I saw that the group of people walked to the altar and stopped, and the old foundation sacrifice took a step forward, and suddenly raised the bamboo cane in his hand before everyone reacted, and then said in a clear and loud voice: "Everyone is exempt from the ceremony, before the selection begins, you will worship the ancestors of our barbarian gods with this sacrifice, come and make sacrifices!"

As soon as the old monk finished speaking, dozens of young men silently carried up the nine bulls that had long been tied up and placed on a wooden frame, and at the same time a group of young men and women dressed up in costumes, some of them holding a small drum of animal skin.

"The sacrifice begins—" After the oxen were carried up, a leader leaped out of the group of uncultivated elderly men, shouting in a long voice.

Then they saw the young men and women beating the drums with their hands, singing and dancing merrily, and the dance lasted for half an hour, and then the men and women danced down with excitement on their faces, as if it was a great honor for them to dance here.

"Slaughter the bull and sacrifice the barbarian gods—" the old man shouted again.

The sturdy young man who had been prepared for a long time got the order, and immediately walked quickly to the wooden frame where the ox was tied with a crooked knife, and glanced at each other, and then almost at the same time raised the knife and stabbed the ox in the neck, and the blood suddenly flowed out, and soon a small half of the basin was in the tub under the wooden frame.

When the blood of the ox was finished, the group of elderly men lifted the basin and stood around the altar.

Seeing this, the old foundation building monk stepped forward to stand at the front of the altar with a bamboo cane, raised the bamboo cane, and at the same time used his mana to make the voice echo in the ears of everyone present: "The three Miao big branches of the Jiuli clan sacrifice Kua Liangke, and today I will sacrifice nine sacrifices in front, and I would like to sincerely announce to my barbarian god...... Pray that my barbarian god will bless my Jiuli tribe!!" This is a sacrificial text passed down from generation to generation, and it was recited by the old priest at this time, which was particularly solemn and solemn.

"Pray that my barbarian god will bless my Jiuli tribe!!"

"Pray that my barbarian god will bless my Jiuli tribe!!"

"Pray that my barbarian god will bless my Jiuli tribe!!"

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As Kua Liangke's words fell, both men, women, and children below shouted feverishly, wave after wave, **** wave, and for a while, the sound rumbled and shook the sky, constantly echoing on the hill.

Wan Qingping also followed the general trend without exception, pretending to shout, his face was distorted and crazy, in fact, if someone observed carefully, he could see that his eyes were extremely clear, completely different from the surrounding Jiuli people.

With the shouts of everyone, Wan Qingping's expression moved, because the barbarian god pattern of the human snake body on his current altar seemed to come to life at this time, and it actually glowed slightly red.

It wasn't until they shouted nine times in a row that everyone stopped this fanatical behavior, and at this time, the red light of the barbarian god pattern had gradually dissipated.

Wan Qingping looked at the people with red faces, and then at the barbarian god pattern where the red light disappeared, and muttered secretly in his heart.

The sacrifice was very satisfied with the piety of the mortals, and there was a hint of blush on the wrinkled old face, and then he whispered an order, and the people immediately carried down the nine slaughtered oxen, and took their internal organs and gave them to everyone to eat.

Wan Qingping also got a piece, looked at the bloody hula viscera in his hand, and felt slightly disgusted, but everyone else around him ate with relish, as if this was a great enjoyment.

After the sacrifice to the barbarian gods, the irrelevant people departed, leaving only the children and guardians of the various villages, and Kwaraok began to test the spiritual skills of these children.

On this day, due to the ceremony of worshiping the barbarian gods, a lot of effort was delayed, so until sunset, there were still a lot of villages left to be tested tomorrow, and everyone went back to Jiuzhai first.

Wan Qingping frowned and pondered on the way back, now he wants to get more information, there are two ways to go, the first is to directly grab the old priest and use the soul search talisman, and the second is to catch one of those Qi cultivation period cultivators, the cultivation is as high as possible, if it is the ninth level of Qi training, it will be better, so the more information he knows.

The two paths have their own advantages and disadvantages, for the old sacrifice, Wan Qingping seemed a little hesitant, because at this time he didn't understand how the Gu master here fought at all, and the other party was also the peak cultivator in the early stage of foundation building, if this earth snake wanted to escape, the possibility of catching him was not very large, and the other was that there was only one soul search talisman left in his hand, Wan Qingping was a little reluctant to use such a rare talisman, because there was no place to replenish it when it ran out;

After thinking about it for a long time, Wan Qingping still didn't make up his mind, and the next day he yawned and took the children in the village to the mountain again, and it seemed that he didn't sleep all night yesterday.

When they returned on the second day, there was no doubt that no children were selected in Huamiao Village, and everyone returned disappointed.

A month later, the mute man who returned to Huamiao Village for more than ten days told the old man in the village, saying that he had seen the prosperity of Jiuzhai and wanted to go there to have a long experience.

Several old people in the village were not surprised at all after hearing this, after all, there were some young people in the village who had seen the outside world of flowers and flowers, and they could no longer bear the remoteness and congestion of Huamiao Village, and even these elders had done this when they were young, and two of them also taught some experience of wandering outside when Wan Qingping visited.

In this way, Wan Qingping took all his belongings, returned here after leaving Jiuzhai for a month, and rented a stilted building here to open a small shop pù, selling needles and threads.

Several people in Jiuzhai still remember him, the former guard of Huamiao Village, thinking that Wan Qingping was a young man who was attracted by the prosperity of Jiuzhai, and he was faintly proud that he was a member of Jiuzhai.

Wan Qingping stayed here like a small merchant and peddler for three months, but none of the Gu masters came down from the mountain, which made him depressed.

"Why is it so lively outside?" On this day, in a stilted building, Wan Qingping asked casually while holding a box of iron needles to a chubby woman.

At this time, there were inexplicably more young men and women in costumes in the village, all dressed up in fancy or heroic manners, and from time to time stretched their necks to look outside the gate of the village, as if they were expecting something.

The middle-aged woman said with some envy: "Today is the Gu Master's semi-annual Fasting Day, and they are allowed to go down the mountain for a day, these people are all here with the intention of being favored by the Gu Master!"

Hearing this, Wan Qingping was speechless, but secretly happy in his heart: finally let Lao Tzu seize the opportunity!

Teng Chunmian is a Gu master who practices qi at the eighth level, his qualifications are okay, the qualifications of the six spirit knots, and at the same time, he is also clever, and he is very valued by the old priests, and he is faintly regarded as a henchman.

However, Teng Chunmian is already forty-three years old this year, and he is very anxious about his cultivation when he has only practiced the eighth layer of qi, because if he can't break through the ninth layer of qi cultivation as much as possible, it will be basically hopeless to build a foundation in this life.

Today is the day of fasting, he was irritable, so he decided to go down the mountain for a walk, scatter his heart, after all, there is always a string in his heart, which is not good for cultivation.

Just as he was wandering around Jiuzhai at random, a man with a few shallow pits on his face suddenly jumped up like a monkey and startled him.

Teng Chunmian couldn't help but be angry, and was about to reprimand this bold mortal, but he heard this person come forward and whispered: "Master Gu, Xiaomin has a treasure......

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