When the first red light from the east shone on the Jinwu Mountains, the clansmen of the Fire Crow tribe had already climbed outside the ancestral temple on the mountainside of the Jinwu Mountains.
The sun was shining, the huge fire crows were hovering and chirping in the air, and several old and unbearable crows with all their fire feathers had fallen off, leaving only the shriveled crows lazily poking their heads out of the huge nest, overlooking the fire crow tribesmen on the mountainside, and there was also a silent cry.
Ji Hao stood with a group of children on the flat ground outside the ancestral temple.
The ancestral temple of the Fire Raven Department was built on the mountainside of the Jinwu Mountains, under a cliff with a height of thousands of feet, a boxy hole was dug out, and a hundred zhang long Yong Road was walked, which was the sleeping place of the most sacred ancestral spirit of the Fire Raven Department.
A group of clansmen kept coming up and stood neatly in the square outside the ancestral temple.
All of them looked solemn, and there was an indescribable solemnity and fanaticism in their eyes.
Many witch priests and elders held huge jade plates in their hands, and the discs carved from the finest jade were full of gold nuggets, jade nuggets and other rare offerings.
Ji Hao looked at it, the jewels of these witch sacrifices and the tributes in the hands of the elders were eye-catching, and many of them were rare and foreign objects Ji Hao didn't say he had seen them, and he hadn't even heard of them.
These things are all dazzling, and there are even powerful aura fluctuations that spread, and even trigger various visions of the glow and clouds, which are obviously rare treasures.
When the sun showed its entire face from the eastern mountain, Ji Kui, the Great Witch Priest of the Fire Raven Tribe, slowly walked out of the crowd, and the countless Fire Raven tribesmen standing on the mountainside platform let out cheers at the same time.
Wearing a dragon skin, a helmet made of a dragon skull, and a necklace made of hundreds of sharp animal teeth around his neck, Ji Kui, who was holding a blood jade short sword, walked to the entrance of the temple and waved to the crowd majestically.
Thousands of tribes from the Fire Raven Tribe, who led their clansmen to participate in the decennial ancestor worship ceremony, walked out one after another, neatly lined up behind Ji Kui, knelt on the ground towards the entrance of the dark ancestral temple, and neatly recited ancient and obscure incantations.
There was an ancient and cold fluctuation in the air that began to ripple, and Ji Hao shivered, and subconsciously glanced around.
This feeling is as if there are several ghosts with cold bodies clinging to the body, from the body to the soul.
Screams and wails suddenly came, and thousands of tall and burly warriors, led by Ji Xia, snatched out of the crowd and grabbed thousands of slaves who were constantly struggling and screaming.
The slaves were skinny and skinny, covered with the scars of the whipping, and their cloudy eyes were filled with fear and despair.
"The miscellaneous fragments of the Fire Raven Tribe, our Black Water Snake Department and you will never die" "Ah, my father is an elder, and my father is an elder of the Black Water Snake Clan" "Great ancestral spirit, now take my soul, don't let my soul be devoured by the evil spirits of the alien race" A group of slaves roared angrily and struggled, but they were tied up by beast tendons and ropes, and they struggled with all their strength, and they couldn't get rid of the control of Ji Xia and the others.
Soon, a man who yelled that his father was a slave of the elder of the Black Water Snake was pressed down in front of Ji Kui.
"The son of the Elder of the Black Water Snake Minister, our ancestors, will gladly accept your souls," Ji Kui smiled coldly, and pressed his thin palm on the slave who was a head taller than himself.
The slave howled miserably, his body softened, and the blood jade short sword in Ji Kui's hand sank deep into his heart, several mysterious runes on the short sword flickered, and a wave of heat continued to pour out of the short sword.
With a snort, the slave's body twitched violently, and soon his tall and burly body shrank and collapsed, and in the blink of an eye, all the essence in his body was drained by the short sword, and the tall body turned into a piece of flying ash and scattered.
