Unaware of the blood spreading under his feet, the old man Ibn gently waved the pomegranate branch and chanted in a fast and sharp tone:

"O Ahuramazda, your holy light shines upon us, the Lord of the Eagle and the Wind, the glorious Bahram!"

"The ode of the ancient sages and the supreme revelation, the kind words and deeds and sincere words of the devout, the barsam branches of life, the lord of the eagle and the wind, please accept this tribute!"

"The heroic god of war, the fierce beast that is desperate for the enemy, the divine bird that is not afraid of attack, please send down the gift, let the warriors be brave and fearless, let the evil demons be killed and wounded, the Lord of the Eagle and the Wind, please accept this sacrifice!"

"Glorious Sage, invincible hero, merciful and forgiving King, please send down divine punishment, let the magic of the wizard fail, let the vicious curse come back, help us crush all the attacks of our enemies, Lord of the Eagle and the Wind, please accept this sacrifice!"

This sounded extremely dignified greeting, accompanied by the blood that gradually covered the entire fire altar, which seemed particularly ironic.

The "holy flame" in the fire altar greedily **** the blood pouring towards it, and the flames danced and gradually expanded. And at the same time as this strange fire festival presided over by the old man Iben began, the thick tamarix, which was covered with tumors in the county court, suddenly writhed like a living thing!

This strange tree, which occupies most of the space in front of the main hall of the county court, exudes a strange green light from every wooden gall on its body, and then these green lights swim out of those tumor-like wooden galls, and disperse into countless firefly-like points of light in the air.

As these points of light dispersed, the originally incomparably full wooden galls dried up one after another. Even this tamarix, which has rumors of causing trouble, lost all its vitality and died at the same time as these demonic light and dust dispersed.

The scope of the mutation is not only the tamarix in this county court, but also the various squares and lis in the west of Heishui City, where dots of light and dust are rising.

The light dust rose from the canons that the scribes carried with them.

Dust rose from the prayer boxes that the parishioners wore around their necks.

Light dust rises from the prayer rooms where prayers and small fire altars are enshrined in the courtyards.

The glowing light dust, as if alive, penetrated the wind and snow and gathered towards the Great Worship Temple from all directions.

As the "sacred fire" in the fire altar in the Great Chapel beats, this little bit of light and dust is impatiently thrown into the fire through the vaults, skylights, gates, and even the cracks between the masonry. With the addition of these light dusts, the flames in the fire altar also turned into a green glow, reflecting the faces of these parishioners, as if they were in a ghost realm.

Except for Liu Chuang, the parishioners who were guarding the Great Worship Temple were all staring at this scene in fascination, and involuntarily knelt on the ground and shouted, "Ahura Mazda!"

And with their shouts, the flames of light rising from the altar of fire continued to rise towards the vault of the Great Worship Temple, as if turning into a pillar of light connecting the gods and mortals. In this firelight, there seemed to be a pair of huge wings slowly spreading.

The old man Ibn gazed at the great vision before him with a fixed face, and knelt down in front of the altar of fire. A voice that sounded unusually frivolous and deviant and extremely majestic sounded in his heart: "Over the years, you have made such devout offerings, and this is only the benefit to my father. If it weren't for these noble fresh blood food, I would only continue to sleep underneath this Blackwater City before I bothered to pay attention to you!"

"Okay, after all, you believe in the invisible and untouchable Ahura Mazda, and the faith that Bengong can intercept as his face of war in the Western Regions is limited after all—but you must remember that Bengong is the true protector of you Qiang people!"

Even in the face of this true deity, the old man Ibn did not let go, and he maintained impeccable etiquette and replied: "Helan Gong, you are an incomparably powerful god in this mortal world, so we offer you faith, and you report miracles to us. Tonight is the day when we declare war on the Han people again, and I beg you to bring us the strength to destroy those Han people!"

Listening to the pleading of the old man Iben, Helan Gong, although only a doppelganger of that one came down in this great mosque, laughed disapprerovingly: "I am not one of those good talkative fellows, I am not good at blessings, and the best thing is to bring disasters! Do you really want the miracle I have given, old man, do you know what the price you will have to pay for doing so?"

The old man Yiben looked faintly, and just looked at the great prince among the ghosts and gods in front of him: "The thirteen counties of Liangzhou are the places of the Qiang people, and they only belong to the Qiang people, and the Han people must die! For this purpose, the Qiang people have also been looking for an opportunity to fight with the Han people, and it is not bad for the extra blood tonight!"

Listening to the old man Iben's answer, Helan Gong let out a sneer that I didn't know whether it was mockery or pity: "That's a good thing to say, but for me, the wine made from human blood is always newer and more fragrant! I absolutely agree with this choice of yours, and I am a little happy, but for these parishioners, I am afraid that it is the worst choice! Well, for a mortal like you, with such unreasonable hatred, my father knows that it is useless to persuade him, and my father does not like those false preaching. Then your prayer—"

Helan Gong let out a scream, and the flames in the fire altar swirled violently. The vortex of flames first surrounded Old Man Iben, and then swallowed up the few parishioners closest to the altar of fire!

The parishioners didn't know what to do at first, but immediately they screamed in agony in the fire. But as soon as the screams sounded, they stopped abruptly.

The parishioners who shouted "Ahuramazda" no longer shouted the name of their Lord and looked up tremblingly as they watched the increasingly incomprehensible changes in front of them.

