Chapter 623 Sacrifice Ceremony
Baili Qingcheng looked at Mu Jin's terrifying face and felt a chill in her heart. The biting chill around her body penetrated into his pores from all directions and penetrated into his bones. It was like standing in the coldest month of winter. The frost extended all the way from his bones to his limbs, causing his hand holding the sword to tremble slightly.
"If it weren't for you, Wei Yuanwei would not have died!" Mu Jin roared in a voice like the god of death.
Mu Jin's eyes were full of hatred, cruelty and bloodlust.
Such a look had not appeared on Mu Jin's face for a long time.
Mu Jin's word "kill" instantly caused the war to become intense again.
Baili Qingcheng thought Mu Jin would definitely lose this time.
However, as soon as Mu Jin said those words, Mu Jin's power seemed to be inspired, and the situation suddenly took a huge turn.
Baili Qingcheng always thought that he would win in terms of numbers, but he always ignored one thing. This was a battlefield designed by Mu Jin, and Mu Jin naturally controlled everything.
When Shang Li had almost cleaned up the people here, he found Feng Yin who was hiding under the bed.
Feng Yin trembled all over, covering his ears hard, with a very ferocious and fearful expression on his face.
Seeing Feng Yin like this, Shang Li slapped Feng Yin and knocked him unconscious.
When Shang Li brought Feng Yin to the lake, countless corpses were lying on the green grass, and the bright red blood dyed the entire soil and grass into the color of rouge.
Very shocking.
With a "click" sound, the Maitreya Buddha mask on Baili Qingcheng's face fell from her face and broke into two halves.
A drop of blood flowed from his forehead. Those sharp eyes looked at Mu Jin in front of him in disbelief. He opened his dry and white lips and wanted to say something. However, before the words could be spoken, Baili Qingcheng was stunned. He fell stunned in front of Mu Jin.
Shang Li looked at Mu Jin's pair of ghostly blood-colored eyes and stared at the corpse for a long time.
He had only seen Mu Jin like this twice. The first time was after Zhu Er's death, and the second time was this time.
The wind blew, and the air was filled with the sweet smell of blood. A corner of Mu Jin's blood-stained crescent white dress was lifted by the wind, like a peony petal in full bloom, gorgeous and gorgeous.
Shang Li walked up to Mu Jin, threw Feng Yin on his shoulder to the ground, and looked at Mu Jin with eyes that were also full of killing.
It's like asking, more like consulting.
However, Mu Jin's blood-colored eyes jumped directly over Shang Li's body, and walked past Shang Li with a strong murderous intent.
Is it only Wei Yuanwei who can make Mu Jin become like this?
Shang Li glanced at Feng Yin on the ground, and then left here with Mu Jin.
Wei Yuanwei's sleeping body was like a leaf drifting with the current, letting the lake water sweep her body into a deeper whirlpool.
The moment she entered the vortex, Wei Iris's body emitted two dazzling red lights, which reflected from the bottom of the lake to the surface of the lake.
However, in just a few seconds, the red light quickly disappeared.
The hole that caused the whirlpool also closed up in an instant and returned to its original state, as if the hole had never appeared before.
A waterfall as thick as the mouth of a vat flows down from the green top of the mountain, like a long silver silk that never ends, hanging upside down from the goddess's loom.
The flying explosion hit the shore rocks and stirred up thousands of water splashes, which turned into colorful water drops in the sunlight.
And on the waterfall stream that flows straight down, stands a huge and serious sculpture with a human face, about two stories high.
In front of the sculpture, a crowd of people knelt uniformly, stretching from the front of the stream to the bottom of three thousand steps. They straightened their backs and knelt between the rocks and the stream, their expressions solemn and solemn.
During this period, in addition to the sound of streams and bursts of birdsong, even the sound of breathing was extremely cautious.
Today is the annual sacrificial ceremony of the Hidden World Family. Members of the Hidden World Family kneel down in order in front of the sculpture according to their positions and status.
The closer one is to the tribe of the sculpture, the more important their status becomes.
The clear and green pool of water they knelt down in front of was the door for the hidden family to enter and exit the outside world.
It is this seemingly unremarkable pond that separates the outside world from the Hidden Family. For a hundred years, people from the outside world have tried their best to find the Hidden Family, but there are many people in the Hidden Family. I want to leave the hidden family through this deep pool.
However, this is a pool full of myths and legends. Only those holding the spirit beads can make a whirlpool rise in the pool. Once the vortex is generated, a hole connecting to the outside world will appear at the bottom of the pool.
This is why people from the outside world can never find the door to the hidden family. Even if they find it accidentally, without the protection of the spirit beads, they will eventually be drowned alive in the bottom of the lake.
People who hold the spirit beads can return to the hidden family from the outside world, but not all people who hold the spirit beads leave the hidden family through the whirlpool of the pool.
If you want to forcefully leave the hidden family and open the whirlpool hole to the outside world, then it will be a dead end!
As for why the annual sacrificial ceremony is held today, it is because no one can open the whirlpool door of the pool today.
Standing on top of the waterfall flowing down, stood three high priests wearing large sacrificial robes, with gray hair and solemn and solemn faces.
When one of the high priests stepped forward and was about to announce the start of the sacrificial ceremony.
Countless small whirlpools appeared in the calm water, and slowly these small whirlpools converged into a large whirlpool.
The originally quiet sacrificial ceremony suddenly became even quieter due to the appearance of this whirlpool.
The three high priests standing on the top of the mountain all had solemn expressions on their faces. The clan leaders and family heads kneeling in front of the human-faced statue all had surprised and solemn expressions on their faces when they saw the whirlpool rising in the pool.
Who can forcefully open the whirlpool door to the outside world?
The three high priests stared closely at the movement of the pool, and the solemn scene became more depressing and breathless.
When the whirlpool disappeared, a woman wearing a flower-scattering shirt emerged from the bottom of the pool.
"This is what happens if you forcefully open the whirlpool door!" The high priest took a look at the "corpse" that emerged and solemnly announced.
When everyone lowered their heads again, the surprise on their faces returned to piety.
The "corpse" floating in the water seemed to have woken up from a dream. Wei Yuanwei raised her head from the water and looked at the scene in front of her with a pair of clear eyes. The fear and despair had not faded from her eyes, but in an instant they turned into Surprise and confusion.
Her long wet hair was tightly stuck to the back and forehead of her head, and water droplets dripped from the top of her head into her eyes like sweat. However, Wei Yuanwei, who was in shock, had no time to blink.