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In a certain space of the endless starry sky, on a vast and boundless altar, strangely dressed priests silently recited long and obscure sacrifices, above the altar, in addition to the priests, there were nine people, one in the middle, eight people outside, occupying an important position in the eight desolations of a realm, under the altar, there were 63 people around, continuing outward, above the wider flat ground, densely packed, innumerable.

They are dressed in all kinds of clothes, very different, but at this moment, without exception, they are all praying and praying sincerely, just like believers.

The sky was dark and oppressive, the wind and clouds were surging, the waves were undulating, and the endless oppression and heaviness swept the entire space.

The people present did not dare to gasp, could not breathe!

As the priest died, the sky became darker and darker, as if he was venting his dissatisfied anger.

The wind gradually rose, getting louder and louder, and the clothes were rustling, and there was a tendency to fall to the ground in response to the wind. But even so, everyone present was still unmoved, and continued to read the sacrifice silently until the moment of the end.

In such oppressive and bad weather, the lengthy and obscure ritual finally ended, and at that moment, the black clouds rolled, changed invisibly, rumbled, and a coercion from heaven and earth slapped towards the altar, irresistible. All 9 people on the altar fell to the ground, and only the priest stood proudly.

Everyone below them raised their heads one after another, showing hope, but only the bloody shaman who greeted them was miserable.

At that moment, they knew, failed.

The shaman finally couldn't hold it anymore and fell straight to the ground, and the other nine people quickly gathered around him and helped the shaman up, with a heavy expression, almost desperate.

"The black clouds are treacherous, the punishment and thunder do not go, the heaven and the earth are repulsed, and the smoke disappears. The priest who was lifted up said these four words fluently as if he had returned to the light, full of pathos.

"High priest ......" The people on the altar shouted in unison when they noticed his strange appearance.

The priest waved his hand and said, "My clan is diligent and diligent, does not disturb the order of heaven and earth, does not violate heaven and numerology, and is bent on survival, but cannot live in peace."

The upper part is oppressed and there is no way, the lower is rejected by heaven and earth, the old people are ungrateful, and the neighbors are bloodthirsty and profitless. Burdened with thousands of catastrophes, the bones have not been cold.

Heaven is unfair and cannot be tolerated in the world, so the only way to fight it to the end!"

The high priest's voice was loud, and he used unknown secret techniques, so that it spread to the hundreds of millions of people present, who were shocked at first, and then boiled, and under the leadership of the nine people on the altar, they shouted in unison: Heaven is unfair, fight to the end!

Hundreds of millions of people shouted in unison, resounding throughout the world, the sky was discolored, and the heart was not extinguished!

After chanting for an unknown number of times, the high priest raised his hand and signaled, hundreds of millions of shouts, and the order was forbidden.

"High Priest!" the nine people on the altar said sadly, they knew best the current state of the shaman, the soul element was gone, and there was no trace!

This is the price of the "dust washing" of the ancient forbidden technique. But the traces are exchanged for a faint blessing.

The High Priest exhausted everything and left his last wish for the people of his clan.

"Soul Clan, I'll leave it to you. After the high priest said this sentence with relief, the smoke vanished, and there was nothing left.

"I, on behalf of all the soul clans, make an oath here: the Heavenly Tribulation will not be destroyed, and the struggle will not stop! I would rather self-destruct than disturb the Mandate of Heaven!"

The 63 people in the background and the hundreds of millions of people around them shouted: "The catastrophe will not be destroyed, and the struggle will not stop! I would rather fall by myself than be disturbed by the destiny of heaven! But in order to survive, we will not be chaotic!"

"The catastrophe will not be destroyed, and the struggle will not stop! I would rather fall by myself than be disturbed by the destiny of heaven! But in order to survive, I will not be chaotic!"

......

Over and over again, without stopping for a moment, high and loud, as if to shout out all the grievances of thousands of years...... The old dream goes with the wind, and the war spirit sings for a long time.

At this moment, the soul clan reversed. No one wants to fight, but fighting, it is death, and if you don't fight, you are also dead. Where does the choice come from?

......

More than 300 years later, in the orange-red hall, the serious words of two middle-aged men came:

"The 10 people 16 years ago have not been heard from so far, how to deal with them?"

"Send another batch, you want to see people in life, and you want to get news in death. We have no way back, we can only move forward. ”