Campus belle's cultivation master

The sacrificial platform has been thoroughly cleaned out, with a length of more than 10 meters and a width of more than 10 meters. The surface is crisscrossed with ditches, winding around the bronze statue converging to the center.

"Master, this is it." Wang Yuanlang stood under the sacrificial platform and made a gesture of invitation.

The black robed man walked up the mottled stone steps step by step, and Miyamoto Saito and Wang Yuanlang in the rear looked at each other and closely followed each other.

They followed the black robed man all the way to the bronze statue in the center of the altar.

The surface of the bronze statue, which is about two meters high, is rusty. It must have gone through endless years. It has been rotten and can only be discerned. It is a god statue with human face and snake body.

"Is this the gate of eternity?" The black robed man looked around, lowered his head and murmured to himself. He seemed to be disappointed with the scale here. The altar in his imagination should be bigger and more magnificent, rather than such a small family.

In other words, compared with the imagination in his mind, the altar seen today is like a miniature version.

Wang Yuanlang glanced at Miyamoto Saito. The latter rushed over and said with a smile: "it's true that this is the eternal gate recorded in ancient books. This is the origin of the inheritance of nuyu."

As he spoke, he pointed to the rusty bronze statue and said, "as far as we know, this is the God of Zhongshan in the myth, the candle dragon, also known as the candle nine Yin《 According to dahuangjing, the candle dragon came from the extremely cold and overcast place, which is what we usually think of as.... "

"The nether world." The black robed man took over Miyamoto Saito's words and breathed a sigh of relief. The withered hand hidden under the sleeve of the robe trembled. "That's why the legend has always been spread in the Chinese spiritual world. The candle dragon is the mount of the Ming emperor and has the power to control life and death."

Saito Miyamoto nodded, slightly bowed and said: "master Mingjian."

"Master." Wang Yuanlang pointed to the ditch on the surface of the earth and opened his mouth low. "What we have never been able to understand is the meaning of these runes..."

Facing the confused eyes of Wang Yuanlang and Miyamoto Saito, the black robed man was silent for a while, and then his hoarse voice sounded in their ears: "there is no need to understand its meaning, this ditch is used for blood sacrifice... Only with blood as a guide, can we open the door of eternity."

ten minutes later.

The old horse, who followed the man in black robe for a long distance and made great contributions, was led to the altar. It had a loud nose and its hooves clattered on the stone.

With a long knife in his hand, the strong man stepped back two steps, and with full strength, he cut himself off.

Poof!

The big head of the old horse flew out. The red blood, like a fountain, gushed out from the smooth fracture of his neck and flowed into the ditch on the surface of the altar.

Heipaoren, Wang Yuanlang, Miyamoto Saito and dozens of others stood quietly on the small slope outside the altar, watching the scene silently.

Ten seconds, twenty seconds, one minute

The horse's body stopped twitching and the blood stopped flowing, but there was no change in the altar.

Xiuzhen, who was holding a knife to chop the horse's head, stood in the same place and turned his head to look at other people with a blank look.

Wang Yuanlang and Miyamoto Saito look at each other, and they all look at the black robed man. They are full of doubts, but they don't dare to ask.

Could it be that the leader's flag fell down and was beaten in the face so quickly?

"Ha ha." With a low sneer, the black robed man slowly moved forward and said, "you know, what is the essence of blood sacrifice?"

Wang Yuanlang and Miyamoto Saito do not know why he suddenly asked, is it to find a place for themselves?

So they shook their heads together. Wang Yuanlang said in a respectful voice, "my subordinates are ignorant. Please give me some advice."

"The most important thing to respect God is sincerity." The black robed man's hoarse voice contains a trace of ridicule, "blood sacrifice is to show an attitude, willing to offer the most precious things to God. What is the most precious thing? Life, of course

Wang Yuanlang puzzled: "but we have not..."

"An animal? Are you kidding? " The voice of the black robed man falls, and the dry hand hidden under the sleeve of the robe turns suddenly.

Whoosh!

Wang Yuanlang's knife hummed and trembled in the sheath. It immediately came out of the sheath, turned into a silver light and swept across the air.

The man standing on the altar didn't know what was going on, so his head flew out high, blood rose three meters high, and immediately spilled on the altar.

Boom!

With the blood flowing into the ditch, the altar seemed to have a spirit in an instant. It rose like a mountain and stopped suddenly.

"See?" The black robed man slowly turned around, looked at the gaping Wang Yuanlang and Miyamoto Saito, and said with a smile, "I need people, a lot of people. Catch all the men, women, old and young in the stockade, live sacrifice! Fill all the ditches with blood

As the voice fell, the man in black robe quickly stepped aside and raised his hand to draw in the void.

It's too late!

The sack opened a hole, revealing a withered figure like a corpse. It was the girl.

The black robed man leaned down, and the palm of his hand, which was covered with white bones, grabbed the girl's neck and lifted her up: "do you feel it? This is the place to give you eternal life! Around, back to the starting point! I will take all this from you and create my immortal Empire instead! Cross Kyushu and sweep the world! "

Deep in the amber pupil of the girl, there is a bright scarlet glow, just like a faint flame, trembling and swaying

Three days later.

Wang yunmiao's motorcade arrived at shuangmi town in western Yunnan, where he found a contact person and bought a large number of livestock. Camel carried goods into the mountain.

"It's almost there, isn't it? What's your uncle going to do with me? Kill me? " When asked this sentence, Chen Yanran is riding on horseback, beautiful face with a touch of light banter.

"Miss Chen, I promise that no one will hurt you." Wang Cheng took the reins and swore in a determined tone.

Chen Yanran looked around with a low sneer, but she saw that hundreds of livestock lined up in a long line on the winding mountain road, with heavy goods on their backs.

It was a precision scientific research instrument that was transported from Yanjing this time. It was disassembled in advance. After arriving at the destination, it was reassembled by researchers and put into use.

Limited by the primitive means of transportation, only a small part of the equipment was transported this time. It is estimated that in the next half month, the Wangs will have to go back and forth several times before they can transport all the instruments to the depth of the mountain. At that time, it is the real completion of the task.

"It's almost there at last." Chen Yanran took back her eyes from a distance and thought silently in her heart, "that guy, where did he hide? He agreed to take others out, but he didn't see a shadow for several days..."

Wang Cheng saw Chen Yanran's heavy hearted appearance, and he couldn't wait to be gallant: "Miss Chen, are you thirsty? Do you want to drink hot water?"

Chen Yanran frowned impatiently: "don't bother me!"

Wang Cheng: "Oh."