemn.

"Let's go, I'm afraid this process will take three days...... We still have our things. ”

Wu Peng led Xingtian down the sword cliff, returned to the flat land where he usually practiced martial arts, chose a stone and sat down, paused with a wooden staff, and said loudly: "Okay, let me first check if you have made any progress recently." Come, put up the simple altar......"

When Xing Tian heard this, he immediately squatted down in a regular manner, piled up a square with loess, took out black and white witch crystals, and placed them according to the rules-

North: One white dot is inside, six black dots are outside, indicating the Xuanwu astrological signs, and the five lines are water;

East: Three white dots on the inside and eight black dots on the outside, indicating the green dragon astrological sign, five elements of wood;

South: Two black dots on the inside, seven white dots on the outside, indicating the Vermilion Bird astrology, five elements of fire;

West: Four black dots on the inside, nine white dots on the outside, indicating the white tiger astrology, five elements of gold;

Central: Five white dots on the inside, ten black dots on the outside, indicating the image of the beetle, and the five lines of earth.

After the altar was set up, Xingtian cut his palm with a stone knife, dripping blood in the center of the altar, and at the same time reciting prayers silently in his mouth......

Because of the thinning of essence and blood, Xingtian cut himself three times in a row this time, and the blood flowed all over the ground, and there was a soft "buzz" above the altar, and a slight light appeared.

The light of the altar indicates that there is a connection between the altar and the witch god, that is, with the witch god, and the sacrifice is required!

"Master, what should I do next?" Xing Tian turned his head, but saw that Wu Peng on the side had fallen asleep, and suddenly became angry, and shouted: "Master-father-"

Wu Peng didn't respond with a "Wukong" or anything, but he made a noise and fell to the ground.

"Old age, old age......"

Wu Peng hurriedly got up from the ground, sniffed his nose, and asked, "With such a big smell of blood, how much blood did you kid release?"

Xingtian's face turned a little pale, and he said unhappily: "If you have more, you will die." The altar is lit, what should I do?"

"Simple, take out the sacrificial vessel I gave you, let's make sacrifices!"

While talking, he groped for a narrow black wooden box in his arms, walked over with a smile, and said, "Apprentice, this time the master is in the Black Kui Forest, but he caught a good thing......

After speaking, he opened the wooden box and took out a small snake with a whole body of amethyst shining and the thickness of chopsticks. When I got closer, the little purple snake actually had a dragon head, but it had no claws and no horns, and it still had a snake's forked tongue in its mouth.

The little purple snake was pinched by Wu Peng's two fingers and coiled on his fingers, looking extremely delicate and cute.

"This thing is the sacrifice this time?" Xing Tian was a little unbearable, and said, "It's too cruel to kill such a small thing, right?"

"You know what a fart!" Wu Peng scolded: "Although this amethyst is not poisonous, it is a seventh-level desolate beast, good at avoiding water and fire, and invincible in twisting, your rock cow leader is only a fourth-level, even a hundred are not its opponents!"

"Seventh level, how come the desolate beasts are also divided into levels?"

"But when you take it, press it on the altar and cut off your head with an axe...... Remember, don't let go. ”

"Got it. Xingtian secretly said, he has a huge strength, such a small snake, what is there to worry about.

Gently pinching the seven inches of the amethyst fly, as soon as Wu Peng let go of his hand, before Xingtian could react, a powerful force came from his fingers, and the snake's body twisted violently, Xingtian almost broke his arm, and heard a crackling sound from the bones in his ears.

The cold sweat on Xingtian's head came out of the ground.

"Hey, don't let go!"

As soon as Wu Peng's words fell, the amethyst snake tail flicked, and it smashed on the back of Xingtian's hand with a snap, and a sharp pain came, and the sour numbness spread all over his arm, and he immediately couldn't pinch the snake body in his hand, and flew out directly.

"Damn it!"

As soon as Xing Tian gritted his teeth, his body suddenly leaned out, and his other hand grabbed it in the air, and he grabbed the tail of the amethyst fly with one hand!

But just when he was about to cheer, the speed visible to the naked eye, the amethyst fly was flying in mid-air, gradually getting bigger, the original chopstick-thick body became the thickness of a bucket in the blink of an eye, Xing Tian couldn't hold it anymore, seeing the other party break free, the body rolled on the ground, turned around, and it was already a huge wild beast with six people hugging each other, and the length was afraid that there were hundreds of meters!

Roar!

Bowing its head and roaring at Xingtian and Wu Peng, the amethyst beard fluttered, extremely beautiful, but its eyes were flashing, revealing extreme viciousness and ferocity, but when it looked at Wu Peng, there was a trace of fear.

"Damn!" Xingtian's scalp tingled, thinking that this should be the true body of the Amethyst Fly.

