As the smoke came out of the cracks in the floor, it grew thicker and thicker, and then the floor began to blacken, then broke, and flames erupted.

The saint's eyes widened, "What's going on down there?" ”

Seeing this, a white robe next to him hurriedly said, "Let's go quickly, there's a fire down here!" ”

The white robes and gray robes on the stage ran to the bottom of the high platform, and because the steps were too narrow, some simply jumped down. The saint was dragged down the platform, and when she looked at the statue again, her face changed greatly.

"Idols! The idol is still on it! ”

As soon as she finished speaking, the planks under the idol burned, and soon collapsed because they could not bear the weight of the idol. The idol toppled over, sank, and slammed down on the people.

The people hurried away from it, and watched as the idol fell, stumbling to the edge of the platform, and its head and arms broken.

And as the idol fell, the blood that had been poured into Xuanwu's back also poured out, like a broken embankment, dyed a large piece of red, and flowed all the way to the feet of the people.

Because of the large number of people, everyone avoided it, and many people had blood under their feet.

"It's human blood, isn't it?"

Someone had blood on his feet and rubbed it on a clean place.

"Hey, it doesn't look like human blood."

Some questioned it, and others looked at the blood on the ground.

"yes, it's too thin, like water mixed with paint."

There was a great deal of discussion, and soon it reached the ears of the holy woman, who had been looking at the fire, and when she heard this, she looked down at the blood on the ground, and it seemed to be fake.

The saint realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly asked the white and gray robes around her to find the children.

At this moment, Yan Du led a team of soldiers to escort more than thirty children from behind the high platform, these thirty children had already taken the antidote and came to their senses.

"It's you! It's you who mess with it! The saint roared at Yan Dusk.

Yan Du sneered, "You don't think this king really believes in some witch gods, do you?" ”

"You, you deceived the witch god, you will be punished!"

"Retribution?" Yan Du opened his hand, "Didn't you say that the witch god can summon heavenly thunder, then let him descend and kill this king!" ”

For a long time, for a long time, the people looked at each other, but not a single thunder sounded.

Yan Du shrugged, "So is there really a witch god among the gods in the immortal class?" Or is it just a god made up by your witch god cult to deceive everyone and mislead everyone? ”

Hearing this, the people raised objections one after another.

"After offending the witch god, it really hasn't rained for more than a year."

"Yes, now everyone would rather believe what they have than what they don't."

"The Witch God is our last hope."

The more the people talked, the more angry they became, and they felt that Yan Du should not disturb the sacrifice.

"Look at these children, they are not sick and dead as the witch gods say, but alive. For the sake of the so-called sacrifice, they poisoned the children, made them fake their deaths, and then took their blood on the day of the sacrifice, and it ran out until it was drained. Yan Twilight pointed to the children, "Think about how many children have been killed by the Witch God Cult in the past thirty years!" ”

The people looked at the children, and they were indeed standing there.

"It turns out that the Witch God Cult has always used living people, or children to sacrifice."

"What about my eldest brother's child...... Wasn't they killed? ”

"And my child, three years ago, he inexplicably got seriously ill, and after he lost his breath, he was taken away by the people of the Witch God Sect."

Everyone realized it and began to count the crimes of the Witch God Cult.

With a loud bang, the high platform completely collapsed, leaving only a raging fire.

After the saint was shocked, she pointed at Yan Dui, "If you destroy the statue of the witch god and destroy the sacrifice, the witch god will be furious, and he will definitely be guilty of Panlong City." It will never rain again in Panlong City, everyone will starve to death, and everyone will have to die! ”

The saint pointed at everyone, her eyes showing a look of madness.

"You blaspheme the witch god, this is what will happen to you, it won't rain anymore, from now on, it will never rain in Panlong City again!"

Hearing her words, the faces of the people showed panic.

"If it doesn't rain, the seeds don't germinate, and there will be no grain and no harvest in the coming year, what should we do?"

"This winter is already difficult, everyone is looking forward to next year's beams and warehouses, but if it doesn't rain, where will the harvest come, everyone has no hope."

"We are devout to the witch god, we didn't destroy the sacrificial ceremony, the witch god should punish those people, and we can't be implicated."

Everyone, you and I, have pointed the finger at the king of Zhenbei.

"You are a nobleman, you are not afraid of hunger, so you don't care whether our people live or die."

"Chase him away, and we'll continue the ritual!"

"Yes, it must go on, ask the witch god for forgiveness!"

Everyone wanted to coax Yan Dusk away, and Yan Dusk frowned.

"Continue the sacrifice, do you want to kill these children?"

"Thirty of them can save tens of thousands of people in Panlong City, it's still worth it! Besides, they have gone to serve the witch gods, and it is a blessing for them! ”

"Yes, take their blood, worship the witch god, and ask the witch god not to be angry!"

Seeing that the people came up, Yan Dui hurriedly asked Danqing to take the soldiers to protect the children. At this time, Hongxuan, who was not far from here, was still opening the altar, and with a bang, some people saw it, and soon spread it to ten, ten to hundred, and everyone looked at it.

And at this moment, the rune paper burned out, Hongxuan's sword pointed to the sky, and under his croaking spell, a muffled thunder suddenly exploded.

This thunder, the people were surprised but not surprised, after all, in the past period of time, Panlong City often thundered but did not rain.

Yan Du shouted at everyone: "The one who prayed for rain over there was a well-known Hongxuan Taoist in Shengjing, he was a master of Taoism, because he heard that Panlong City was short of rain and drought, he specially came from Shengjing to ask for rain for everyone." ”

When he said this, everyone didn't believe it, and no one went that way.

"The Taoist chief has been doing this for three days, and today he will be able to ask the rain god for rain, whether you believe it or not, you might as well wait for him to finish the Dharma and see if the rain can come down."

"Angering the witch god and questioning the witch god, if everyone really believes him, they will suffer great calamity. Now there is still a chance to remedy, everyone will help the statue of the witch god together, and then offer the blood of these children to the witch god, so that he will have mercy on everyone. The saint shouted in some anxiety.

"The witch god seems to have a very small heart, just because he didn't eat a child's blood a year ago, he was angry, and it didn't rain for more than a year. Today is even more troublesome, the god's head, arms and body are separated, and the sacrificial altar is burned down, will he forgive? ”

"The witch god is merciful!"

"If there is true mercy, there will be no human sacrifice."

"You ......"

"Shut up." Yan Dui's eyes swept the holy maiden sharply, and then glanced at the sky, "The Taoist has begun to beg for rain, look at this dark cloud, it will rain soon." ”