Chapter 86 The interrupted blood sacrifice

“Ga~Ga~”

The dark crow swept across the night sky, and its keen eyes were staring at every move on the ground.

This is a tall mountain range that stretches for hundreds of miles. There are many canyons between this mountain peaks, and on both sides of these canyons, there are many special stone platforms.

Looking at the ground, these stone platforms are ordinary.

From the perspective of the crow's high altitude, these stone platforms form a complex eight-way giant formation.

This is Dingjun Mountain in Hanzhong.

And this big formation is the famous Zhuge Wuhou Eight Formation Map!

Few people know why Zhuge Wuhou set up this amazing formation in Hanzhong, and why he was buried here after his death.

It was obviously not the front line at that time. If the formation was to defend against the enemy, it should be arranged in Tangluo Road, Baoxi Road, Chencang Road, or the Qishan area of ​​Longyou.

The real reason is that it suppresses the terrifying existence in the land of Taiping.

At the foot of Dingjun Mountain, there is an extremely rare terrain. On the south side of the mountain, there is a large natural pot-shaped basin, which is almost round in shape and has a circumference of three miles. It can house tens of thousands of people, called Yangtian Wa.

If Shen Budu could see from the perspective of the crow, he would definitely find that this was not only very similar to the enlarged version of Guizhou's Sky Eye in his previous life, but also, Yangtianwa is the undoubtedly central array eye of the Eight Formation Diagram.

A huge altar that was more than ten feet high was built in the middle of Yangtianwa. At this moment, there was a person standing above the altar. The man was thin, wearing a black robe, a willow crown, and a fairy-like appearance. This old man was no one else, but he was the high priest of the Qidou Rice Sect who had talked twice with the Guardian of the Ghost Palace, and his right-hand assistant to "Shijun".

The high-priest closed his eyes and muttered something in his mouth, his expression was quiet, as if he had entered a mysterious state.

Around the altar beside the high priest, thousands of fanatical seven doumi cultists gathered. They were kneeling respectfully around the altar, and in their encirclement were tens of thousands of innocent people tied up.

At this moment, there was a hint of horror on the faces of the people. They knew in their hearts that once the high priest opened their eyes, it would be their death.

"The immortals are above the emperor, and the master is so sad that he is foolish and unfilial, so he told me that the affairs of heaven are indeed not what I dare to expect. After I have added it, I will open the way so that I can know the affairs of heaven. I wish that what I like in the heavens? What should I forbid?"

The spiritual energy of the Great Priest was like abyss and a sea. As his obscure and sacred sacrifice was read out, several muffled thunder suddenly sounded in the sky, as if the immortals in the sky really responded.

The high priest took a deep breath and continued to recite the sacrificial text.

"Would you rather burn the grass in the fields? It is impossible to burn it in the sky, so it should be burned, so it should be burned? I would like to hear it. However, grass is the yin of wood, which corresponds to Yi, and wood is corresponding to Jia. In Jiazi, wild fires will spread prairie, so that the world will be prosperous."

The old man was holding a wooden stick in his hand, and a strange flame was emerging from the tip of the top of the stick. Although the flame was jumping, it did not emit any temperature.

And just as the fire without temperature was burning, almost instantly, the surrounding vegetation suddenly withered and turned into a pile of ashes, floating in the air.

"I am afraid that the villain will accumulate ignorance and cannot be banned again. They will all flood the peace of the emperor and heaven, so I asked the immortals to take their blood as a sacrifice, so I am so sad!"

"boom!"

Suddenly, the land around this empty altar suddenly twisted, and then countless green willow branches poked out from the ground, grabbed the seven dou of rice believers kneeling on the altar, and threw these seven dou of rice believers into the sky with force.

"Bang!Bang!Bang!"

As the sound of muffled sounds came, branches of willow branches hit the heads of the seven dou rice sects like raindrops, pressing tightly on the foreheads of those people, and instantly, blood holes appeared one after another, blood splashed everywhere, and the scene was extremely tragic.

"Boom!"

At this time, another violent explosion sounded. At the moment when the explosion sounded, all the devout seven dou rice believers around were shattered and turned into pools of blood.

But what's creepy is that everyone's brains are stripped out intact.

The light pink cerebral cortex, brainstem, cerebellum, and some viscous spinal fluid are tickled on the willow branches, clearly visible and sounds can be heard.

A strong and pungent smell of blood spreads in this space, making people even unable to help vomiting.

But even so, thousands of believers who were only one brain left by the willow branches still remain awake and did not faint.

At this time, the high priest on the altar slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were bright, revealing a sharp light, which looked quite terrifying.

"The immortals of the Emperor Taiping are above, please resurrect the Master!"

The bloody scene made the people who had lost the guards even lose their speech for a moment. When they saw the willow branches carrying thousands of brains back underground, they suddenly woke up.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Run!"

