"Master, the master of the Qiong Lin Sect is very happy today, I don't know what good things are happening in Lu Dao." The palace maid said.

"Well, I know what to say, you guys go back quickly, don't stay with me for too long, let people see it badly."

"Zhilu said to the master, let's go."

The palace maid jumped out of the house, and the old man shook his head, "This girl is gone."

"I've seen the door master", Mao Yu and the others saw Qiong Lin walking in in a new outfit. Busy all stepped forward to salute.

"Let's all get up, and the city lord and the envoy will go back to bathe, and worship the ancestors and open the god box together in a while."

"Yes, master", everyone retreated. After watching everyone leave, Qiong Lin stared intently at the Blood Sacrifice Tower, I heard that this box had been opened after the Hundred Years War, but why did you have to fight again and again, what is it for. There is such a record in the patriarch's essays, "Those who open the god box can stop the war". But.......

Qiong Lin shook his head, he really couldn't figure it out, this matter was too nerve-wracking, wait to open the treasure box, maybe all the secrets and explanations were there.

Qiong Lin became excited, and kept walking around in front of the Blood Sacrifice Tower. In fact, the Hundred Years War can't stop, Qiong Lin really doesn't care, what can happen to the number of people who die, what about 100,000 or 200,000? What Qiong Lin is most concerned about is what secrets are hidden in this blood tower.

"The door master", Zhuguang was the first to walk into the big tent.

"Hurry up and sit on the bamboo envoy, junior brother, have you counted, how much essence blood do we have now?"

"Sect Master, last time you said that there were still 24,500 drops missing, and the essence blood obtained from Qiujian Villa was at least more than 23,000, I don't know how much Lu Dao got last night."

"Someone came to report just now, saying that it was more than 2,800 drops, and it seems that this time it is only a lot more. Qiong whispered to herself.

"That's good", Qu Sheng and others entered the hall one after another, all of them were radiant, Mao Yu was dressed more charmingly, standing in front of this group of old men, like a lone phoenix and a wild goose, which made Zhuguang look at it twice.

As soon as Qiong Lin saw that everyone had arrived, he stepped to the front of the blood sacrifice tower, and at this time six kneeling mats had been placed on the ground in front of the tower, one in front and five in the back.

Qiong Lin walked to the kneeling mat, Mao Yu and the others all stood up, the most exciting moment is coming, these people who have experienced countless life and death partings, swords and swords can't help but be a little excited, tom heartbeat resounded in the hall, everyone's face is slightly red, eyes are shining with shimmering light, everyone's eyes are blazing looking at the blood sacrifice tower, this is the ancestor left the god tower, I heard that there is a god box inside, if you want to open the god box must be 100,000 blood sacrifice.

"Worship the ancestors!" Qiong Lin shouted loudly.

Wow, the six of them knelt down in unison.

"A prostration".

Hmm, the six people knocked their heads together.

"Two prostrations".

Bang, knock, again,

"Prostrate again."

Wow, knock, the six people seem to have practiced, but they didn't hear the second murmur.

"Ancestor worship"!

Bisi walked over, placed a large red lacquer bowl in the hand of his master Qiong Lian, and then walked to the other city lords and envoys.

Ding Song walked up to the master with a black-bodyed wide-mouth jar, and pulled off the red seal on the mouth of the jar, and the smell of wine filled the entire hall. Qu Sheng sniffed lightly, "Good wine, at least a hundred years old." Not to mention that this Qu Sheng's nose is really amazing, this jar of wine is the "daughter incense" that was personally sealed by the nineteenth generation of the door master Shan Xin after the last Hundred Years War blood sacrifice.

Wow...... Ding Song poured the red wine into the master's big bowl, and then ...... it in turn Wow...... of them fell.

"Respect for ancestors".

Qiong Lin raised the big bowl a few times, and ...... and spill the wine on the ground. Mao Yu and the others also lifted it up and sprinkled it on the ground.

"Worship the ancestors and knock".

The six of them knocked their heads six times in a row.

"Blood Sacrifice"!

Bisi picked up a glass bottle from the side of the Blood Sacrifice Tower and carefully held it in his arms. Ding Song stepped forward to open the lid of the glass bottle, then turned around and walked to the front of the Blood Sacrifice Tower, pressed it on the top of the tower, and with a click, the top of the tower bounced. Ding Song held the golden top with both hands, and a black tower top was revealed.

Bisi slowly pointed the mouth of the glass bottle to the top of the black tower, and before Bisi poured the essence blood, suddenly the essence blood in the glass bottle was like a soul, and he was called by magic, and he rolled towards the black spire drop by drop, and when the first drop of essence blood touched the spire, he sighed like a human being, and then a drop of essence blood, Zizizi...... Inhale the black spire, and a string of red numbers immediately appear at the very bottom of the bronze altar, one, two, three...... Fifty...... Hundred....... With each drop of blood inhaled, the number changes.

Everyone watched with wide eyes, the power of the ancestors was too amazing, what kind of ingenuity could this be to build such a magical sacrificial tower!

Qiong Lin stared at the red numbers, nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-six, nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-seven, nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight, nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine, ten thousand .......

