There is a cloud of white clouds in the sky, a simple chime pestle on the white clouds, the largest chime is as high as 300 zhang, and the smallest one is also ten zhang in size.
Two people of the Kuafu clan dressed in gorgeous clothes, holding bells made of pure gold, stood on the white clouds and gently rang the bells, and the melodious sound of the bells spread thousands of miles.
Around the cloud where the chime is located, on a circle of circular clouds, dozens of python skin drums emit a faint brilliance and levitate on it.
The drum surface of each drum has a diameter of 100 zhang, and more than 100 people of the Kuafu clan stand next to the war drum, beating the war drum very slowly and powerfully, and the low drum sound is also resounding in the sky.
On the earth stood a huge altar, thousands of feet high and twenty miles in radius.
A circle of trenches with a width of 100 zhang was dug around the altar, and the flames burned in the trenches, and countless wizards in black robes ran back and forth, pouring a dustpan of spices into it, and the naked eye could see that the purple and cyan cigarette smoke rushed out of the flames, turning into a cloud of incense and firmly enveloping the entire altar.
In each of the four directions, a long staircase crossed the burning trench to the top of the altar.
Dressed in heavy armor and lined with a cloak embroidered with the patterns of mountains and rivers and the stars of the Great Sun, Di Shun stood high on the edge of the altar and looked at the rising sun in the east.
Ji Hao and his party put on extremely formal and luxurious robes, and according to the guidance of the Grand Wizard of the Witch Palace, who was in charge of the rituals of the ceremony, they walked quickly to the altar from a distance.
Countless men and women and goddesses dressed in gorgeous costumes from all directions were solemn, clapping the neat procession, rushing to the altar like a black and oppressive tide, and the sound of low footsteps shook the ground faintly.
High in the air, thousands of golden dragons with wings on their backs flew proudly, and these dragons let out a high-pitched dragon groan, shattering the remaining clouds in the sky, leaving only a clear and green sky.
A low and powerful rebuke sounded in all directions, and the great wizards of the Witch Hall looked at each other with lightning precision, pointing out where everyone should stand.
The crowd, which was as turbulent as the tide of the sea, quickly quieted down, and everyone took their places, looking up at Di Shun standing on the altar.
So far away.
Ji Hao's eyes were sharp, and he saw at a glance a trace of indescribable anxiety and fatigue hidden under Di Shun's solemn and solemn complexion.
It seems that things are not going well.
The Battle of Mt.
Akasaka.
After Emperor Shakti Yama announced his retirement, it was actually over.
But Ji Hao escorted so many captives all the way, and it took so long to return to Pusaka, and he spent so many days in Qiongxue Palace before Emperor Shun returned with a group of high-level Terran leaders.
It can be seen that in Mt.
Akasaka, there must be something unknown happening.
Ji Hao and a few companions were arranged in the closest place to the altar.
Just a few zhang away from Ji Hao's side, there were Ji Wenming, Hua Xulie, Lie Shan Kang and others with equally tense faces.
A little farther away, Ji Hao also met Xi Xi, Gao Tao and other human ministers.
To Ji Hao's surprise, the breath on Ji Xi's body seemed to be a little loose, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.
This made Ji Hao very puzzled, Ji Xi did not participate in the battle of Akasaka Mountain, who did he fight with to get injured like this Ji Xi is definitely a great power above the Witch Emperor.
With the divine power that can almost be reborn with blood, with his strength, his breath will become so restless, it can be seen that the injury is extremely serious, and it is difficult for him to recover quickly with his Witch Emperor's power.
Rather, there was an unknown conflict in Kamakuma Ji Hao squinted, his gaze swept over several Terran ministers beside him, Gao Tao seemed to have injuries on his body, and several Ji Hao around Gao Tao didn't know him, but the clothes on his body were similar to Gao Tao.
Obviously, the middle-aged man who is also a heavy minister of the king of people, and their breath is also a little unstable.
These days, something really big is happening.
Ji Hao put his hands in his sleeves and sucked in the screen.
Standing there quietly, his divine consciousness opened like a big net, condescendingly overlooking the scene of the entire sacrifice ceremony.
There was a crowd of people coming from behind, and they were all dressed in fancy clothes.
Basically, where Ji Hao is, the circle of people closest to the altar.
The clothing is mainly yellow.
To the south of the altar, there are nearly 100,000 people densely packed, and the clothes are mainly red.
To the north of the altar, there were also nearly 100,000 people, dressed in black.
To the east of the altar, a large crowd of people is dressed and decorated.
To the west of the altar, a standing crowd of people dressed in white.
The five directions and five colors are also similar to the ancient traditions of the Middle Continent World and the Four Desolation Continents.
As so many uniformly dressed people stood together, an inexplicable solemn and sacred aura suddenly appeared, turning into a heavy pressure that made people breathless.
There was a loud bang, the bells and drums on the clouds rang in unison, a firelight rushed straight into the sky, and a blazing flame flew out of the firelight, gradually condensing into the figure of Zhu Rong.
Dressed in a red robe, Zhu Rong's solemn expression fell on the altar, holding a scroll made of dragon skin in both hands, solemnly bowing to the sky, and then singing a melody, simple and desolate song.
Wearing heavy armor, Di Shun pressed his hands on his chest and saluted to the sky solemnly.
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In all directions, hundreds of thousands of people who are qualified to participate in the ceremony of sacrificing to the heavens, envoys and high-level officials from all parts of the four wildernesses, have knelt on the ground like Emperor Shun, towering to the heavens and ceremonial earth, and many people still don't know what they are talking about.
Ji Hao was silent, and followed these people carelessly.
Pu Han's ceremony of sacrificing to heaven and earth is much more complicated than the ceremony of Jinwubu's sacrifice to heaven and earth and ancestral spirits, at least there are more than ten times more processes in the ceremony.
Ji Hao didn't have much interest in these things, in short, what others did, he followed suit, stiff like a marionette.
Zhu Rong is a big sacrificial wine, and at the sacrificial ceremony, even Di Shun acted according to his recommendations.
After a complicated procedure, Zhu Rong opened the scroll in his hand and recited the sacrifice to the heavens aloud.
First of all, Zhu Rong thanked the heavens, earth, ghosts and gods and the ancestral spirits of the human race for their protection, and then began to praise the magnificent martial arts achieved by Akasaka Mountain, and finally paid tribute to the Terran warriors who fell in the first battle of Akasaka Mountain, praying that they could continue to protect the people of the human race after becoming ghosts and gods.
Countless people who participated in the sacrificial ceremony prayed in unison, and the loud voice was wrapped in a huge power that rushed straight into the sky, Ji Hao faintly felt that there was some indescribable mysterious existence in the sky that suddenly appeared, and the magnificent power that contained the beliefs of countless people was quietly absorbed by this mysterious existence.
The scroll in Zhu Rong's hand burned, and a wisp of green smoke went straight to the sky, and the mysterious existence swallowed this wisp of green smoke, and then the sky was full of light and light out of thin air, shining so brightly that the world of Pusaka was clear.
"Sacrifice" Zhu Rongshi shouted loudly, and the bloodiest scene of the sacrifice ceremony began.
A large and carefully selected animal was driven up and cleanly stabbed to the ground by a black-clad wizard with a stone knife in hand.
Bands of captured alien warriors were dragged up, and in their terrible cries, heavily armed Terran warriors chopped them over, squirting their blood into the burning trenches.
The wind swept up all around, and some hazy figures could be seen looming, enjoying the sacrificial beast souls, human souls, and the strong essence and blood breath.
To be continued
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