Then, he gritted his teeth and raised the golden sickle with one hand, but he seemed very troubled.

Despite this, all the patrol generals of the Missiuta family around him also started to roar. Gu Yu grabbed another golden sickle with his other hand. At the moment when he grabbed the sickle, he almost lifted the sickle, but he knew that such a tribe looked at him. Now Gu Yu is the most powerful soldier in the entire Missiuta family. He gritted his teeth and used all his strength to lift the other sickle. At this moment, two golden sickles were raised above his head, and the sun shone on the golden sickle, and Gu Yu's eyes were red with excitement.

"Misiusta! Missiusta!" Gu Yu roared wildly, holding the sickle, but he knew in his heart that he was already very hard and wanted to wield the sickle. With his ability, he could not do it, but despite this, it was already very exciting. Many members of the Missiusta family shouted Gu Yu's name.

Gu Yu turned around, put down his sickle, and looked at the resentful god in front of him. The resentful god took two steps at this time. Almost at the same time, all the gods of the Kahujimo family moved. A few of them stood in a circle. In the circle, there was a person sitting there, outside, a group of several people, and a group of several people, placed in different directions. If you look at it from a higher angle, you can actually see clearly that all of them now have gathered into a tribal totem, which is the tribal totem of their Kahujimo family. At this time, all of them threw the weapons in their hands on the ground, but they took out the dagger from their hands. These people were fearless. The crowd outside, holding the dagger on their hands, and slashed their shoulders from their wrists. This was a big mouth.

Zi, blood flowed out of their arms in an instant, and almost at the same time, a small bottle appeared in each of their pockets. They opened the small bottle and scattered the liquid in the small bottle on the ground. When the blood on their upper arms fell on the liquid of the small bottle on the ground, thick smoke actually produced and fluttered away. These people soon took their daggers and began to cut open from their bodies one by one. The blood began to flow down their bodies. The blood was flowing more and more blood, and the smoke became bigger and bigger. The thick smoke produced would become even thicker after encountering the blood. Except for the god of resentment, everyone was slashing their hands with a knife. The blood was flowing more and more, and slowly the smell of blood around them became thicker and thicker. Gu Yu and the others looked from the side.

Just outside the encirclement, inside the room of Samusaha, Samusaha was sitting here, and beside him was the high priest. This high priest, the high priest who appeared in the old fifth lair, and the high priest who once chased Wang Ying. If the entire Samusaha and others seemed very sunny on the surface, then this person gave people the feeling that it was undoubtedly very dark. There were not many people in the room, and there was also a TV. There was a real-time situation in the outside square inside. The two of them looked at everything in front of them.

Samusaha frowned from the side, "Does their Kahujifu's self-salvation ceremony look like this?"

The high priest nodded from the side, "Yes, it's true. This is the self-salvation and self-recognition method set by Kahu and Jifu at the beginning. You have to use a dagger to cut thirty-six holes on your body, and all the blood is dry and dead. This is the highest level of admitting mistakes and self-rescue." The high priest repeated the sentence from the side.

Samusaha frowned, "But this is not the rule of our Sun God. Even if it is our Missi Ta family, the way of self-salvation looks quite similar, but it is not like this. What is the small bottle they carry?"

"It is the bottle that collects its own souls, called the Yellow Spring Bottle. That thick smoke is their souls."

"Then why does God resent himself? Isn't he giving up yet? Do you still want to die with us?"

"The God of Resentment is the last person among the nine resentments and the last resentment master. He is the direct true disciple of Kahujimo, so he needs the last one to salvation. Moreover, so many people around him have committed suicide. No substantial harm can be brought by a god of resentment. Everything is normal. He has handed over the golden sickle, and is still afraid that he can do anything else. The overall situation has been settled! Congratulations to the head of Samusaha for completing the great cause of unification of the Missiuta family, fulfilling the wishes of his ancestors, and eliminating all the remnants of Kahujimo. Missiuta will flourish under the favor of the Sun God. The leader of Samusaha will flourish forever, enjoy immortal blessings forever, and live with the heavens!"

