"Isn't there a better choice?"

As the old man's announcement ended, another black-robed man below had a disagreement.

Sheep tongue Hei Yan knows that those who can enter here are the mainstays of the sheep tongue family.

Almost all the elders, the heads of the family and the Supreme Elders gathered here.

That's not all, even in the crowd full of people wearing black robes and engraved with the sheep's tongue emblem on their backs, the sheep's tongue Hei Yan also saw a different family mark.

A woman with blood spilling from her seven orifices and her eyes bursting out of her sockets...... A monster with slender limbs, a triangular head, and no facial features...... There is also a mark that is even more disgusting, as if worms, octopuses, insects and other disgusting creatures are mixed to create a monster with six tentacles.

"Tuoba...... Northern Wilderness ...... Na Evil ...... On the surface, these families seem to have been completely wiped out by heaven and earth, and it is unthinkable that there are still some strong old immortals who are still alive in this world. ”

Sheep tongue black Yan licked his tongue, originally with his status and status, he was not allowed to appear here, but relying on his father's status in the clan, he was fortunate enough to be able to participate in this ceremony.

His father was here, too, but he didn't know where to sit.

"This is an opportunity to witness the true god descend to the yang world, and it is also a sublimation of one's own divine soul, only in this way can we see the real heaven and earth!"

But he was not really interested in this so-called true God, and if it weren't for his father's obsession, he wouldn't have come here at all.

Rather than unveil the real world, he is willing to enjoy the pleasure of indulgence in this 'hypocritical' world.

"Although this woman is not a full yin body. At this time, in the center of the cave, the withered old man who was about to die again let out his hoarse and ugly voice, and explained to everyone: "But the time cannot be adjusted, and at the moment this woman's Yuan Yin has not been leaked, at least it meets the minimum requirements of the true god, otherwise if the arrival time of the true god is delayed, who can afford this responsibility?"

As soon as these words came out, there was no sound below, and even the previous sound of the rope was completely gone, as if there was no living thing in the cave.

"I agree, the Coming of the True God will be held immediately!" As if unable to endure the permeating silence, a black-robed man took the lead in speaking.

"I have no opinion. ”

"I agree. ”

"Me too. ”

One by one, the black-robed people seconded the proposal, and the same was true of the sheep's tongue, pretending to agree.

"Then let's start the ceremony!" the withered old man tapped the jade scepter in his hand, and six servants of the Sheep's Tongue family appeared from the shadows in all directions and walked towards the blood-red ding.

The sheep's tongue was a little surprised, how could such an ordinary miscellaneous servant come in.

But when they got closer, he found that the servants were blind-eyed and glazed, and they were walking in a twisted posture that ordinary people could not do, and they squirmed wildly.

It is clear that the sanity has been stripped and that he has become a walking corpse that only knows primitive desires.

"Hey, hey. The withered old man let out a strange laugh as he watched the servants walk over to the blood-red ding.

He snapped his fingers, and the servants took their chin in their hands, and cruelly and bloodily twisted their necks and pulled their heads up.

A large amount of blood spurted from the wound, and the entire central platform was stained scarlet, even if the sheep's tongue was black, it was also creepy when I saw this scene.

It wasn't over yet, and when the blood was almost spurted, the headless servants threw their heads into the blood-red dome, and then fell straight down, convulsing on the ground.

"Six mortals with pure yang physique, constructing the ladder of the true god to descend. The old man seemed to be extremely satisfied with this situation, "The next batch." ”

As soon as the voice fell, six more figures appeared in the shadows.

They were dressed in prison uniforms, their steps staggering, and the expressions on their faces were distorted, as if they were enjoying themselves very much, and their spirits had reached nine days away.

"The blood of six prisoners of felony can hold up a barrier for the true God. The withered old man concocted the same way, and there was another snap of his fingers, and another rain of scarlet blood.

In this way, the ceremony lasted for a full hour, a large number of 'sacrifices' appeared from the shadows, and in the end, there were even monks from the four major families of Zhongrong City.

Their blood was completely integrated into the blood red tripod.

It is precisely because of this that the original simple and astringent appearance of the Blood Red Ding has slowly begun to change.

The entire body of the Ding was shrouded in a steaming scarlet aura, and several evil beasts and fierce beasts on the original Ding body also began to slowly change color, almost as red as blood, as if they were greedily absorbing power and were about to come back to life.

The old man's face was flushed, his eyes were shining, he stared at the blood-red tripod in the center, his face couldn't suppress the color of ecstasy, and he suddenly looked up to the sky, but he laughed.

The laughter was hoarse but rampant, cruel and contented, as if he had accomplished his goal.

After only a few breaths, the arrogant laughter suddenly stopped, and the old man looked suffocated, but he coughed violently, and at the same time, the flush on his face instantly receded, and he turned pale.

He removed the palm that was covering his mouth, it was already covered with blood, but his expression was not worried.

"The true God is coming, I will witness the true heaven and earth, and I will gain the power !!!of eternal life!"

The withered old man laughed even more wildly, regardless of his injuries, and just as his laughter was at its peak, he grabbed his chest.

"I, the ancestor of the Sheep Tongue Family, am willing to contribute my own great strength to open the door to the advent of the true God, and may we and others be like immortals, immortal!!"

"Bang!"

There was a loud roar, and in the eyes of the sheep's tongue black and shocked, the body of the withered old man suddenly exploded, and the blood mist that exploded all the way up, drifting to the top of the cave but not dispersing.

Instead of dispersing, it became thicker and thicker in the churning and rolling, forming a hideous vortex.

Directly below the vortex, it corresponds to the top of Nangong Qianyi's head.

"May I and others be like immortals, immortal!!"

"May I and others be like immortals, immortal!!"

"May I and others be like immortals, immortal!!"

"Bang, bang, bang!"

There were fanatical calls, bursts of body explosions, and the black-robed people in the front row exploded their bodies one by one.

A large amount of blood was like a stream, then like a river, and finally it was thick and almost like a slurry, and all the surging blood gathered into the hideous whirlpool at the top of the cave.

"I don't want to die...... I don't want to die......"

The sheep's tongue was so terrifying that he even saw his father's old face in the crowd that had just exploded.

But before he could exclaim, his father had already completely exploded into a blood mist with a satisfied and fanatical smile!