Although Ji Lan is naughty, it also adds a bit of fun to the long and boring journey of the wilderness, especially when she hears her eldest brother talk about Ji Wenming's smart nature and extraordinary strength, so she deliberately asks Ji Wenming about the joy of cultivating far away, which makes the teenagers have a lot more good feelings for Ji Wenming, and feel that this young patriarch is not as withdrawn as rumored, and has an approachable demeanor.

A few hours later, around the mountain barriers, everyone saw a plain densely packed with tens of thousands of people, Ji Kui pointed to a hill in the middle of the plain, and said: "That is the wasteland of my Xiahou clan!"

She stood on tiptoe, stood on her hunchback, and asked curiously, "Where are these people doing?"

He sneered, "That hill is the altar, these slaves are sacrifices plundered by the clan's repeated wars, the clan elders have been preparing for a few days, and now the blood pool under the altar should also be filled! ”

As the camel beast gradually approached, Ji Wenming found that under the hill-like altar was surrounded by a deep pool hundreds of zhang square, at this moment, the deep pool was filled with bright red blood, and countless black-faced and toothy human heads were piled up around the deep pool, and on the other side were piled up the corpses that had lost their heads.

The smell of blood filled the air, and countless clan warriors wielded their spears and escorted alien slaves to the edge of the pool of blood, kneeling on a wooden platform, before being beheaded and bled by a special executioner.

Those slaves were thin and numb, and their expressions were numb, as if they had already known what they were going to do, and they couldn't even struggle, but they were escorted to the altar by Mu Ne, slaughtering pigs and sheep and being killed to death.

Xi Lan was frightened and said in a low voice: "We are all human races, why do you want to brutally kill these slaves?"

Ji Kui raised his head and said angrily: "Although these Sanmiao tribes have human blood, they actually disobeyed the orders of the human emperor and colluded with the demon clan to occupy our territory, so under the leadership of Kunbo, the warriors of our clan fought for several years, and finally defeated this tribe of 10,000 people.

When they reached three miles away, Ji Kui stopped the camel beast, arranged for everyone to jump off the camel one by one, pointed to the hill-like altar and said, "You guys go up and wait first!

Ji Lan opened her mouth and said, "Big brother, what about you, won't you go up with us?"

Ji Kui smiled and said: "I have other affairs, these nine hundred and ninety-nine slaves have been martyred, I want to lead my subordinates to slaughter the innate demon beasts and dedicate them to the ancestral spirit, you don't have to worry about me!"

So she led the young people to climb the hill step by step, although it looked inconspicuous on the plain, but when it came closer, she found that this small dirt mountain was also fifty zhang high, hundreds of zhang square, it should be specially built by the tribesmen with loess.

There are granite paved steps around the altar made of dirt hills, which are convenient for people to go up and down, and there is a deep drainage channel on each side of the steps.

When they climbed up to the altar, they found that there had already been people here, all dressed in robes, with their hair hanging down their shoulders, not like tribal warriors, but in the dress of ordinary witch priests.

The Great Witch Priest was standing in the center of the altar, and on an offering table in front of him was a huge incense burner, and several arm-thick sandalwood trees were slowly burning, and the green smoke was above the clouds.

Dressed in a black cloth robe with a solemn expression*, he led dozens of witch priests there to summon ancestral spirits and recite prayers.

Ji Wenming stood on the altar, so that he had the opportunity to see the panorama of the plain.

I saw that there was a sub-altar around the pyramid-like altar, a total of four places, each gathered dozens of executioners to kill prisoners of war and slaves, and let their blood flow into the deep pool under the altar, watching the blood in the deep pool gradually rise, I don't know how deep it has accumulated,

After killing the slaves, under the command of the witch sacrifice, there were countless demon beasts dragged by the tribal warriors on the Quartet Altar, cut off their heads, and let the blood flow like a small river, and poured into the deep pool of blood, these demon beasts are mostly cows and horses, there is no shortage of lions, tigers, leopards and bears, and few birds, but the lowest is also the innate five-layer realm, which has been killed for several hours, and the blood of hundreds of demon beasts flows into the blood pool, and the blood pool gradually overflows,

The sun was high and gradually came to the sky, and the witch priest also sensed that the hour had come, and he suddenly turned around and shouted, "Sacrifice to the Lord!"

Countless clan warriors wearing tortoiseshells dragged a huge demon beast to the bottom of the altar, the monster looked like a boar, dozens of feet long, without half a hair on its body, a huge head, two fan-like ears, on both sides of its mouth, there was a huge tooth like a spear, one zhang long, obliquely inserted out, extremely sharp, there were blood stains on the long teeth, obviously once slaughtered living beings.

The most peculiar thing is that this monster has a nose more than two feet long on its face, like an arm, constantly waving, trying to drive away the humans around it who are bound by rope spears to drive it.

Ji Wenming said curiously: "What kind of monster is this? It's so huge!"

Ji Lan also stared at the monster with wide eyes, and replied, "I heard the eldest brother say that this is the Zhen Clan Divine Beast of the Three Miao Clan, named Elephant!"

The giant elephant was escorted to the edge of the pool of blood, and it was not known how long it had been starved, and it seemed to be too weak to confront the dozens of tribal warriors who had bound it, and with a sharp spear in his hand, he trotted for dozens of steps, and stabbed into the elephant's neck with a pop, and the monster let out a painful hiss, and the blood gushed out like a river, flowing into the pool of blood along the blood trough on the altar.

The giant elephant struggled for a moment, and finally knelt on the altar with its knees, its hissing gradually became hoarse, its eyes dimmed, and finally died, and he exchanged it for a sharp machete, came to its side, and cut off its head little by little, starting from the wound that had dried up the blood, and then the five warriors picked it up and placed it on a huge stone slab behind him, and carried it to the altar.

A huge elephant's head was placed on the altar, the main priest was completed, the priests gathered on the second altar, and the young men such as Xi Wenming stood on the third altar to observe.

There was only one person left on the altar, and he waved a wooden staff and jumped endlessly, muttering to himself: "Descendants ......of the Xia Queen, the blood sacrifice is completed, the ancestors are blessed, and the soul returns!"

As the priests chanted the prayers, the witch priests on the second altar below also began to wave their hands and dance around the altar in an exaggerated manner, and the voices of dozens of people converged into one, and then Xi Wenming and the others knelt on the altar under the guidance of the clan elders.

Behind them, the countless warriors of the Xiahou clan all knelt on the ground under the altar, expecting the gods and ancestors to enjoy the sacrifice and bless the clan.