The Blood Sacrifice Altar in Jumeng Village is the cave where the three lizard statues of the gods of the Willing Spirit are placed.

Originally, on weekdays, the blood sacrifice of the spirit god would only slaughter a captive fool.

Thirteen blood sacrifices at one time have never been done before.

And in line with the principle that those who watch the excitement are not afraid of big things, Zhao Yan used an almost instigating way to let the head of Nali sacrifice escort the thirteen suspects into the cave.

"Erlang, do you really want to let them kill people......? Not really, right?"

In those villagers who fanatically worshiped the god of Weiling, when they were making preparations before the blood sacrifice under the command of Li Saitou, Jiang Xinyue walked up to Zhao Yan and whispered to Zhao Yan.

Jiang Xinyue clearly saw the extreme panic emanating from the depths of their souls of the suspects who were about to be taken to the blood sacrifice, and they ...... Really scared.

"Don't worry about Sister Xinyue, I think it's very good, these people don't deserve your pity. ”

Zhao Yan was indifferent.

"But they, after all, are a living life. ”

Jiang Xinyue still couldn't bear it.

"Sister Xinyue, this is a historical phantom, so even if they behave like living lives, they are still false in the final analysis. ”

The pent-up pressure has been fully released, so Zhao Yan, who is now extremely calm-minded, has every reason to do this cold thing.

Of course, Zhao Yan didn't just want to see the bloody excitement, he was more like the purpose he achieved, which was to try to seduce the hidden evil spirit god by deliberately making a big blood sacrifice ceremony.

Therefore, there is no virtual blood sacrifice in this historical phantom. Is it necessary to use the lives of living people who really exist in the real world? to achieve the same goal?

True life needs to be feared, is it false...... At least here at this moment, Zhao Yan. It's a different story.

In the past few days, the almost crazy slaughter has made Zhao Yan's heart hardened a lot.

Although there are still some conflicts in the world, which bring about discomfort and resistance, haven't we found a way to alleviate it now?

Although, Zhao Yan still doesn't quite understand why Sister Xinyue, who already has a skin-to-skin relationship with him, will be so resolute that she will never marry him.

But if you think deeply, Zhao Yan can also be happy to find it. Just because you don't get married doesn't mean you can't keep a relationship.

Therefore, Zhao Yan is actually in a very good mood now, and even has a kind of "even if it is a god, I will kill you!"

Not to mention, what Zhao Yan needs to face now is not a real god, but just a so-called Wei Ling God.

"Blood Sacrifice, Begin ——!"

In Zhao Yan's secret thoughts, he didn't know where to find a maroon serrated stone knife, and put on a Li sacrifice head with a large number of brocade cocktail feathers and sheep skull hats, and roared in an extremely excited voice.

Under Zhao Yan's gaze. The fierce knife of the head of the Li sacrifice slit the throat of a suspected traitor, and the accomplices of the two Li priests firmly pressed the shoulders of the suspected traitor, so that the blood that spurted from his throat flowed into the altar that was arranged.

The so-called altar. It was an image of a "three-headed lizardmonster with a human face" carved into the ground, and the blood sprayed on it soon merged into lines that could be used as ditches.

After being pressed and sprayed with blood. The suspected traitor, who had been struggling violently, stopped convulsing, but Li Saitou did not let him go. Instead, he used the maroon serrated stone knife to cut along the wound in his neck!

That scene. It's bloody and savage!

Zhao Yan couldn't help but think of the videos of the so-called jihadists who had been brutally beheaded and captured before he crossed over.

How can human beings be so ignorant of their own lives?

If this is God's will, then this God is not believed.

It is no wonder that the Chinese sages will issue a wise appeal to "respect ghosts and gods and stay away", and this philosophy of life has been imperceptibly engraved into the blood of the Chinese people.

Is it because of the big losses in this regard?

In Zhao Yan's thoughts, the head of the suspected traitor was cut off by Li Xian's head, just like a butcher cutting the head of a pig and a dog!

Thick streams of blood spurted out of the severed neck and pooled into the altar ditch on the ground.

This bloody scene caused a commotion among the other suspected traitors, but the commotion turned into a desperate calm that could not be released under the suppression of the guards with a gag that had been prepared for a long time.

Then, a second suspected traitor was taken to the bloodstained altar - to be killed.

The head of the Li sacrifice, who was carrying a bloody butcher's knife, handled the second sacrifice in the same way, then the third and fourth、...... Until the last one!

The cruel and bloody scene made the little maid Xia Hua and Chu Chengyuan beside Zhao Yan already dare not look anymore and lowered their heads to hide behind Zhao Yan and Sun Tianyang.

Zhao Yan, on the other hand, has always paid attention to the changes in the Blood Sacrifice Altar.

