"It's just some powerful cultivators, and they're embarrassed to be called gods?"

Yang Dong did not hide the disdain in his heart at all, and continued to ask:

"Let me ask you, these gods in your mouth may be immortal?"

"This ......"

A hint of hesitation flashed in the eyes of the altar master, but after a moment, he still bowed slightly:

"It is true that these gods have not been able to live forever. Although their lifespan can last for hundreds of years, even for cultivators, the lifespan is fixed. Unless...... He can continue to push the boundaries of the realm. But how hard it is! ”

"I can't even live forever, what face is there to be called an immortal?"

Yang Dong pursed his lips disdainfully and continued to speak:

"The master of the altar, it's not me talking about you, but you used to be a congenital master, and now you actually worship other gods. If you want to say that this god is only powerful enough, but to put it bluntly, isn't he just a cultivator of the innate realm! ”

"Don't you feel embarrassed when you worship this kind of god?"

When the altar master heard this, his originally calm breathing couldn't help but stagnate. His eyes widened, and he stared at Yang Dong fiercely:

"What's so embarrassing about that? The great god of Rasho ......"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw the idol of the god in the shrine, and he suddenly emerged from the shrine. He rose into the air, and an extremely strong blood color burst out from his body!

In the crimson blood, there was a strong coercion.

At this moment, whether it was Yang Dong or the altar master, his face changed.

"It's not good, God Rasheng is angry!"

The altar master exclaimed in surprise, and subconsciously glared at Yang Dong fiercely.

That look seemed to say again, if it weren't for your nonsense, why would the Great God of Rasheng be angry?

Yang Dong shrugged helplessly, putting on an innocent posture.

The master doesn't know that you, the great god of Rasheng, have such a small temperament.

Can't even embrace all rivers, and he's embarrassed to call himself a god?

He thought so, but his eyes were firmly fixed on the idol. After all, it is a statue of a master of the innate realm, so it still has to be paid attention to.

He is still useful to the altar owner, so I think he should be able to protect himself, right?

Yang Dong thought so, but he was already waiting for it in his heart.

On the other side, the owner of the altar was numb at the moment.

He was originally an old teacher who was a good teacher, so he just wanted to blow water for Yang Dong.

But I didn't expect this kid to offend Luo Sheng in a few words.

Look at the posture of the great god Rasheng, that is to kill people!

But now that the festival has not yet begun, killing Yang Dong will reduce the luck he can harvest by half.

In this way, will you not lose blood?

Thinking of this, the owner of the altar had no choice but to bite the bullet and say:

"Don't be angry, Lord Rasheng is just an ant, you don't have to come in person."

"Junior?"

Among the statues, a cold snort sounded. It was just a cold snort, but it set off a gust of wind, blowing the scene of the grand ceremony to a stagger.

Seeing this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching slightly.

With his own hard work, this Rasheng god is not distressed at all.

He coughed lightly and continued to speak respectfully:

"Lord Rasheng, the grand ceremony is about to begin, why are you angry at this moment?"

"Don't worry, after the grand ceremony, I will give all the luck of this kid, how about you wait a while?"

When the idol heard this, he fell into a brief silence.

A moment later, the entire idol actually returned to the shrine from mid-air.

At the same time, a dull thunderous voice resounded throughout the cavern.

"Today's ceremony, I want half of my luck."

Hearing this, the corners of the altar master's mouth twitched fiercely.

He glared at Yang Dong angrily, if it weren't for this son's nonsense, how could he give half of his luck to the Great God of Luo Sheng?

But at this point, he was helpless.

After all, even if he entered the innate realm today, he was only entering the innate realm for the first time. Compared with a long-famous innate master like Luo Sheng, the gap is not a little bit of a star.

So this time I can only suffer a dumb loss.

Thinking of this, the owner of the altar only felt a pain in his heart. And the initiator of all this is Yang Dong, who is standing not far away and eating melons.

He glared at Yang Dong fiercely, only to feel that the kid in front of him was a poor student who didn't learn or know how to do it.

What he did was just playing the piano to the cow.

The master of the altar no longer has the interest of being a good teacher, he looked at the hourglass beside him, and said coldly:

"The auspicious time has arrived, and the festival has begun!"

As soon as these words came out, whether it was Yang Dong or Wan Yanyue, their hearts couldn't help but tighten.

After all, the beginning of the festival means that they are about to be sacrificed.

Wan Yanyue had tears in her eyes, stared at Yang Dong with a resentful expression, and said lightly with her red lips:

"Why don't you run away!"

"Do you want to die with me if you stay here?"

When Yang Dong heard this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching slightly. He looked at Yan Yue with great interest, and stared at the other party a little embarrassed, so he didn't hurry and said:

"Little princess, you're thinking too much, aren't you? I'm going to die with you, who are you? ”

"Okay, let's rest, maybe we still have a chance to live."

"You're a man...... Hum! ”

Wan Yanyue glared at Yang Dong fiercely, only to feel that this person was so hateful when he spoke. He immediately turned his head, not wanting to pay attention to this guy.

But she felt aggrieved in her heart, after all, it was now a matter of life and death, and Yang Dong still didn't reveal her heart to herself.

Could it be that this princess doesn't even have the slightest attraction for this guy?

Thinking of this, Wan Yanyue burst into tears, crying a heartbreak.

On the other side, the master of the altar looked at Yang Dong and the others with great interest.

At this time, these two can still have contradictions, it's really ...... Rare!

……

In the caves,

With the order of the altar owner, the grand ceremony officially began.

There were followacies who took up torches and threw them into the braziers. The next moment, a raging fire began to burn in the middle of the pond filled with oil.

The orange flames reflected the madness on the faces of the cultists.

These sect members, as if they had fallen into some kind of special situation at this moment, invariably opened their teeth and danced in unison, dancing a strange dance in front of the fire pool.

The altar master watched everything, and the corners of his mouth slightly hooked up a touch of arc.

He glanced not far away, and the next moment, the dull sound of drums sounded in everyone's ears.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

The drums are calm and powerful, and under the effect of the drums, the dances of the cultists gradually tend to be unified.

Yang Dong looked at all this with interest, his eyes shining slightly.

I didn't expect that before the start of this cult festival, there was an opening dance?