With a strange chant, the bishop grasped the blasphemous sword of Christ in his hand and walked before his sacrifice.

The hymn, which I can't tell whether it is faith or fear, continues: "I have searched the temple where the vine branches cling, and I have hesitated in front of the empty church. There the moon creeped out of the valley, and the moonlight illuminated the objects that hung on the walls. Human beings have been clamped down on the layers of graves, and the sound of the white stone stele group is heard, and I listen to the news of the tombstone. ”

The image of death was depicted in the song, the dagger sinking into the chest of the druid priest, blood gushing out of the blade and wetting the compassionate and anguished face of Jesus Christ.

Confined to the sarcophagus, the druid priest was a middle-aged man with a beard, his short brownish hair and calm face that made him look extraordinarily gentle. The armor on his body emitted a faint grass-green aura, obviously strengthened by some kind of magic, but in front of this blasphemous dagger, it was as fragile as paper.

The short sword entered the chest, but the victim did not lose his breath for a while. The magic attached to the sarcophagus that held the druid priest in place only restrained the victim's movements, but did not numb the victim's five senses. The tip of the sword dug into the organs in his chest, causing a burning pain that made the druid priest struggle.

This painful reaction made the bishop more satisfied, and he used meticulous means to pick off the tendons and nerves of the druids one by one, but he would never let the sacrifice die early. At the same time, the ode to the evil gods goes on to the next stanza:

"I have been in the graveyards of the ages, and I have flown with the wings of fear. There was a spew-spewing darkness spreading, and there were gloomy snow-capped peaks looming. The desert sun is dim and dim, and the kingdom is eternal and ignorant. ”

In the melodious and deep singing, organs are plucked from between the druid's severed chest and abdomen, and placed in the form of abstract works of art with great artistic enthusiasm. If it were an ordinary human being, at the beginning of such a cruel and delicate non-anesthetic live removal operation, they would have died of excessive pain and fear. However, under the influence of unknown magic, the druid's life force was pushed to the limit of the human body, and instead turned into a cruel torture that could not be explained.

Suppressed screams erupted from the sarcophagus, and the young swordsmen and guerrillas heard their comrades' last cries for help, writhing desperately in the sarcophagus in an attempt to free themselves from the binding magic. However, such actions were completely useless, and the only thing they could do now was to open their eyes wide, and the vocal cords, deprived of their voices by magic, let out a short broken moan, as the only soundtrack to this blood ritual.

Feng Tiannan's father and son didn't notice these noises at all at this moment, and with the bishop's chants, they were already indulging in the country of fear in the deep sea in trembling, and dedicated themselves to those indescribable evil gods.

Even the round nun could not resist the call from the deep sea and the heavens, and it seemed that with the bishop's singing, the world she had known for more than ten years was rapidly crumbling, replaced by an amorphous chaos, a darkness without light.

Only in the distant otherworld, the woman who called herself "Little Clay" made a sound that seemed to swallow saliva from time to time, admiring this delicate death sacrifice.

"I love you, fish-faced man! No, you're such a creative man!

Someone unceremoniously picked up her words: "That's right, it really opened my eyes." ”

With these words, the sharp sound of breaking the air shook the air that had already become viscous and abnormal, and an arrow light disrupted the originally incomparably profane and incomparably solemn ritual, and the blow pierced the bishop's wrist holding the short sword.

In the darkness, a faint scorching red flame rose, and a figure walked against the light, and the bamboo crown robe was even more incompatible with this underground temple.

The humid air seemed to gradually recede with his footsteps, and a sense of dryness gradually diffused in this vast ocean-like space with the footsteps of the visitors.

The fire rose, and the Taoist came with a sword, but the bishop did not show any fear on his face, but pulled out the featherless iron arrow that pierced his wrist, and smiled: "The Duanmu gang leader of the Money Gang came so quickly, but today's festival still lacks the most important sacrifice, since you are here, please accept this glory and let God bless you!"

