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Chapter 309 Sacrifice

Outside Binguan, there is a high platform built on the mountain facing the capital city in the north.

There is a huge incense case on the high platform. In front of the incense case are the golden bodies of the successive emperors of the Xia Dynasty. The surface of the golden bodies exudes a faint cyan halo, which is the effect of divine magic.

It all looks so peaceful, except that the surface of the high platform made of white jade is covered with a layer of sticky blood. In front of the incense burner, a priest wearing a light yellow robe is chanting prayers, with a pious expression on his face. A little crazy.

In front of the sacrificial altar, two captains wearing armor were holding down two fox demons. The fox demons looked similar to Hu Qianqian in appearance, but their fur was a little dry and light red in color. They were pinned to the ground. Their eyes were ashen, and it seemed that their thoughts were controlled to prevent them from peeing when they were sacrificed alive.

In their minds, perhaps the picture in front of them is still very beautiful at this moment, because their furry ears are constantly wagging and their tails are wagging back and forth.

The people passing through Binguan were divided into two groups. One group of people knelt around the high platform with great piety, chanting prayers in a low voice along with the priest, while the other group watched indifferently from a distance.

As the halo on the surface of the emperor's golden body became stronger and stronger, the prayers recited by the priests and the people around the platform became more and more high-pitched.

In the world of inspiration that Wang Ping saw, an invisible golden thread fell from the distant sky and was connected to the golden bodies of these emperors. There seemed to be an indifferent consciousness sweeping over everything around him.

At this time, the school captain raised his knife and cut off the heads of the two fox demons. Blood sprayed all over the school captain's body, but the school captain turned a blind eye and had no idea of ​​using spiritual energy to stop the bleeding. The blood flowed along the high platform. Traces of blood flowed around, occasionally flowing out of the high platform and into the blood tank below.

The emperor's golden body seemed to be attracted by the blood, or perhaps attracted by the piety of the people and soldiers. It emitted streams of golden light and penetrated into their bodies. Some crazy believers knelt on the ground to worship.

"Their thoughts have become very strange. Before the sacrifice, their emotions were peaceful and stable. Now they are extremely kind, and sometimes they are extremely malicious. Some even look like murderous demons, but they are actually ordinary people nearby. common people.”

Yu Lian communicated with Wang Ping in the spiritual sea: "Their thoughts have been polluted, and this area can no longer be saved. Only by destroying it again may there be a glimmer of hope."

When she exchanged these words, there was obvious hostility in her thoughts. This may be because she was on good terms with Hu Qianqian, and seeing demons like Hu Qianqian being sacrificed so indifferently made her naturally generated hostility and hatred.

Wang Ping just watched indifferently, watching the half-collapsed spirituality in the inspiration world, watching the golden halo eagerly absorbing the power of faith, and also driving the luck of the area.

Half an hour later.

After the sacrificial ceremony ended, the two captains carried the bloody head and body through their dedicated pass and entered the pass.

Wang Ping also walked over and lined up to wait for inspection.

There were many people waiting in line because they had all been watching the excitement. While waiting in line, Wang Ping saw some young people wearing light yellow robes explaining the benefits of sacrificial activities to some people from other places who did not participate in the sacrificial activities.

It took two quarters of an hour for Wang Ping to pass the interrogation at the pass. He still had to pay one tael of silver to enter the customs. Because Wang Ping was still a member of the Daozang Hall, he only had to pay 2 taels of silver for an ordinary person.

Entering the pass, the first thing you see is a huge queue waiting to leave the pass. Most of them are merchants, so there are a lot of mules and horses. The smell formed by gathering together is disgusting, but whether they are the surrounding people or traders, , or maybe some noble people didn't feel any discomfort.

After walking through the queue, I saw a small town built on the cliffs on both sides. The people living here are mainly military families. There is also a military camp in the city.

The cliffs on both sides of this place are too high, resulting in insufficient sunlight, making the place that should be dry feel slightly humid. What is even more unbearable is that there is a thick smell of rotting blood in the city. It is the smell of the 'sacrifice' on the edge of the town. Many willow trees are planted outside the town, and they hang the heads and corpses just after the sacrifice. On the willow tree.

After years of gathering, some corpses and heads have turned into bones, turning the willow forest area into a land of bones, and most of them are human skeletons. The two fox monsters that were sacrificed just now are hanging on the road. A willow tree not far away was still slowly dripping with blood.

"Spiritual stability, no pollution, no plague." Yulian said softly.

Wang Ping slowly turned his attention to a military flag planted in the center of the willow forest. It was connected to a sacrificial array underground. The spirituality and flesh and blood of these corpses were completely absorbed by the sacrificial array below. Over hundreds of years, The energy accumulated since then has been comparable to a spell of a third-level monk.

Under normal circumstances, the underground sacrificial array can also be used as a power supply point for some necessary arrays at the pass.

"It's the Taiyin evil cultivator's sacrificial circle, and there's a little bit of the 'First Day' in it. It's really ironic. We're tracking the Taiyin evil cultivator and the 'First Day' everywhere, but here is such a sacrificial array openly appearing. Formation."

Next to Wang Ping, a wandering Taoist priest who was also wearing a blue robe spoke in a low voice. This was a foundation-building monk. He should have practiced in a Taoist temple in the south like Wang Ping and came here for the first time.

He was not chatting with Wang Ping. After speaking, he walked towards the town ahead.

Wang Ping did not stop any longer and walked toward the town at a moderate speed. The buildings in the town were mostly made of stones. There were some marks on the left side of each courtyard gate, which should be used to distinguish soldiers from different camps of the army. .

Towards the north of the city, the small courtyards where individuals live gradually become fewer and fewer, turning into various bars and wine shops, where laughter can be heard constantly.

Wang Ping couldn't help but look at the sky. In the area of ​​​​the Inspiration World that relied on the cliffs, there were some twisted spiritual creatures. They were happily absorbing the spirituality emanating from people's desires.

"Don't care about them?" Yu Lian asked.

"Why do we need to control it?" Wang Ping asked.

While the two were communicating, Wang Ping had already walked out of the town. In front of him was the end of this narrow corridor. To ordinary monks, this road seemed to be a dirty place, but for most people, it was a place of survival and communication. The faces of the vendors here are full of expectation, and the faces of the people passing by are full of satisfaction.

Of course, the premise is not to look at those enslaved people.

After walking out of the narrow path, the late autumn sun seemed to finally break out of the clouds and shine warmly on me.

"Snapped!"

An ordinary citizen in the front whipped his serf. The commoner used his serf as an ox and horse to pull a two-wheeled truck loaded with grain for him.

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