The next day, the sky was dark and rainy.

At night, in the open space behind the mountain, the lights are brightly lit. A group of warriors from the wilderness tribe wearing animal skins and wearing colorful masks that look ferocious, like ghosts and beasts, dance around bonfires and perform Nuo operas.

In the middle of the bonfires, a huge earth altar protruded. The second elder of Zhangqiu led several wizards in black robes to kneel on the ground and muttered words.

On the giant wooden table of the earth altar, fruits, vegetables and beasts are piled up into a hill, and green smoke is curled up into a ball.

The whole scene was extremely lively.

Nuo sacrifice originated from the totem worship of primitive society, which was used to drive away ghosts and diseases, sacrifice to gods and dance ghosts, and honor gods and fulfill their wishes. It was widely spread in the wilderness of southwest China.

Especially after the "blood sacrifice trend" became popular, Nuo opera, which was already used to communicate with ghosts and gods, and to honor gods and fulfill their wishes, became even more popular and became one of the media methods for communicating with Litian witches and gods.

The Zhangqiu people have long been accustomed to this scene.

However, many members of the Zhangqiu tribe looked at each other today, and secretly drummed in their hearts.

Recently, they have been busy with internal strife and running around, but they have not captured any monsters, goblins, or sacrificed anything.

For a time, the tribesmen were talking a lot.

Among the crowd, the young boy Xiaoyun looked calm and walked slowly to the Zhangqiu clan leader, looking at his father quietly.

The Zhangqiu clan chief felt ashamed. When his son looked over, he did not dare to look at him and subconsciously turned his head away.

"Dad, is this Nuo opera prepared for me?"

Xiaoyun had no expression on his face. He looked at his father and then at the clan members. He saw that all of them had expressions of astonishment on their faces, so he continued:

"You want to sacrifice my blood and sacrifice me to the Witch God Li Tian?"

boom!

When the people around Zhangqiu saw the young man Xiaoyun telling the truth, their expressions changed drastically and they seemed a little panicked.

"Xiaoyun, you"

"Haha~"

Xiaoyun smiled sadly and said seriously:

"Yesterday, you adults were discussing something. I heard it clearly. You wanted to trade me for the [Witch God Yin Pill]."

After saying that, the young man Xiaoyun ignored everyone and focused his gaze on his father. He had a stern look on his face, but he was a little nervous inside, expecting something.

However, to his disappointment, the Zhangqiu patriarch stood straight on the spot, silent and trembling slightly.

In fact, at this moment, the leader of the Zhangqiu clan was in great torment. The child's hopeful gaze was like a sharp blade, making his heart bleed. What did he want to explain?

However, no matter what he said, it all seemed pale and feeble.

As a clan leader, the reproduction of the race is above all else. What he does is the most basic survival rule in this wild and wild world. When the end of the line is reached, it is also common to "change children to eat".

As a "father", he has no shame to speak, and whatever he says is an evil deed that will strike like thunder from heaven.

"Haha~"

The young man smiled sadly, feeling sad in his heart.

Having grown up in the wilderness, he is very familiar with the laws of survival. When he was a child, he had seen his childhood playmates "suddenly" disappear many times. As a child who was born and raised in the wilderness, he was accustomed to blood sacrifices.

Even if one day, fate falls on you.

The reason why he asked was because what he wanted was for his father to say "no" even if it didn't happen in the end.

Unfortunately

"I see"

The young man Xiaoyun took a deep look at his father, pursed his lips, and walked forward without saying anything else.

Upon seeing the young man's actions, the Zhangqiu tribesmen's expressions changed. They thought Xiaoyun wanted to escape. However, to their surprise, the young man Xiaoyun walked straight to the high altar with a determined expression, like a wounded wolf.

, without looking back, one step at a time.

Seeing this scene, the Zhangqiu people all fell silent.

"Boom!"

After a thunderous sound, black wind rolled and whistled in the open space behind the mountain.

The evil wind is billowing, and the evil spirit is awe-inspiring.

This is clearly a sign before the arrival of the Witch God.

If it were an ordinary blood sacrifice, the boys and girls would stand on a high platform, waiting for their fate to come, and each one would be frightened and call to their parents loudly, crying so loudly that the sound was loud, begging their parents to be gentle and take them home.

However, the young man Xiaoyun looked calm and stood on the high platform. The dark wind was blowing, making the sleeves of the young man on the high platform rustle. He was like a strong grass in the wind, stubborn, aloof and persevering.

