In the past, the barbarians worshipped the god of fire, which was a pious worship, and there were often such grand sacrifice scenes, but they were only ordinary rituals, prostration, prayer, and the use of livestock and fruits. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Compared to Middle-earth, it is slightly different, but it is only a few differences in details, such as Middle-earth will burn incense and light candles, for example, Middle-earth will have taboos on offerings, etc., while there is no incense burning here in the barbarian department, and there is no such taboo.

For countless years, the barbarian tribe has worshiped the god of fire, and its incense power is so strong that it can even give birth to a god out of thin air in nothingness. But these incense wishes ...... It all comes from the most devout thoughts, not blood sacrifices.

Huo He Sangzu is a tribe attached to the barbarians, and was later completely broken by Yuanmeng, the clan was scattered, he himself was poisoned by insects, and by chance, he set foot in the way of Gu insects. When Kiyohara inquired at the time, he once said that in the past, the barbarian fire god was an orthodox incense god, which could be called a righteous god, and there was no blood sacrifice.

And this demon god ...... After the death of the Heavenly Monarch of the Fire, he stole the throne of the gods, and after a manifestation, he asked for a blood sacrifice.

Eighty-one virgins, eighty-one virgins.

Nine is the ultimate number, ninety-nine eighty-one, secretly in line with the method of high-grade blood sacrifice.

This is not only a demon god, but also an evil god.

......

But on the surface of the river, the mist rose and white smoke curled.

In fact, there was a red light that lurked underwater, passing by in an instant, and every time it passed, the mist rose up.

At first glance, it looks as if countless white smoke has swept straight from the source.

But the red light was hazy, like a flame, and it came from under the water to the statue of the god, and seeped into it.

The believers of the tribe are all mortals with the naked eye, and they can't see the red light, but they only see the white smoke, and they know that the god of fire has appeared.

In the midst of countless shouts of excitement and even tears of joy, everyone fell to their knees.

And according to the old custom, one hundred and sixty-two children, divided into two sides, were carried out.

The children were not afraid, but proud...... It was as if in the eyes of these ignorant children they were proud of their devotion to God.

It can be seen that under the oppression of Yuanmeng, the barbarian tribe has not lost the teaching of the next generation, and the descendants of the tribe ...... The devotion to the god of fire remains unchanged.

This inevitably has the plans of the demon gods.

......

Kiyohara stood on a high place, looking far away.

The red light seeped into the statue.

But the idol is not excluded.

Because the big demon in this red light has already sat firmly on the throne of the gods, this statue is almost one of his real bodies.

The statue of the god gathers the faith of ten thousand people, and the red light is in it, absorbing the divine power, like a fish out of the water, jumping into the water again, and is swallowing the water vapor that depends on it.

A person's belief is insignificant, like a drop of water, which can only affect itself. But the beliefs of 10,000 people have converged into rivers, lakes and seas, which are mighty, and the divine power in them cannot be underestimated.

Eighty-one boys and eighty-one virgins in front of them, each sitting on the huge bamboo raft, and hundreds of men lifted it up below, with steady steps, one step at a time, as if reciting a pious symbol.

On the other side, there were also dozens of people, each gathering firewood and grass, and accumulating into a mountain, just three feet in front of the statue.

......

This was followed by a blood sacrifice, which was burned with fire.

The raft carrying the eighty-one boys and eighty-one virgins will be sent into the fire and burned to ashes.

Immediately, the evil god will use the evil method to draw the blood and energy from it.

This is an extremely important step.

This is also a very rare opportunity.

According to Fang Ming, if he made a move at this time, even if he had the hope of hurting the God of Fire, let alone such a powerful skill as Qingyuan?

As long as the opportunity can be grasped, it is not possible to kill it in one fell swoop, but it can also be injured, weakened, and take the lead.

Kiyohara looked at the two bamboo rafts that were gradually being sent closer to the idol, closed his eyes slightly, and then sighed.

When he wants to kill, he never relents.

But if he had to earn a chance with a hundred and sixty-two young lives, he would not have been able to do so.

At the beginning of man, nature is good.

He has cultivated so far, he has not lost his nature, he has not despised mortals, and he still maintains his original good thoughts.

"Nature is self. ”

Kiyohara sighed and stepped out.

......

Mountains of firewood and grass are piled up in front of the idols.

The idol's eyes suddenly flashed red.

The red light fell on the pile of firewood and grass.

There was a bang.

Flames rise.

The heat was rolling in and rushing in all directions.

Those who were a little closer had their hair dry up in an instant, and their faces immediately turned red.

But together with the flames, everyone couldn't help but cheer, and the waves were like a tide.

And the eighty-one boys and the eighty-one virgins were sent toward the place where the flame rose.

The old man, who was familiar with the rules of the rituals, had stepped forward, and in between, he was reciting pious words and praying for hope for the future.

And the one hundred and sixty-two lives went towards the flames.

Although I felt that it was an honor to be dedicated to God since childhood, there were still some children who were frightened in their hearts and wept out their fears when they were near the flames.

The sound of crying has always been infectious.

As a result, more children were led out of the fear in their hearts.

Although their parents also felt that it was glorious to dedicate themselves to God, they were not without tears when they saw these scenes.

The northern tribes do not pay as much attention to cultural etiquette as Middle-earth, but many of the affections that come from nature still exist after all.

It's just that this little fear and sadness are drowned out in the joy of more people.

The cries of children were insignificant in the cheers of thousands of people.

"Up!"

After reciting the ceremony, the old man suddenly spit out one word, and then said two more words.

These two words are pronounced differently from the Middle-earth language.

But the meaning is very clear.

Sacrifice!

......

Eighty-one boys.

Eighty-one virgins.

One hundred and sixty-two lives, sent towards the flames.

The statue of the god glowed red, hazy as smoke.

The evil god possessed by the idol is already preparing to carry the method of blood sacrifice.

The breath of fire.

The breath of blood.

The breath of incense will.

He was almost wrapped in it.

This is a ferocity that comes from nature.

This comes from the dryness of the flames.

"Come on...... ...... kids"

"Throw yourself into the arms of God...... One with the one true God in your hearts. ”

"It's a great honor. ”

The voice of the evil god reached the ears of the children, bringing warmth and comfort to make them quiet.

The cries of fear have stopped, but the sounds of cheering and shocking are still there.

But in the next moment, there was a thunderclap.

A crimson thunderbolt fell from the sky and came in an instant.

Thunder fell, right above the head of the idol.

"Demons and evil people call themselves gods in vain. ”

"Today, a thunderstorm has struck down as a providence. ”

With the voice, a figure suddenly appeared, with a long figure, pale white clothes, with the meaning of being out of the dust, holding a white jade ruler, and slowly walking.

"With the intention of heavenly thunder, my generation of cultivators should do the way for heaven and kill demons. ”

The young man's white jade ruler handed it forward and shouted, "Demon, die!"

Boom!

The statue of the twelve zhang trembled suddenly.

There was a clicking sound.

Between the horrified looks of tens of thousands of people, the idol burst out of the cracks and gradually spread, like a spider's web, densely packed.

There was a bang, and it scattered into countless gravel and gravel. (To be continued.) )