The scene in front of him made Fang Xing secretly stumble: "Could it be that these people are sacrificing to me?" ”

Fang Xing has read books and gone to school, so he naturally knows what the so-called 'obscene wild temple' is.

Near this altar hundreds of men danced naked, and those who slaughtered their animals were the sacrificers. Thousands of people who kneel on the ground to worship should be believers; In the distance, among the nearly ten thousand tabernacles, all of them can be counted as converts. Fang Xing immediately remembered that when the Vulture Ancestor had tempted him in his Lingtai state of mind, he had mentioned the show-off words of 'The Lord of the Koxin Grassland, there are millions of people under his command'.

Right now, these barbarians with their hair and hair and blood are not as powerful as the vulture ancestor boasted at that time, but tens of thousands of people, tens of millions of thoughts, the mountain shouted, "Vulture, my lord!" This majesty is a little more prominent than when the Great Zhou Emperor went to court, right? This vulture ancestor's earth emperor is really good, but it is also in response to his self-satisfied words - 'accumulate virtue and do good deeds I spirit vulture' - now, all this in Fang Xing's eyes is not the blessing left by that great good man?

These believing men and women are diligent in incense, even if Fang Xing only came here with thoughts, he can also perceive the amazing power contained in it. The Eagle Ancestor had a hard life, and with a single thought, he turned around, and all his previous efforts were wasted, and all his life's hard work was wasted, and Fang Xing was cheapened. This made Fang Xing reap the fruits at the same time, he was also a little secretly vigilant - the praying mantis catches the cicada, the yellow finch is behind, the vulture ancestor died due to carelessness, and at this moment, he can't also underestimate the Xuanming Divine Light!

In addition to being vigilant in his heart, Fang Xing's eyes turned to the altar, among the tiger talismans. The white-fronted tiger transformed by the "Innate Tiger Fu Zhenwen Sutra" is full of spirit and energy, and under the continuous animal sacrifice, the body shape is becoming more and more condensed. But the appearance of the Xuanming Divine Light made him frown, and a lot of the blood soul power that poured into the Tiger Talisman was absorbed by the Xuanming Divine Light.

Fang Xing looked carefully and found that in that gurgling water, nearly eight of them became his income, and two percent remained in the Tiger Talisman to be eaten by the "Innate Tiger Fu True Scripture" and the Xuanming Divine Light. Right now, these two spiritual creatures that were previously under the command of the Eagle Ancestor are already their own masters, and they are fighting for each other without humility, competing for the rest of the fountain of power.

"The Innate Tiger Fu True Scripture" is a dignified Qi refining method on the four grades, and the [Middle Three Grades] recipe should be its male. Cultivating its method can enable people to reach the sixth heaven of qi refining, penetrate the [Three Days of Channeling Spirits], and knock on the door of [Three Days of Immortality]. However, compared to the Xuanming Divine Light that was originally an innate spiritual creature and was later cultivated by the Vulture Ancestor for a hundred years, it was greatly inferior. Right now, it has lost many times in the competition, causing the Xuanying Divine Light to gradually grow bigger, and the state of suppression is already in jeopardy.

"Sure enough, I almost careless!" Fang Xing would not allow the Xuan Shen Light to do evil again! Immediately, he allocated two copies from his eight copies to support the "Innate Tiger Fu True Scripture". With Fang Xing's strong help, that fierce tiger law minister once again firmly suppressed the Xuanming Divine Light, and even the blood soul power of the Xuanming Divine Light was taken away by it.

Seeing this scene, Fang Xing's eyebrows were still frowning, he had already noticed that there were fewer and fewer livestock to be slaughtered, and the power he could gain from the sacrifice was also getting less and less. If it goes on like this, when the animal sacrifice stops, it will be difficult to imagine suppressing the Xuanshen Divine Light like now.

At this time, under the altar, the arguments of several people attracted Fang Xing's attention, although he did not move his words at all, but with the help of the sacrificial incense, Fang Xing understood the words of these people a little.

I only heard a rough male voice with a thunderous voice in his words: "High priest! The ancestral spirit has been lit up all night, and the ancestor must have encountered something big! Now that the livestock is about to be slaughtered, the Beihu tribe closest to us still has a five-day journey to run on horseback, and there is no blood sacrifice, how can the ancestor explain? My tribe has given all the surplus livestock, and if I do, my warriors will starve to death in the spring! High Priest, you still don't ......"

Before the man's roar could speak, he was immediately interrupted, "Wei Tuxuan! What kind of trick are you playing, don't I know? The Beihu tribe is also the people of the ancestors, you don't want to fight their ideas! ”

When Wei Tu, who was reprimanded, heard this, he roared even more violently in return: "Ebony Tai! If there is no more blood sacrifice, the Ancestor will be angry! The Beihu tribe occupies the fattest meadows, with the largest herds of horses and sheep, but they have not dedicated themselves to their ancestors for a year! ”

After hearing that what they were arguing about was the issue of animal sacrifices related to his relatives, Fang Xing was very interested, and with a thought in his heart, he easily found them. There were three of them, and they were standing not far from the slaughterhouse of the altar. The Wei Tu Yu who is talking now is the guy with a sturdy figure and a meaty face. After scolding the thin Umutai, he turned to an old man in front of him and said in a loud and respectful voice; "High Priest, as long as you agree to let the warriors of my tribe go to the Beihu tribe to take enough sheep and horses, then I will now order that all the slaves in the ten thousand tents be sacrificed to the ancestral spirits!"

