To the north of the dynasty, there were boundless steppes, deserts, and neighbors.

In a lush grassland, a square altar more than ten zhang long and wide stands tall.

The inside of the altar was hollowed out and built in the shape of a pool.

On the steps of the altar, countless black figures went up and down like ants. The men were each cloaked in animal skins, both male and female, with a rough and wild nature.

Judging from their appearance, they should be the Hu people from the north.

Each of these Hu men walked to the altar, picked up a bone dagger, and forcefully cut the hole in his wrist, allowing the blood in his body to flow into the pool.

He waited until his face was pale and his body was shaky, and then he staggered down the altar.

Although a lot of blood was blessed, everyone's face had a look of fanaticism, as if they were doing something sacred.

At this moment, seven or eight feet of blood had accumulated in the pool, and under the cover of the heavy night, there was an indescribable darkness and evil.

A middle-aged man with messy hair, a black robe, and a leather drum in his hand watched all this calmly.

Hallucinogenic spices burned all around, and the pungent aroma mixed with the smell of blood made people even more disgusting.

In the middle of the night, the already unclear weather became even more gloomy.

In the south, it's hot.

But in the northern steppes, the temperature drops dramatically at this hour. Many people beside the altar were blown by the cold wind because of excessive blood loss, and they could no longer hold on.

"Wake up! Soon Mahakala will come and we will have abundant fields and food that we will never be able to eat. "In the crowd of black oppression, many people hugged the heads of their fallen loved ones, sobbing and praying quietly.

They did not dare to make too much noise, for fear of causing displeasure to the gods.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a dull drum sounded, causing everyone's hearts to skip a beat.

The fingers of the middle-aged man in the black robe tapped on the leather drum again, and the rhythmic sound continued to echo in the grassland.

"Blow the horn!"

Suddenly, around the altar, a tall samurai blew his horns, and a low whimpering sound rang out.

"Crackle." The burning spices suddenly rose to a higher flame, and the strange fragrance spread to the surroundings along with the sound of drums and trumpets.

Many people felt weak, but at this time, they didn't know where the energy came from, and a strange flush appeared on their faces.

The black-robed middle-aged man recited a ritual that others could not understand, his voice was muffled, and his body was drowned in the billowing smoke from the burning spices, making his whole person look like a ghost and unapproachable.

He stood on a high platform and danced in a primitive way.

The blood in the pool of blood seemed to be heated, and it rolled directly.

"Respect the ancestors and worship the ancestors, and the ancestors feast on them."

Suddenly, in the originally mixed voice of the middle-aged man, a sentence appeared in a formal southern official dialect.

And almost at the same time, a bottomless cave under the Netherworld Yellow Spring Sea flew out of a boundless cloud of black smoke, and the black smoke spread rapidly.

Just in the blink of an eye, a large area of yellow spring was dyed ink.

As the black smoke flew away, it continued to shrink and condense, and in a blink of an eye, it turned into a giant god several feet tall and dark-skinned.

His figure flickered, and six arms stretched out behind his back, holding hideous skeletons and leg bones in his hands, revealing the taste of primitiveness and savagery.

It's just that the giant god seems to have been hungry for a long time, his dry skin clinging to his torso, and the bones in his body can be clearly seen.

"Choke."

He was just about to rush out of the Yellow Spring Sea, when suddenly countless chains appeared out of thin air, wrapping around his torso and limbs.

The chain was densely covered with golden lines, and when the light flickered, it sank downward, dragging the giant god to the bottom of the sea once more.

"Bloody Hell! Don't shoot yet! ”

The black giant god's body couldn't help sinking, his heart suddenly became impatient, and he roared loudly, and on the sea of Huangquan, a man wearing a red robe, a crown on his head, and a forehead appeared.

The robe on his body was like a sea of blood, spreading out all over the sky, almost connecting with the endless sea of yellow springs.

If Qiu Ping was here, of course he knew that this person was the Blood Prison Yama who was killed by Judge Cui that day.

