Hearing the words in the dark night, it took a long time to react, and he was inexplicably a little sad in his heart, the black dragon group that raised him since he was a child has been using him, and injected him with the original intestine animal genes, making him a half-human, half-beast monster.

He spent the first half of his life struggling to get out of the fate of being controlled, but until now he has not succeeded.

It wasn't until a few days ago that he finally made up his mind to kill a group of killers who were watching him for the sake of that mysterious staff and golden crystal.

Along the way, he cut through thorns and thorns, killed many strange beasts, and then ate the black dragon meat and the black dragon gull, and had three bloodlines in his body, such as the dragon bloodline, the protosagular bloodline and the human bloodline.

However, what the dark night never expected was that although the dragon bloodline and the protosagularoid bloodline brought him great strength, it also affected his own life.

"Don't be sad, little one, although you are now in the state of half-human and half-beast, if it weren't for the fact that you have dragon blood, you wouldn't be able to live until now."

"And the reason why we let you live until now is because you have enough use value, we need you to help us complete a thing, of course you have no right to refuse" Cairns saw the gloomy look of the night, pursed his lips, and said calmly.

Hearing this, he held his hands tightly, he was very angry in his heart, but he could only grit his teeth and endure it, because his strength was not too strong.

"Cairns Priest, since you've said so, what else can I say?" The night said gloomily.

Seeing this, Cairndis coughed twice, and said unhurriedly: "Hehe, I didn't let you go to death, this matter is a great benefit to you, once you succeed, you will be the son of God of our tribe." ”

The night soothed his mood a little, and a person like Cairns would not lie to him under normal circumstances.

After seeing that there was basically no resistance to the night, Cairns discussed with the other dozen or so people on the stage, and while discussing, among the dozen people, some people's eyes also fell on the night from time to time.

When the opinions of everyone on the stage were unified, Cairnds seemed to be connected as a whole through his whispering and the strange power generated by the staff in his hand, forming a magnificent and surging power, like a huge spiritual force field, invisibly scattered and filled the void.

This power was controlled by the staff in his hand, and after Cairndes made a gesture of touching the gods, the whole body of the night began to bulge uncontrollably and rapidly, and the lifting pushed into the air, like a pair of giant hands stretched out from the ground, lifting the night up.

Driven by this spiritual energy, the body of the night turned into lightning and quickly disappeared in place, moving quickly towards the depths of the sacrificial hall.

"How, will he succeed?" Seeing that the night was gone, the white-eyed old man asked.

The old man had white eyebrows, a slightly crooked nose, and at first glance it looked like an eagle's hook, and a pair of pale golden eyes flashed with a cold light.

This person's voice was a little hoarse, as if two pieces of metal were rubbing, but it sounded inexplicably terrifying.

This old man is the patriarch of the cannibal ancient tribe.

"I already have some thoughts about the situation of calling the Great Lord, don't worry, I am sure that I will never miss a big thing." Cainders said.

"That's good." The white-eyed old man said.

"Everything I have here is ready, and now all I have to do is the sacrifice of blood. The fifteen-year time limit you gave has expired, how did the sacrifice go? Caindeus asked, in a twisted tone.

When the white-eyed old man heard this, his eyes sank and he didn't speak.

"Time is running out, what now?" Keynders asked with an ugly look on his face.

"Don't worry, if you really want to make a sacrifice on that day, there will be enough." The white-eyebrow old man said with a slightly cold gaze.

"Well, I believe in you, everything is for my great lord......" Caindes also sighed and said coldly.

And the night was thrown at the mouth of the deep cave.

The entrance of the cave seemed large enough to walk down in the dark, but when I got to the entrance of the cave, I hesitated in the night. I don't know if it's psychological reasons, or something else, but there is a cold breath coming from the entrance of the cave, which makes the night very uncomfortable.

He hesitated, but finally reason prevailed over fear. The eyes began to radiate coldness again, supporting the bold, starving the timid, and now he must grasp everything that can make him strong.

He finally mustered up the courage and headed underground. The steps under the ground were steep, but not dark, and after walking down a dozen meters, he found a row of huge oil lamps lit inside. I don't know what kind of oil can burn for so long. Look at the ashes that have accumulated on the ground, which are already several inches thick, it should have been thousands of years.

The oil lamp appears dim, flickering and flickering, as if the oil lamp has a breath. As the night cautiously walked forward, he found himself going deeper and deeper, as if he were about to go underground.