Click, the sacrificial tower roared, trembled a few times, and after a few clicks, the tower body fell to the ninth floor, and there was no movement when it fell to the ninth floor...... , strings of essence blood rolled into the spire again, and the rolling was fast and fast. After the last drop of blood in the glass bottle rolled in, Bisi lifted the next glass bottle and ...... , strings of essence blood were then sucked into the tower.

Nineteen thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine, twenty thousand! Click, the sacrificial tower roared again, trembling and clicking a few times, and the body of the tower fell one layer down again.

Only then did everyone realize that the original Blood Sacrifice Tower was exactly ten floors, and every time ten thousand drops of essence blood were added, the Blood Sacrifice Tower would fall one floor. In this way, ten layers are exactly 100,000 essence blood. Not a drop more, not a drop less. The stakes, too stakes, God, too God. Although Qiong Lin and the others had unusually calm expressions, their eyes were flashing.

Qiong Lin seems to be very calm, holding his hands on his big feet, his palms are soaked with a little sweat, he is really a little nervous, and the mysteries of a thousand years will be presented in front of his eyes, this is the time to unravel the fog of a hundred years, the time to solve the confusion in his heart, and the time to tell the reason to 100,000 souls.

Every click and roar made Qiong Lin excited, Qiong Lin felt a pair of hands holding his heart tightly, with force, the heart muscle was tightly contracting, and the breathing was a little depressed, 30,000, 40,000, 50,000...... Ninety-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-five.

Qiong Lin took a deep breath, held her breath, clenched her fists, her eyes widened, and stared at the long string of numbers, five, four, three, two, two...... Two red numbers, suddenly stopped, what's going on?

Everyone was stunned, and a stream of red blood flowed out of the glass bottle, and the previous drop of essence blood was gone, so frightened that Bisi hurriedly withdrew the glass bottle, and looked at Qiong Lin in panic.

Mao Yu and the others glanced at each other, and there was obviously essence blood in the glass bottle of Bisi, and the blood sacrifice tower did not absorb it. "For what?" Everyone frowned, not knowing what to do.

Qiong Lin frowned, looking at the bright red number: "Ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine", what is missing for nothing, "Is it ......?" Qiong Lin furrowed his brows fiercely.

"Sacrificial Knife". Joan shouted in a deep voice. Then he took out a short knife with a red handle from his bosom and raised it above his head.

Bisi put it in the glass bottle and took a big red bowl from the sacrificial table behind him, Ding Song walked over with his "daughter incense" in his arms, and poured a big bowl in an uproar.

Bisi walked to the master with a large bowl of fragrant wine in both hands, tom, knelt on the side of the master Qiong Lone, raised the wine bowl in front of Qiong Lone, pout, a clear sound, Qiong Lin took out a short dagger from the scabbard and put it into the wine, Ding Song walked over quickly, took out the fire in his hand, poof, whew, the wine in the bowl burned, and the green flames were strung high.

Qiong Lin dipped his left hand in a little wine fire and rubbed it in the palm of his right hand. He dipped his right hand in wine and rubbed it in his left. Then both hands reached into the wine fire at the same time, holding the wine fire, and the green wine fire was whirring with sparks in the palm of the hand. Whew, Qiong Lin put the wine fire on his face with both hands, sizzling, the green fire burned on his face, Qiong Lin slowly rubbed it on his face with his hands, and then held the green fire again and poured it on his face, pouring it three times in a row.

Ding Song handed over a piece of silk cloth that had just been soaked in wine, Qiong Lin took the juan cloth with his left hand, grabbed the short dagger in the wine fire with his right hand, and put the juan cloth in his left hand on the wine fire.

Pop, Qiong Lin threw Juan Bu into the wine bowl, poof, the fire in the wine bowl was immediately extinguished, Bisi stood up with the hot wine bowl and walked to the side, and put the wine bowl on the sacrificial table.

Then he took a big red bowl, and Ding Song walked over with the jar again. Wow, this time I didn't pour much, it looked like a small half bowl.

Bisi walked into the master again with the wine bowl, and Qiong Lin took it with his left hand. Ding Song came over with another wine bowl, Qiong Lin took a sip of wine, soaked it in his mouth, spitted it in Ding Song's bowl, rinsed his mouth three times in a row, and drank all the wine in the bowl with his head raised.

After Qiong Lin handed the bowl to Bisi, Bi Si Tom knelt on the ground again, handed the wine bowl to Qiong Li's mouth, Qiong Lin held the knife in his right hand, opened his mouth and bit the tip of the small half of his tongue with his teeth, poof, a knife slashed, hiss, and a stream of essence blood sprayed down in the bowl.

Bisi immediately stood up, holding the bowl in both hands and walked to the altar, and the bowl fell lightly towards the spire. Whoosh, the blood in the bowl flew into the spire.

Boom, the body of the tower on the last floor of the tower moved, and the top of the black tower creaked to one side. Then there was another click.

"Xie Zu"! The six people of Qiong Lonely knocked their heads nine times in a row. Qiong Lin raised his head, looked at the top of the black tower, was melancholy for a moment, and slowly stood up. Maybe it's because I've been kneeling for too long, Qiong Lin walks very slowly, very slowly, one step, two steps...... Qiong Lin himself didn't know how many steps he had taken, but he felt that every step he took, his heart was pounding, and his hands were shaking with him.

Qiong Lin finally walked to the side of the sacrificial tower, closed his eyes for a while, took a deep breath, and opened his eyes violently to look into the tower.

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