Chapter 632: God bless

Among the platforms, there are five old men who are the most eye-catching!

They were sitting on five large animal skin chairs, with childish faces and bright eyes, and their bodies were filled with a mysterious and vast aura. This aura was not an aura of strength, but a kind of temperament.

What's even more weird is that their faces, not only their foreheads are engraved with weird black lines, but their entire faces are also engraved with weird black lines, making it impossible to see their faces at all.

"Those five are the five oldest elders of my Litian tribe!"

"Every sacrifice is presided over by five elders!"

"They have lived for an unknown number of years, but they are the most prestigious existence in the Litian tribe!"

Seeing Wang Feng's gaze, Zhamu on the side explained aloud, and there was also a touch of piety in his eyes. After stepping into this place of sacrifice, Zhamu became a little more restrained, not as lively as before.

Hearing Zhamu's words, Wang Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he kept looking at the five elders.

Under his prying eyes, the five elders were only at the peak of the holy robbery, how could they have such a long lifespan?

Indeed, after reaching the Holy Land of Qiankun, even the lowest sages can live for hundreds of thousands of years, but from those five elders, he felt an extremely ancient aura. Those who can have this kind of aura are definitely not only alive. Simple as that for millions of years.

This Litian tribe is full of strangeness, making Wang Feng secretly vigilant.

Just as Wang Feng was contemplating, he suddenly felt several eyes falling on him, and he stared at him suddenly, and it was the deep eyes of the five elders who met him.

That gaze, like the vast starry sky, was completely incomprehensible, and even gave Wang Feng a feeling of falling, which made Wang Feng feel a little terrified.

Only five elders at the peak of the holy robbery can give him such a feeling of the powerhouse at the peak of the emperor. How to look at it is a bit incredible.

Just when Wang Feng was terrified, the five elders looked away and continued to land in the center of the altar.

Wang Feng also followed their gaze and found that in the center of the altar, there was a pitch-black ancient tripod. On the entire ancient tripod, there were dense and peculiar patterns carved. I can't figure out what the strange lines mean.

"Huh!"

Suddenly, a mysterious note came out from the mouths of the five elders, and strands of cold blood-colored lines permeated from their bodies, following the lines on the platform, and gathered towards the pitch-black ancient cauldron.

At this time, Wang Feng discovered that on the altar, there was a huge pattern carved like a gossip diagram, and the ancient tripod was located in the center of this pattern!

"Buzz!"

In the blink of an eye, the entire huge pattern glowed with a blood-colored light, as if it dyed the dim world red. The dark red light reflected on the faces of Wang Feng and others, making everyone present look incomparable. weird!

"boom!"

As these blood-colored patterns converged on the pitch-black ancient cauldron, the lines on the entire ancient cauldron seemed to be stained with blood, and a layer of blood light swayed, and the extremely mysterious sound of sacrifice suddenly appeared in this world The echoes made Wang Feng feel a little drowsy.

"God bless!"

Just after the sound of sacrificial sacrifices came out, every member of the Litian tribe present, even Zhamu, knelt directly to the ground, with their entire bodies almost on the ground, shouting loudly, shaking the ancient A place of worship!

Even Wang Feng had a faint feeling of wanting to pay homage in his heart, his body bent down involuntarily, and his eyes were a little blurry!

"town!"

Wang Feng gritted his teeth, let out a low roar, and raised the strength in his body, urging the soul of destiny in his mind, and the extremely mysterious fate lines appeared in Wang Feng's mind, expelling this feeling, making Wang Feng Feng's whole body regained clarity.

There was a hint of fear on Wang Feng's face. He had reached the peak of Emperor Zun, and he seemed to be dominated by this mysterious sacrificial power. If he hadn't possessed the soul of destiny, he might have fallen into this mysterious sacrificial power!

After Qingming was restored, Wang Feng looked towards the ancient altar and found that even the five elders above the altar were kneeling directly on the altar, with their heads just sticking to the ground, not even daring to lift them up to watch.

The blood-colored pattern is still spreading on the huge pattern on the altar, and the blood color that the ancient cauldron blooms is also more and more intense, as if there is an ancient power, which is awakened under this sacrifice.

A terrifying aura erupted from the altar, as strong as Wang Feng. After feeling this aura, his entire body couldn't stop shaking.

In the sky and the earth, the dark wind is hunting, the black clouds fill the sky, and the huge black cloud layer turns into a huge vortex, as if driving the entire sky, it seems that even the heaven and the earth are spinning!

But if someone is in the Dayan Mountains outside the Litian tribe, they will find that the entire Dayan Mountains are clear and clear, and there are no dark clouds at all, even in the sky where the Litian tribe is located, there are no dark clouds~www.readwn .com~ In the place of sacrifice, Wang Feng's heart trembled. Against the background of this amazing vision, the ancient altar became majestic and atmospheric, like a heavenly altar, and the ancient cauldron was filled with amazing aura.

"Feast!"

I don't know which elder made a sound, and the hoarse voice resounded in the entire sacrifice ground. As this voice sounded, the five elders and the people of the Litian tribe who were present cut open their palms one after another, and wisps of blood flowed from them. The palms flowed out and gathered towards the ancient cauldron!

The rich smell of blood permeates this world, and with the inflow of these blood, the ancient tripod is even more trembling, and the bright dark red light blooms from the ancient tripod.

This scene looks extremely shocking. Looking at it from Wang Feng's perspective, it is as if in ancient times, the ancestors who drank blood with fluff were praying to the gods. This is a very shocking and strange picture.

"Creak!"

A screeching sound like friction resounded abruptly in this sacrificial place, causing Wang Feng to feel pain in his eardrums. He turned his power to protect himself, and at the same time urged the soul of destiny to ensure that he was clear and free from this terrifying force. The power of sacrifice.

After this voice sounded, Wang Feng found that the people of the Litian tribe were all trembling, their heads stuck to the ground, and they didn't dare to raise their heads to take a look.

At the same time, from the mouths of the five elders, there were also bursts of ancient notes. This is the unique ritual of the Litian tribe. Even if Wang Feng tried his best to understand the meaning of the ritual, he still couldn't understand it.

With the sound of this sacrifice, the ancient cauldron trembled more and more, as if it was driving the entire earth, causing the ground in this area to tremble slightly.

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