Hearing the giant god call his name, Bloody Hell Yama's face showed a hint of uncertainty, but he still reached out and punched out a seal, and the golden lines on the chain quickly faded, and then he froze as if he had lost his spirituality.

"Bang!"

The black giant god laughed, and his body exploded into black smoke, slipping straight through the cracks in the chains, before transforming into a human form again.

"Yang Shi is already holding a blood ceremony, and if you have a full meal, you will be able to recover fifty percent of your strength. When the door of the ghost is opened on July 15, you will find an opportunity to rush into the world. There is no end to blood and food in the world, and you will definitely be able to recover all your strength by then. ”

"Hmph, I can only help you get here, and if I meet again later, it will be when I kill the evil god." The Blood Hell Yama looked coldly at the Black Giant God, and after throwing out a paragraph, he disappeared here.

"Ahh

"It's really fucking a bitch and a son and a memorial arch, now let Lao Tzu be a shit-stirring stick, and then kill Lao Tzu afterwards to make meritorious contributions, it's really calculating. However, since you let me out, it's so easy to kill me again. ”

"If it weren't for the Mingling King's action two hundred years ago, how would I have been caught by you?"

There was a hint of disdain on the black giant's face, even though he knew that someone must be watching him secretly at this moment, he was not afraid at all.

They are the ones they use to do the dirty work, and they have to endure it even if they are unhappy until their tasks are completed.

"But...... I haven't eaten for two hundred years, and I'm about to starve to death! ”

The giant god looked up at the sky, his throat rolling a few times, his belly roaring like a drum. His gaze seemed to see the pool of blood and the pious faith of countless people through endless time and space.

He was originally a heroic king on the grassland, and after his death, he was set up to be sacrificed, and by chance he became a god.

As his tribe grew, so did the belief in him, and so did his power.

The grassland was always accompanied by strife and killing, and he feasted on blood and food, and his life was simply more leisurely than that of the gods of the heavenly realm.

Until two hundred years ago, a person named King Mingling came to the door and said that blood food is forbidden in the world, and even regions outside Wanghua are not allowed to enjoy blood rituals.

Where did he suffer such idleness, and after scolding a few words, he fought with the king of Mingling.

But after only a few moves, he was knocked off the altar, and then he was slapped into the Huangquan Sea, and he was sealed forever.

"Hurry up and sacrifice, I can't wait!"

He looked greedily at everything in the distant sunworld, and his eyes almost spewed fire.

"Whoa."

On the altar of the yang world, the leader of the priest directly tore off the black robe on his body, revealing a rugged and thin body. With a look of reverence in his eyes, he walked step by step towards the pool of blood.

He is a descendant of the ancient Hero King and a worshipper of that Mahakala deity.

With the sealing of Mahagala, their power in the steppe quickly withered, and now only a few thousand people remain.

After two hundred years of lingering, they finally got the news of the gods again, so they held a grand blood festival to call for the arrival of the gods.

Now, he wants to use his own blood as a link and offer all these blood foods to Mahakala.

"Come on."

The giant god on the Yellow Spring Sea was almost trembling with excitement, and he stretched out his hand forward, as if he could touch the blood food containing the essence of flesh and blood as soon as he stretched out his hand.

The naked priest slowly closed his eyes, and through the connection of the bloodlines, he seemed to sense the resurgence of Mahakala, the great heroic king watching him, watching his unworthy descendant.

"Respect the ancestors and worship the ancestors, and the ancestors feast on them!"

A roar erupted from his mouth again, and he was about to pour into the pool of blood.

He will use his own blood to open up the connection between himself and his ancestors, and offer a grand blood food!

"Plop!"

In the darkness, there was a crisp splash of water in the pool of blood.

Well? The sound of splashing?

A trace of doubt suddenly flashed in the sacrificial fanatical head, and the body that was about to jump into the pool of blood also paused.

Haven't you jumped yet? Where does the splash come from?

"What the hell is this? Why does it stink so much! A childish, angry voice came from the pool of blood, followed by a retching sound.

"How did you get to this messy place again, I'm grass, and there's a pervert who doesn't wear clothes."