Wu Peng scratched his scalp and complained: "Alas, it's really tiring to accept a stupid person as an apprentice!"

Xing Tian scolded angrily: "You don't come, I think you did it on purpose." I don't need your help, I'll do it myself!-"

Stretching out his hand to grab it, a giant axe appeared in the air, Xing Tian suddenly rushed forward, and chopped towards the amethyst with a round axe......

The evil wind swept away, and the huge force of ten thousand catties brought the momentum of Xingtian to the sky.

Merely......

The difference in strength is not something that can be bridged by momentum.

The amethyst showed a trace of disdain in the corners of his eyes, but with a flick of his big tail, he snapped and flew out of the Xingtian Lianren with an axe.

With a bang, it was directly embedded in the stone wall.

Wu Peng snorted twice in his mouth and said with a smile: "Boy, don't be arrogant, you are still far away!"

Phew-

The huge snake's mouth opened and devoured Wu Peng!

"Be careful!"

Xing Tian thought that Wu Peng's eyes were difficult to see, so he reminded him.

But seeing Wu Peng sneering, he suddenly rose into the air, jumped to the top of the amethyst head, the tattoo on his arm lit up, passed to the wooden staff in his hand, and then slammed down, boom!

With a loud bang, the huge snake's head was smashed into the ground!

Amethyst screamed, her body flung over, and suddenly entangled Wu Peng, and at the same time, her body suddenly tightened......

Wu Peng snorted coldly, pinched the snake's body with one hand, and in the screams of the amethyst fly, the body loosened, and Wu Peng stepped forward and grabbed the seven inches of the amethyst fly again.

The struggle was chaotic, but the amethyst was inevitably the thickness of chopsticks again, and it was honestly coiled on Wu Peng's fingers.

"How's it going? Do you still think this little thing is cute this time?"

Wu Peng pulled Xingtian off the stone wall and asked jokingly.

Xing Tian hurriedly shook his head, this thing is not something he can play with.

It is rumored that the ancient ancestors Wu Qiangliang, Bei Harvest, Zhu Rong, and those who play snakes and dragons are indeed worthy of being descendants of Pangu.

This time, Wu Peng helped him hold down the shrunken amethyst fly, and said solemnly: "When you're ready, let's start......"

"Preparation?" Xing Tian felt a little nervous at this time, because he didn't know what to prepare.

Seemingly knowing the doubts in Xingtian's heart, Wu Peng couldn't help but smile and said, "Actually, there is nothing to prepare for, and I don't have any experience to pass on to you." Because even if it is the same sacrifice, different people will get different results if they go to the sacrifice, so you just have to remember to keep respecting the witch god. As for the rest...... It's all up to your luck. ”

Xing Tian nodded, clenched the giant axe in his hand, aimed at the amethyst head, and slashed it down with an axe!

The head of the snake snapped off at the sound, and the blood sprayed on the altar.

Wu Peng let go of his left hand that suppressed the snake's body, crossed his hands in front of his chest, bowed his head slightly in front of the altar, and reverently and intently chanted the ancient and mysterious syllables.

As the syllables of the ancient charm were spit out, pale golden divine inscriptions began to fall from the void sky, and golden rain began to fall. Bursts of desolate and mysterious aura poured out of the void and gradually spread. Gradually, the sky darkened, and finally it completely lost the meaning of color and turned into complete nothingness.

The body of the amethyst flew back to its original size again, but it was bound by the golden text on the altar and could not escape.

The sound of the Buddha's heart beating sounded, thump, thump, from the improvised altar, and from the endless void, from the temple of the witch god in the night sky.

In the end, the whole person was shaken, and the beating sound not only came from the heart, but also from the blood in his body. His veins were surging, but they were not fierce and ferocious, but permeated with the desire and pursuit of the power of the origin of life.

Wu Peng's voice suddenly became high-pitched, like a giant in the clouds, like thunder and rumbling.

At the end of the syllable, he used the wooden staff in his hand to point the altar, and the earthen platform soaked in essence and blood suddenly shot out a dazzling golden light, forming a light curtain, directly enveloping Xingtian.

Even Wu Peng, one of the ten witches of Lingshan, was pushed out of the scope of the light curtain, and only Xingtian was left inside, and it was difficult to see or hear any sound and all the scenes inside.

At this time, in front of his eyes, a magnificent and tall palace appeared, surrounded by an endless void, and the stars were shining, as if they were within reach.

Passing through a thirty-meter temple gate, in the center of the field of vision, is the ruins of a temple that has collapsed and half of Tai.

The remaining stone pillars still need to be looked up, half of the rock wall, the momentum is still magnificent, from them, Xingtian makes up for the former prosperity and glory of the temple out of thin air.