Perhaps the communication spell of the second elder Zhangqiu worked, and the wind in the valley became more and more violent.

"boom!"

After a harsh tearing sound, an extremely twisted hole was torn out of thin air in the void above the valley.

It was extremely narrow at first, only about the size of a palm.

Immediately, the twisting crack grew larger and larger, and in the blink of an eye, a large irregular void hole with a radius of several feet appeared, constantly sucking in something.

Not long after, a giant black figure slowly emerged from the cave. It had the body of a sheep and giant twisted horns above its head. It was ten feet tall, suspended high in the sky, blocking the clouds and the sun.

The sky was already dark, and at this moment, the valley became even darker.

The Zhangqiu people in the valley were frightened when they saw the tall and majestic ghosts and gods. Without saying a word, they all knelt down and prostrated on the ground. The sound of kowtowing could not be heard without stopping, and they were extremely pious.

Zhangqiu Clan Chief and Second Elder were no exception. They all knelt down on the ground and shouted:

"Welcome the Holy Sheep Envoy!"

"Dong dong dong dong!"

In the valley, the sound of kowtows could be heard endlessly, and the only person standing at the scene was the young boy Xiaoyun.

He stood proudly, with his head raised slightly, looking up at the sky above the valley, where the God-like Demon Sheep Witch God looked calm.

After the demon sheep god appeared, he glanced at the prostrate tribesmen in the valley and quickly lost interest. Then, his eyes fell on Xiaoyun. After looking at it, he was quite satisfied:

"Not bad, not bad. It's just the good seedling that the king asked for."

In the past, when young Xiaoyun saw the tall ghosts and gods, he would inevitably feel timid. But today, Xu encountered a big change and saw the most frightening scene in his heart. His soft heart suddenly became stronger.

Even though the Demon God was so powerful that it made him tremble all over, he still gritted his teeth and raised his head stubbornly:

"I'm here, where is [Witch God Yin Dan]?"

The Demon Sheep Witch God was stunned when he heard this, and then he reacted and laughed wantonly:

"Little doll, you are really interesting. I have seen a lot of boys and girls. You are the first to talk to me like this. You are indeed a good prospect that the king has chosen!"

After finishing speaking, the Demon Sheep Witch God stretched out his hand, and a treasure box shining with aura appeared in his hand:

"I, the gods in Litian, are the most honest people. I tell the truth. I will never ruin your tribute with every spit and nail."

After saying that, the ghosts and gods in the sky reached out and pushed, and the treasure box in their hands flew towards the crowd in the valley.

The second elder of Zhangqiu, with quick eyes and quick hands, reached out to pick up the treasure box. After a closer look, he found a golden elixir lying quietly in the treasure box. His face was full of joy, and he came to the clan leader as if offering a treasure.

"Clan Chief, Witch God Yin Dan"

The leader of the Zhangqiu clan lowered his head and looked at the treasure box. He hesitated to speak and subconsciously looked at the young man on the high platform.

By chance, Xiaoyun also took a deep look at the Zhangqiu clan leader and smiled sadly:

"I overheard your conversation yesterday. I wanted to fly away, but I stayed here. Do you know why?"

Zhangqiu Clan Chief and Second Elder were stunned for a moment. They looked at the treasure box in front of them and their expressions changed slightly.

"Could it be"

For a moment, they all twitched and fell silent, turning their heads away, not daring to look at the young man in front of them anymore, feeling extremely ashamed in their hearts.

"Haha~ It's not for your [Witch God Yin Pill]."

Xiaoyun's tone was calm. After speaking, he turned around and looked at the ghosts and gods covering the sun.

At this moment, the scene from yesterday appeared in his mind, and he said leisurely:

"I have a sword that can shake the sky, split the earth, hang mountains, topple seas, cut down mountains and destroy temples, kill monsters and eliminate demons!"

"Hahaha~"

"Boy, you have such a loud tone. People who don't know this would think you are the reincarnation of a powerful person."

The Demon Sheep Witch God grinned widely, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. He laughed wantonly, making the mountains tremble slightly and the dark clouds dispersed.

However, this laughter went away just as quickly as it came.

After a moment, that wanton smile suddenly stopped.

There was even a look of horror on the face of the Demon Sheep Witch God.

For no other reason, a terrifying and powerful aura erupted from the young boy Xiaoyun, and a white snake suddenly crawled out from the young man's body and entangled himself on him.

That terrifying and powerful aura came from this white snake!
To be continued...