In the pool of blood, a black shadow flew out violently and struck directly on the body of the sacrificer.

Pity that the sacrificial body was really weak, and the power that was drawn out was really too great, and his whole person flew out sideways and smashed under the altar, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

The black light quickly fled, and flew into a small river in the distance.

And the rich essence rising from the pool of blood disappeared into the void in an instant, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The fresh blood in the pool, as if it had been spent countless years, dried up at the bottom of the pool, revealing an uneven bottom.

"Gross."

A small loach kept retching in the water, and the damn himself was just sleeping at home, which crossed inexplicably, and he didn't know a notice.

There was really enough disgusting in that place just now, but he breathed with his gills, and he didn't know how much he choked on in his stomach.

And as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw an uncle with closed eyes and no clothes coming over with a hint of "prodigal" smile, which is simply too perverted!

After the little loach vomited for a long time, it felt a lot better.

His divine thoughts spread around, and he could sense the breath of many mortals, and there was a high probability that he should still be in the human world. As for the direction, I don't know.

"With so many people and the Blood Pool Altar, there won't be any improper gatherings."

As a god in the new era, Qiu Ping is very sensitive to the blood worship of wild gods and evil gods, and the current scene is very much like an evil god sacrifice.

Qiu Ping quietly took out the little green dragon holster from the scale space and got into it with a "swoop".

In a short time, a real dragon emerged from the water. When it lifts off, it naturally gathers water vapor around it, and clouds and mist evaporate between breaths.

Except for being a little smaller, it's even more real than a real dragon.

Through this kind of thing, you must put on a vest and go out.

The little loach dissipated the strange on its body, restrained its breath, and tiptoed closer to the altar.

Although the little loach has a strong sense of justice, he is still clear about how many catties and taels he has. The devil knows how strong the evil gods sacrificed by these people are, and he will not go up to find death until he finds out the details.

At this moment, the black giant god on the Yellow Spring Sea seemed to have been choked by the neck, and the excited expression on his face stopped abruptly, and then his expression became extremely hideous.

Just a little bit!

He had sensed it, and he was almost able to enjoy the blood food himself.

But now, the duck that is almost in hand has flew.

This feeling of falling short made him so uncomfortable that he almost went crazy.

"Who is it! Who spoiled my good deeds! In that faint sense, he seemed to see a long strip of creature, but he didn't capture what it looked like.

"I curse you! I'm going to curse you to hell forever! The black giant god kept roaring from his mouth, but no matter how angry he was, it would be useless.

Of course, the little loach in the sun didn't know that he had ruined a terrible being, and he was crouching behind everyone at the moment, looking in the direction of the altar.

He wanted to see what kind of group of people dared to play blood rituals in the world, so he was not afraid of being found by King Mingling.

Oh yes, King Mingling is refining the world in the Abi Hell, and he shouldn't be at home at the moment, no wonder so many cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods have run out.

"Sacrifice...... The sacrifice failed......"

The priest who had been pulled by the tail of the little loach was lifted up, and although he looked miserable, with blood spilling from his mouth and nose and multiple fractures on his body, he miraculously did not die.

But his mind seemed to be a little deranged, his face was crying and laughing, and his mouth was babbling.

His voice reached the ears of everyone, many people had already lost too much blood, and had stayed in the cold wind for so long, and now when they heard the bad news, one could no longer support it, and fell to the ground with a shaking.

For this sacrifice, almost all the clansmen contributed a lot of blood, but did not receive a response from the gods.

This is a fatal blow to all.

"You promised me that the sacrifice would be successful!" Blood was spitting from the sacrificial's mouth, and his eyes were fixed on the crowd.

Qiu Ping was shocked in his heart, and quickly followed the sacrificial gaze.

There were indeed two black-robed people in the crowd, but if it wasn't for Qiu Ping's own eyes, in his senses, there would be nothingness.

At the moment when Qiu Ping looked towards the black-robed man, suddenly, one of the black-robed people seemed to sense something and quickly looked towards Qiu Ping's position.

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