The Blood Sacrifice Altar, after absorbing the blood of so many lives, all the ditches have been filled with blood, and the "three-faced lizard statue" on the ground has become vivid, as if it may be covered with blood at any time...... Stand up.

"Oh, at least 720P level of realism. ”

Zhao Yan whispered, he felt that he had probably guessed correctly.

After killing the most suspected traitor, the butcher of the main knife, Li Sai, took the lead in kneeling down by the altar and began to recite some prayers.

Unlike normal speech, the prayers recited by the head of the Li priesthood are very accented, more like they are speaking in some dialect.

Therefore, Zhao Yan couldn't understand it at all.

As the head of Li sacrificed his knees and prayed, the other villagers also knelt on the ground one after another, echoing the voice of the head of Li and chanting the same prayer.

"Who knows what they are talking about?"

Zhao Yan turned his head and asked like everyone.

Everyone shook their heads, but Chu Chengyuan nodded after hesitating.

"They seem to be saying. The gods will rise before the Day of Collapse and establish the kingdom of God on earth with infinite power. To liberate believers from eternal life and punish unbelievers. Cast the unbelievers into the abyss of fire and earth...... and so on. ”

Chu Chengyuan said after listening for a while.

Oh, sure enough, the world is a cult, and if you don't play some tricks on the end of the world, you can't fool the public?

Wait, wait, it seems that a certain cross religion has a similar scary setting?

Well, that crucianism has been whitewashed and is not like those stupid cults. It has long been that the end of the world has not been set on a specific day in a specific year......

In Zhao Yan's thinking, the part of the game system designer's occupational disease flared up again, which made him think a little more.

The blood ritual continued, and almost everyone knelt down on the ground, loudly echoing the head of the main priest, and reciting this prayer for liberation.

A strong sense of community dominates the minds of the villagers, making them recite the name of the god Willing aloud at this moment. I couldn't find anything else to do.

At the scene, only those who had not knelt on the ground were left, and only Zhao Yan was left.

If at this moment, someone suddenly jumps up. Pointing at Zhao Yan and a few people, he shouted, "They are traitors, for the glory of God, kill them!" I'm afraid that the brainwashed villagers will jump up and rush up one after another......

Of course. This didn't happen because all the villagers, including the Li priest. They couldn't take care of Zhao Yan and them anymore, and the only consciousness they had left in their minds was to praise the gods of Wei Ling.

The frenzied atmosphere enveloped the entire cavern, making the pine oil torches inserted in the walls sway without wind.

Then, something strange happened just as Zhao Yan expected-

The spirit blade long knife that Zhao Yan had been holding tightly, like a glow stick under the night, lit up little by little, emitting a silver shimmer!

This is......?

Zhao Yan reacted first, he understood that this obviously meant that the "thing" attached to the Tracer Streamer Demon Technique had appeared!

Almost at the same time as the Spirit Blade Blade Blade glowed, the blood-filled altar of the "Three Human-Faced Lizard Statues" bubbled like water about to boil!

And a piercing sound, similar to the metal cracking of the microphone, also appeared.

Many villagers, because they couldn't bear the strange ultrasonic sound, covered their ears and twitched and fell to the ground, only the strongest few villagers could still maintain their kneeling posture.

And Zhao Yan and the others were almost unaffected, because at the same time as the strange sound appeared, the silver light of the spirit blade long knife he held was once again flourishing!

On the long knife of the spirit blade, the eight-character inscription is the brightest, so that all those who pay attention to it can see them clearly - "cut the void and break the secluded", "a hundred ghosts are easy".

Could it be that the mighty spirit god who has been making waves is not actually a demon clan, but a ghost or something?

"God has appeared! God has appeared, God has appeared, !! spirit"

Kneeling at the front, Li Sai's head was sickly red, his voice had been damaged by the previous loud chanting, making his roar extremely hoarse, but the fanaticism in his words was overflowing.

"O my lowly servants, who are you—calling out to this God?"

A gloomy voice that went straight to the heart suddenly sounded.

No matter the others, when Zhao Yan heard this gloomy voice, his first reaction was to clench the spirit blade long knife in his hand, and he would swing the knife at any time to pounce on him.

"Steady Erlang and watch it. ”

At this moment, a warm hand gently pressed on Zhao Yan's arm, which made him nervous and quickly regained his composure.

Yes, didn't I make up this situation just to see and see the true face of this Mighty God?

Do it now, really...... It's not time yet.

Zhao Yan turned his head sideways and gave Jiang Xinyue a grateful look, and then he took a slight half step back, hiding himself in the shadows between the torches.

"God is above, humble and kind faith Li Shiguang is below......"

Zhao Yan saw that the head of the Nali sacrifice was calling the name of the god with great devotion. (To be continued......)