I don’t know who shouted first, and then all kinds of noisy bodies sounded in the entire open square. Under such circumstances, even the most courageous mortals were already trembling with fear, and they felt a deep fear in their hearts.

However, more willow branches rushed out from the ground, with tens of thousands of branches.

It was as if there was a willow tree shaped like a mountain range growing underground.

Seeing these willow branches that had just taken the lives of thousands of believers blocking all the ways around the altar, the people panicked and rushed out desperately, wanting to leave and escape.

At this moment, they finally felt what despair was.

There is no way out here!

However, these willow branches flicked violently when they rushed to the edge of the altar, shooting at the people like arrows off the string. In the blink of an eye, dozens of people were killed on the spot, and their bodies were lying straight on the bloody land.

At this time, someone made a sound of despair.

"Don't come over, don't kill me."

This person's words had the opposite effect.

It was like a drop of water dripping into a pan, causing ripples. For a moment, the willow branches on the entire altar surged wildly.

Each of these tens of thousands of willow branches is dozens of feet long. They have sharp barbs at the ends, like sharp blades. As long as they are pierced with a trace, they will be pierced immediately and flesh will fly.

The desperate people fell to their knees on the ground and burst into tears: "Please beg the immortals!"

"Give me your life!"

"Immortal, please spare my life!"

The high-priest wine looked cold, and the willow branches flying all over the sky became tighter and tighter.

Fanatic believers can even provide incense and vows to the Master.

The only function of the people like ants is to use their blood to gather into a sea of ​​blood.

Complete the blood sacrifice and completely destroy the Eight Formations Diagrams!

"Don't kneel down, don't pray to the immortals. You just worked hard to live without doing anything wrong."

Suddenly, a gentle and firm voice rang out.

The people raised their heads in confusion.

As the words fell, countless peaks around Dingjun Mountain suddenly began to shine.

No, it's not the mountains that are shining.

It is a huge eight-sided formation that hangs over hundreds of stone platforms, and a pillar of light that runs through the sky and the earth.

Eight Formation Map, Start!

"Dang ~"

The Dajiu felt chill all over, and a burst of goose bumps rushed to the surface of his skin like electricity. His magic war was thrown to the ground, but he didn't know it.

The high priest grew up and looked at the Eight Formation Map, which was obviously only one step away from being destroyed, covering the entire mountain range.

The bright moon is bright, and the tiger roars through the forest.

A monk came to the east on the top of the mountain.

On the white-browed tiger, a young monk was wearing a plain monk's robe.

The young monk looked only in his early twenties, sitting quietly on the white-browed tiger, looking at the trapped crowd in the distance.

"Boom!"

This time, it was not the thunder in the sky, but the hundreds and thousands of feet of mountains around it, all seemed to be angry and roaring because of the words of the young monk. The towering peaks began to tremble one by one.

Shen Budu only tried once, and with his experience of enlightening the "Essence of Tianshu Formation", he successfully activated the Eight Formation Diagrams.

It can even be said that it seems to be natural and there is no obstacle at all.

Shen Budu believed that if the person who set up the Eight Formation Diagram did not do it deliberately and relied on his own formation skills and did not make many attempts, it would be impossible to start the Eight Formation Diagram so naturally.

And on the top of Dingjun Mountain where he was located, there was only a lonely tombstone.

"The tomb of the Marquis of Zhuge Zhongwu of Han."

In order to resurrect Shijun's previous life, the Qidou Mi Cult directly slaughtered thousands of believers, resulting in no warning around him.

In fact, no matter whether the person in Taiping Blessing Land is successfully resurrected or not, they do not need to be alert.

The high priest picked up the staff, looked at the young monk riding a tiger in the distance, and shook his head.

“It’s too late.”

The powerful force of the Eight Formation Formation roared, cutting off tens of thousands of willow branches across the sky. For a moment, green liquid scattered everywhere, dyeing the surrounding soil into a dark green color, looking particularly sad and beautiful.

"boom!"

Endless smoke and dust covered the entire Dingjun Mountain, rolling in smoke and smog, looking as dreamy as a fairyland.

As the smoke and dust filled the sky, the high minister watched the young monk fold his hands and slowly walked out.

He took a step forward and appeared in front of the altar, looking at the high priest, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Donor, it's time to go on the road."

The young monk said softly, his voice was very gentle and nice, as if it could refresh his heart, but what he said was extremely cold.

The high-priest opened his mouth to say something, but only saw a round of Jin Il rising from his fist.

Then, annihilation.

In the blink of an eye, the altar became empty and there was nothing else.

“Wow~Wow~”

I don’t know which baby’s cry in his mother’s arms broke the silence. After a brief silence, tens of thousands of people almost all wanted to kneel down.

But it was held back by an invisible force.
Chapter completed!