"Duanmu Gang Master?" Hearing this title, Wei Ye couldn't help but snort upwards: "In the world, do you only recognize the money gang of Lao Shizi? A certain family surnamed Wei, the official worships the general of the Han Dynasty Zhengxi to lead the Liangzhou pastoral, today, this official will use the sword of the Han Dynasty to kill the thieves of the Qing Dynasty, if you are not satisfied, you will go to the underworld to appeal!"

Before the words fell, the immortal warlock stepped into the air in one step, and the yellow talisman in his sleeve flew out like a bird in the mountain!

The bishop didn't care about the rest, just held the short sword tightly, and quickly sang the next verse of the ode: "After the endless era, I am already old, only me, only me, filthy and inexplicable, and human beings are still simple and ignorant, intoxicated and happy on this small planet......"

With the singing, the whirlpool suddenly gushed out a column of water, wetting the Dao Dao paper talisman and floating on the water.

The festival was disrupted, Feng Tiannan and his son stood up first, Feng Tiannan pulled into a thick stalagmite, and put a golden stick seven feet long and more than an inch in his hand.

This golden stick is all made of red gold, which is extremely heavy, but Feng Tiannan is extremely light and flexible in his hand. The texture of gold is soft, and the beaten gold stick is not known for its integrity, but with the heavy weight alone, it can also be said that it will die if it is smashed, and it will hurt if it is knocked, but it is all the way with Wei Ye's peach daughter.

Seeing that Feng Tiannan's stick tail was shaking, he swept a little bit and hit the number of entanglements. In the past, Feng Tiannan's trick was used, no matter what kind of blade the opponent used to block, it was difficult to catch the heavy weight of this golden stick, and Feng Tiannan's hidden strength in the head of the stick was often a big loss, and even sent his life.

However, looking at this golden stick with dazzling golden light, Wei Ye did not block or dodge, and his shoulders moved, and the peach gold came out of its sheath, and the sword entered the middle road, cutting through the golden stick body.

I saw the intersecting of sticks and swords, and with a choked sound, Feng Tiannan, the golden stick that shocked Guangdong Province, was cut off by Wei Ye.

The half of the golden stick didn't wait to hit the ground, but he saw Wei Ye raise his cuffs, like a snake swallowing an elephant, so he swallowed the golden stick directly. Wei Ye accepted this half of the golden stick on the one hand, and smiled on the other hand: "Mo Dao, this golden stick village custom, if you accept it, it can be regarded as Wei's subsidy to supplement the family!"

After accepting this half of the golden stick, Wei Ye lost his interest in entangling with Feng Tiannan, his figure retreated, and he said hello by the way: "The partner of the stick, this old thief will be left for you to practice, and I will go to meet this demon who kills people and sacrifices ghosts for a while!"

Before he finished speaking, he heard He Ming's complaint at the end of the road: "Old Wei, you have cut off this old guy's stick so much, and he has made it a soft and collapsed golden stick, this is going to be killed, and he can't say that I took advantage of him?"

"Tsk, I would have been looking to the bright moon, but the bright moon was focused on the ditch. Cheng, count me as a lot of trouble!" Wei Ye flicked his tongue, and Tao Qianjin cut off the iron claws set up by Feng Yiming, while replying: "Then you exchange your own burning stick for his golden stick, and everyone will fight fairly!"

Feng Tiannan listened to these two evil stars practicing crazy words together, and saw that the green steel rod in He Ming's hand, which arrived later, was also a rare divine soldier, and said secretly in his heart: "Such a divine soldier will make thousands of taels of gold, and there is nowhere to buy it, how can he be willing to change it!"

Unexpectedly, He Ming over there had already nodded: "This game is exciting! Let's compete, whether you kill the old monster first, or I will beat the old turtle first!

In the middle of a few words, He Ming had already thrown the green steel rod in his hand towards Feng Tiannan.

Regardless of how He Ming was going to play the game of cat and mouse, the fairy warlock pointed his sword at the bishop from afar, and his tone was not very gentle: "The fish-faced ugly man over there, do you have any last words to say?"