The voice of the high priest speaking from the side was a few decibels louder. As he finished these words, everyone around him shouted with him. The sound was loud. The atmosphere in the room was very positive for a moment. Everyone praised Samusaha again and praised Samusaha. Only Samusaha sat in the middle without moving, without any expression.

"The Huangquan Bottle, Huangquan Bottle, Huangquan Bottle on the Huangquan Road, and the blood of the people who committed suicide, complete self-salvation. All the processes of self-salvation are correct, but it is not feasible to resent the god of resentment. He is not moving. Are he waiting for an opportunity? As for the Huangquan Bottle, I have never heard of this thing. There is no such thing as Kahujimo. I guess even if the Kahujimo people outside call out, I might not know that this is called Huangquan Bottle. The high priest's talent is so profound. This kind of thing that I have never known for being over a hundred years old like this. You actually know that everyone in our Missi Uta family doesn't know. You actually know that you are so powerful."

When the high priest heard this, he smiled slightly and clasped his fists with his hands. "I just understand a little bit, congratulations to the patriarch, congratulations."

"When they rushed out of the forest of life and death, in addition to those poisonous snakes, there were also such overwhelming blood bats and blood bats. You and I knew that this thing was not the kind that could be controlled far away. Its control range was limited, so there was a hidden person in the team of the Krishen and the Gods. This person was still hidden among them. Their current formation looked like a figure of the totem of the tribe of Kahujimoo. They were artificially besieged by the city, but there was a circle in the middle. There was another person in the middle of the circle. There was no one in this person who held a redemption ceremony. I couldn't see this person clearly. Everyone next to him was standing, she was squatting, but I really wanted to know what this person was doing while sitting inside. Are they redeeming now?"

"One hundred percent is to save me, the head of Samusaha, I am willing to swear with my life." The high priest covered his chest and was very serious. "The number of those blood bats will not be large, and we had ways to prevent blood bats before, right? So many blood bats have been completely burned, and they will no longer have any other skills. They are Kahujimo, they are finished!" The high priest once again from the side at this time

He spoke, and his emotions seemed a little excited. After a moment, he felt that he was also a little out of control. When he turned his head, he looked at Samusaha. Samusaha looked at him. After a moment, Samusaha nodded and spoke from the side, "Okay, then that's it, I feel a little uncomfortable, I'll leave it to you to deal with." Samusaha said, and he got up from the side, turned around and was about to go out. When he was about to reach the door, the high priest suddenly spoke from the side.

"Actually you have discovered it, right?" When Samusaha heard this, he stood there again and frowned. He had not spoken yet. The remaining patrol generals in the room suddenly took action. In an instant, the swords and swords in the room were in place. Samusaha stood still without moving. In the front, he was guarding the door, blocking Samusaha's way out. The fighting sounds were not loud. After a while, the three patrolmen were at the door.

The throat was cut and slowly fell to the ground. When a patrolman was about to fall to the ground, the dagger was inserted into a man's neck. At this moment, except for Samusaha, there were only three people in the room. One was guarding the door, and the other blood in the lower abdomen was still flowing down. He was half kneeling on the ground, and it seemed that he could not get up. The rest were the high priests, and the other confidant subordinates around Samusaha had been killed.

Samusaha took a deep breath, and turned to look at the high priest at this time, "You have been undercover here for so many years and endured for so many years. They have been waiting for this opportunity again, right? The people outside are not redeeming, right?"

The high priest smiled slightly and did not answer Samusaha. Instead, he walked around Samusaha. He looked at Samusaha up and down. "As for whether it is redemption, you will know soon. Come over and let's take a look together." The high priest said, pulling Samusaha, returning to his seat, and staring at the screen outside. "You see, you have agreed just now, they have redeemed themselves. Then when you are half redeemed, go out to interrupt and not let others salvation. Isn't it inappropriate to save people and save them to the end, and send Buddha to the West!"
Chapter completed!