In the whirlwind of flames, the figure of the old man Ibn gradually emerged. The Zoroastrian leader of Blackwater City was still wrapped in white cloth and wore a curtain, as if there was no trace of passing through the fire.

A clever parishioner hurriedly ran forward and greeted the old man Ibn: "Great Imar, are you all right......?

Before he finished a sentence, his neck was already choked by the old man Ibn with one hand: "My father has nothing to do, and my father has to do business first." ”

As soon as he strained his wrist, the parishioner's neck was instantly broken and he fell limply. The "old man Iben" moved his hands and feet a few times in satisfaction, but smacked his lips with some regret: "This body is well maintained, but after all, it is an old man with white hair from head to toe. The next time someone asks Bengong God to descend, I have to make it clear to them that I must first prepare a good body of youth and freshness, whether it is a man or a woman, this is something that my father still does not choose......"

After that, he turned his head to one side, looked at Liu Chuang, who was holding the blood-stained Lu Lu Sword in his hand, looked at him blankly, and grinned again: "You are the person in charge of the sacrifice this time? This work is really not bad! Thanks to the blood sacrifice of so many nobles, otherwise the strength of this duke will not even be able to recover this twenty percent!"

Liu Chuang was confused, and he understood that it was not the old man Ibn in front of him, but a demon possessed by the old man Ibn!

He roared, picked up the Lulu sword and cut it down, but the old man in front of him didn't even dodge, and only swept towards Liu Chuang with his gaze.

Liu Chuang's body bent violently with his gaze, as if he had been hit hard!

With a bang, Liu Chuang flew out with a sword and fell to the ground, unknown to anyone.

Helan Gong, who was attached to the old man of Iben, didn't bother to care whether Liu Chuang was dead or alive, he still stood in front of the fire altar, and gently raised his hands, as if he had spread a pair of wings.

"Well, since you are so desperate that I will give you a little spiritual response, then I will send you a miracle!"

......

.........

On the long street, war horses galloped back and forth, turning the snow all over the ground into dirty black slush. Iron Mountain, riding on a horse, wields a steel spear like a dragon, and the blocker is invincible.

At this time, it can be seen that this veteran who once fell into the market has been fighting for many years, and he seems to be full of eyes, rampaging among the cavalry of the Qiang army, but it is inappropriate to advance and retreat. Those cavalry of the Qiang army, no matter how long or short they were, couldn't hurt him even a little.

On the other hand, it was Tie Shan who swung a little steel spear out of a ring of spears, sweeping, drilling, picking, and stabbing, forcing those conceited Qiang cavalry to fall crookedly. And every time the opponent is forced to make a flaw, the next thing is Tie Shan's fatal shot!

He alone has already stabbed more than a dozen small leaders in the Qiang army off their horses!

In the face of such an offensive, coupled with the fact that the commander had died under Wei Ye's sudden sword, those Qiang troops were already completely emboldened. From time to time, someone was knocked off the horse, and then he was shot by the young man who caught up with him.

Such a battle situation is enough to make these Qiang troops desperate. And they knew that just outside the battle circle, there was still the young civil official who had killed their Qiang army Sima with one sword, and he was eyeing him! How could such a battle be fought? The opponent was too strong, too barbaric, and too unreasonable......

Under all kinds of pressure, the Qiang army of more than 100 horsemen, facing an opponent of no more than 20 horsemen, was in such a mess!

Wei Ye sat sideways on the war horse at this moment, and watched with a smile as Tie Shan led those righteous youths and harvested the lives of these Qiang soldiers. Around him, there were also several young men guarding him, all of whom were protégés and disciples who had learned a few pistols and stick kung fu by Tie Shan's side, and they were staring at their comrades who were fighting back and forth on the battlefield with envy.

Wei Ye glanced at their greedy looks, shook his head and said with a smile: "What, do you want to go up and fight for a while? Dare to go into battle and fight, this is the true character of a man! This official's skills are here, and there is no need for a few of you hairy boys to guard." Go over, help you Iron Master, wipe out these chaotic troops, and then there are thugs that have swept half of the city for us to clean up!"

These young men were also on the battlefield for the first time, and they witnessed their lordship showing their might on the battlefield, and their morale was high. Listening to Wei Ye's words, he hurriedly shouted, "Thank you, lord!", and they all rushed forward with a scream!

Wei Ye looked at the backs of these young men rushing up, and then looked at the Qiang troops who were gradually despairing and doomed, and sighed softly: "The troops really still have to see blood before they can be tempered, these young men will be the seeds of a strong army in the future! With them, even in the face of those Taoist troops of the Taiping Dao, I, a Taoist friend who is a loose cultivator, will be more confident in speaking." ”

He sighed for a moment, then turned his horse's head and approached the corpse of Amara, who must have been dead.

Amara, or Beigong Boyu, the culprit who triggered the warlord melee in the Xiliang region for decades in the original historical script, was already cold at this moment, and his eyes were looking at the sky without blinking.

Even after the Luoyang Palace was involved, and even the current Han Emperor was put in a self-destructive collar, Wei Ye didn't have much of a fresh curiosity about historical celebrities. The corners of his mouth bent slightly, and then he bent down and grabbed the hilt of Tao Qianjin's sword and lifted it upward.

However, at this mention, I saw that a strange smile suddenly appeared on the face of the dead corpse, and then the corpse swelled violently like a blown pig urine bubble, and then there was a shock!