The space is getting bigger and bigger, and the cold breath seems to be getting stronger and stronger. After walking for nearly half an hour, the night finally came to a huge hall.

He seemed to have reached the top, for there was no road ahead, and two rows of huge oil lamps were lit in the hall around him. But the whole hall was very dim, and a cold aura like substance permeated the hall.

The night found something like an altar in front of it, and it was from here that the breath came from.

The altar is black and purple in color, and is carved with mysterious patterns, like ghost drawings. These symbols are not fixed, they move from time to time, and after looking at them several times in the dark, I realize that I am not dazzled. I don't know what kind of material this altar is made of, and it exudes a faint cold light.

From time to time, a few drops of blood dripped from the roof of the basement hall. In the dark night, he couldn't help but look towards the top of the hall, and he couldn't help but be startled.

Above his head was a huge monster head, but he was relieved of it in the dark. Because this head seems to be a statue.

The head of this monster, full of hideousness, canine teeth interlaced, lifelike, at first glance, just like the real thing. And the blood that flowed out of the mouth of the monster in that bloody night, like a fountain, flowed for thousands of years, in the bottomless pool of blood on the ground.

The dark night couldn't help but think of the blood-stained sand road when he came yesterday, and then compared it with the scene in front of him, he came to a surprising conclusion in his heart, could it be that the blood on the sand road would eventually flow here, he was shocked, this ...... What exactly is this for?

The dark night turned his head sharply, pinched everything together, and finally thought of one word:

"Blood Sacrifice!"

Is this a blood sacrifice?

He looked at the altar again, but this time the way he looked changed, and there was a slight fear in his eyes.

If he had only looked at the altar with curiosity and caution before, now he had seen it with awe. It represents not only itself, but also the king of the demon gods behind it.

If the night was only half-convinced about whether there were gods and demons before, then now he has indeed believed it. Whoever experiences the strange things that have happened in the past few days will choose to believe it.

Of course, it doesn't mean that Black Night has begun to believe in gods and demons now, he is just in awe of the strong and afraid of the strength of gods. When he himself has not yet reached the strength of gods and demons, this awe will always exist.

He looked at this altar, he didn't know what to do, if he was allowed to withdraw now, he would definitely be a little unwilling. He couldn't help but be curious, and he slowly released his spiritual power, like that altar.

The night found that the altar seemed to be a black hole in the void, and although the altar was close in front of him, it could not be detected in any way.

It was like a netherworld abyss inside. At this time, a cold aura appeared instantly, and it quickly wrapped around Chen Nan's spiritual power like lightning, and followed the spiritual power towards the night. By the time the night reacts, it's too late. This breath quickly invaded Chen Nan's brain, and rushed like a soul in the night.

Suddenly, he felt that his eyes were blood-red, his heart was full of anger, and then he felt a sharp pain in his head in the dark night, and a large messy memory flashed quickly in his mind, and the last picture of the memory was a few fragments that he couldn't see clearly, bringing him endless darkness.

It seemed that it was a long time before the night woke up from the illusion of memory, and there was a deep confusion in his eyes. There seems to be a majestic voice calling in my head all the time, "Who are you?" ”

The night feels that his memories are very messy, and from time to time the memories of the night pop up, and from time to time the memories of other people pop up. The voice in his head kept whispering in his ear, "Who are you......"

The night was so annoying that he suddenly felt very irritable, and the memories in his brain kept rolling, like a pot of porridge.

The voice in his head asked over and over again, as if he would not give up without asking, "Who are you?" ”

The night suddenly seemed to understand something, and shouted loudly, "I am the night!" ”

The memories of the night quickly took over, and the eyes of the night began to regain clarity, and the original crazy look suddenly disappeared.

The night sat calmly on the ground. He didn't stand up, but closed his eyes again and sorted out the cluttered memories that had left in his mind.

The memories are vast and messy. I took a cursory look at it in the night. I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and it was only now that I realized how lucky I was.

This is the remnant soul of a former high priest, because in the ancient war, was defeated to the death, leaving only a trace of the remnant soul to escape to this altar to survive, as the years passed, the believers became fewer and fewer, and the consciousness began to blur, turned to disappear, and left some instincts.

If it weren't for the fact that he could still absorb a little blood sacrifice, it would have disappeared a long time ago.

When he discovered the spiritual power of the night, he instinctively wanted to occupy the body of the night, but the soul without consciousness was like a cloud of ownerless memory banks, and it couldn't be occupied at all. In the end, it was cheaper to get the night.