Ebony Tai, who was holding a white bone staff, was about to speak, when the high priest in front of the two of them, who had been silent, finally spoke. The old man, known as the High Priest, had a white feather stuck in his head and looked disgraced, but as soon as he signaled, Wei Tu Hao and Wu Mu Tai, who were arguing, did not dare to say anything more. After the two of them were silent, the high priest asked softly without looking back, "Wei Tuxuan, are there really 10,000 tents?" ”

Wei Tuyu promised: "The slaves in the 10,000 tents, whether male or female, will be taken out to offer ancestral spirits!" ”

After saying this, even Umutai, who had been fighting against him all the time, was taken aback and didn't dare to refute him anymore. The tribe of Wei Tu Hao has been fighting endlessly in the past few years, and has the most and best slaves; The men were the finest craftsmen and herdsmen of the steppe; The women were the most beautiful slave girls on the steppe; 10,000 tabernacles, each containing more than one such pair of male and female slaves. At this moment, Wei Tuyu opened his mouth to 20,000 slaves, no wonder Wu Mutai was speechless. However, hearing such a generous gesture, the high priest was still grim and refused to say yes.

At this time, someone ran and rolled over, and said in fear, "There are only the last hundred sheep left......

Seeing that the high priest was still silent, Wei Tuyu immediately made a decision and ordered him to go down. In just a few moments, two samurai in stinking leather armor dragged a woman and ran quickly. This woman was dressed in silk clothes that were rare on the grassland, and her face was tender like a Jiangnan woman who had never been blown by the dry wind on the grassland. Right now, she was ruthlessly dragged to the ground by two warriors, her white and tender paws, weakly trampling, and the solid soil grinded out conspicuous blood marks.

When the woman was dragged in front of Yu Tuhao, her clothes had been torn, and her white body was exposed, which was a kind of whiteness that made people trance, even though Yu Tuxu had seen it countless times, he still couldn't help but be deeply attracted by that beauty.

With a "bang", Yu Tuyu pulled out the sharp blade on his waist and rested on the woman's collarbone, which had been played with by him countless times, making him have no aftertaste.

At this time, the bundle of hair on the woman's head was also broken, and the black hair spread out like a lotus, smoother and softer than any silk. She tilted her head like this, tears in her eyes, and looked at Wei Tuxuan, pitiful.

Yu Tuxuan was unmoved, and waved his sword ruthlessly, and suddenly warm blood splashed out, spewing out a blood-colored flower on the loess wall. Several drops of hot blood flowed from Wei Tuxuan's hair to his face, and he didn't wipe it, but just waved his blade into the air and shouted, "High priest! I slaughter the tribe and I will sacrifice all the slaves in the 10,000 tabernacles! Whether it is the best craftsman or the most beautiful woman, they will be dedicated to the ancestral spirit! Whoever dares to hide it will crack him with five horses! ”

The woman was still convulsing, blood was flowing all over the ground, and Wei Tuyu finally waited for the high priest's approval.

"Dedicating oneself to the ancestors is the glory of the Beihu tribe! You can do it, but you have to sacrifice 10,000 stallions, 15,000 mares, 25,000 sheep, and at least 20,000 slaves before the sun goes down ten times! ”

"Okay!"

Yu Tu smiled happily and agreed happily. Then he looked again at the woman reclining in front of him—the most beautiful slave girl he had ever been, and the woman he loved the most. Usually even drinking water is served by servants, but now, she has been killed by his own hands and turned into a female corpse that is no longer beautiful.

Taking a big stride, Wei Tuxuan left here without any nostalgia. The smell of blood had faded in his nostrils, and after walking for a while, he suddenly turned back and looked up to see the high altar, and at the edge of his vision were countless slaves who were crying and howling or frightened and numb, slaughtered one by one, like the cattle that had preceded them.

Fang Xing looked at this person, he heard this man named Wei Tu Xuan, and prayed to him in his heart: "Ancestor, if you can help me achieve great things, I will slaughter all the beauties in the world, so what's the matter?" ”

Seeing Wei Tu Hao leave, Fang Xing was silent for a long time. The corpse of the former beauty was cold and stiff at this moment, mixed with countless corpses belonging to ugly, lowly, human, or livestock, piled up into a mountain of corpses.

There, a vigorous force like a warm spring is coming from afar. Ensuingly, there were bursts of heart-rending shouts, which reached the ears.

- "Vulture my lord, save me......"

- "Vulture my lord, I beg you to ......"

- "Vulture My Lord ......"

At this moment, as far as Fang Xing's eyes could see, there was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and blood flowed like a river, and he suddenly had a feeling of wanting to vomit.