The slaves who were escorted up witnessed this terrible scene, and one by one they yelled harder and harder, and some even cried out in fright.
Ji Kui ruthlessly killed one slave after another on the spot, absorbing the blood of thousands of slaves, the blood jade short sword in his hand was already so red that it was about to drip blood, the mysterious runes on the blade of the sword became more and more shining and dazzling, and the rolling heat wave smoked the fire crow tribesmen standing on the mountainside sweating.
The witch priests kneeling on the ground all had red faces, and the voices of chanting incantations became louder and louder.
Suddenly a strong wind blew from the entrance of the ancestral temple, and the howling wind swirled around the feet of each clansman.
Ji Hao clenched his fists and looked at Ji Kui.
It was only a small sacrifice once every ten years, and less than 10,000 slaves were killed.
In the case of the legendary once-in-a-century festival, the Fire Raven would slaughter more than 100,000 slaves at a time.
But after only killing thousands of people, the blood jade short sword had become extremely strange, like a blood-colored sun suspended in front of Ji Kui, constantly emitting terrifying heat.
The light emitted by the short sword slowly scaled, as if the heart was beating, making people feel that the blood light was filled with powerful and rich life essence.
Ji Hao was already very clear about the process of the ancestor worship ceremony of the Fire Raven Department, and after killing the slaves in front of the ancestral temple, absorbing all their blood and souls, he sent them to the ancestral temple together with a large number of rare treasures and dedicated them to the altar.
The magical existence in the ancestral temple, perhaps the soul of the ancestor of the Fire Raven Tribe, or other unknown things, will devour the essence blood and soul in the blood jade short sword, devour the treasures of heaven and earth in other sacrifices, and finally give a certain gift to the person who sacrificed.
This gift is random, depending on the mind of the ancestors.
In the history of the Fire Raven Division, there was a newborn child, because of the appreciation of the ancestral spirit, all the gifts of that great sacrifice fell on him alone, and directly let the newborn child open up more than a hundred witch dens and have the power of the Great Witch Realm.
And that child, in the end, also grew up to be the last witch emperor of the Fire Raven Tribe.
Holding the blood jade short sword, Ji Kui was about to turn around and walk into the ancestral temple, when Ji Shu let out a loud shout and walked out of his clan.
"Great Witch Sacrifice, in front of the ancestral spirit, I, Ji Shu, as the descendant of the ancestral spirit, have something to say."
Ji Kui's old shriveled face twitched, and he looked at Ji Shu coldly and said in a deep voice: "According to the rules of the ancestral spirit, at the ancestor worship ceremony, any clansman can take out and say anything if he has anything."
But Ji Shu, if what you say is not important, you will have to bear the wrath of the ancestral spirit, you know?"
Ji Shu bowed to Ji Kui, and nodded with a smile on his face to the dead clansmen around him: "What I said, of course, is very important.
This is also for the sake of the entire Fire Raven Ministry, some people who are not qualified to occupy high positions, he should leave his position. ” Raising his arms high, the knotted muscles under his fair skin were beating like angry pythons, Ji Shu said loudly: "Ji Xia, eldest brother, you are the leader of the warriors who protect the Holy Land, that is, the leader of all the warriors of more than a thousand tribes in our Fire Raven Tribe, but your current strength, are you still worthy of this position?"
Waving his arm vigorously, Ji Shu shouted: "According to the rules of the Southern Wilderness, according to the rules formulated by the ancestors, Brother Ji Xia, I challenge you not to blame me, this is also for the good of the entire Fire Raven Department" Ji Xia snorted heavily, and walked in front of Ji Shu with a spear.
But before Ji Xia could speak, Ji Hao had already shouted loudly, and a crisp voice resounded throughout the audience: "Abba, slow down.
Uncle Ji Shu, don't forget, I also made an appointment with Ji Wu."
"In front of so many clansmen, in front of the ancestral spirit, Ji Wu and I have a fight to fight" sjgsf0916: