I don't know how many echoes there are in this 'um', but the disciples outside the hall walked into the hall one after another as if they understood it. There were about thirty disciples, each with a baby in his arms. Qi Qi knelt in front of the Great Spirit Witch's seat and raised the baby in his hand. Kuan ... offering sacrifices to the sun god.
The envoy hurriedly bowed his head and explained, "These thirty babies are not full moons a day, and they are all descendants of the royal family that I have left behind.
According to the ancient rites, to see the Great Spirit Witch, thirty royal babies under the full moon need to be sent into the Witch Emperor's Hall. It will become the cornerstone of the Wuhuang shares in the future. Over the years, the royal families of the eleven kingdoms have sent no less than a thousand babies. I don't know how many people are grown up. Among those kneeling disciples outside the door, there might be a few royal families.
The old man did not speak. The skinny and long fingers stretched out gently, and a disciple held the baby close to him.
Dry fingers poked at the baby's fat white flesh. The baby cried instinctively, but the cry was full of anger. He couldn't see his face, and he didn't hear any voice. The envoy unexpectedly felt an old man smile.
"The request of the fat legacy country, the old man agreed." Hui
The envoy was very grateful. He came with a heavy responsibility, and Ba Jin and Yin treasures did not know how many boxes he brought. Now that it is all placed at the foot of the mountain, it has not been taken out, and it has been given permission. Grateful and looking down, he almost bowed his head and exited the palace.
After the envoy left, the hall returned to silence. None of the four disciples holding the baby left the hall, and there was a lifeless silence in the dark palace. It seems that there is no one here, but rocks and trees.
Until the old man faintly instructed.
- The light is lit in accordance with the decree of the Dharma, and in an instant, the lights of the main hall are brightly illuminated. The very majestic man in front of the left waved his hand: After saying this, the thirty disciples walked to the pool in turn, took out the knives around their waists, and committed unspeakable sins.
The blood of Yin Hong slowly poured into the blood pool, and the hands of the disciples were shaking as the infants who filled the palace were screaming and screaming. Only the old man on the throne gradually opened the corners of his mouth, smiling extremely comfortably.
Until the baby's cries gradually weakened and became inaudible
The majestic voice said again: "Enough. A baby's blood is used three times, and it cannot be put again.
The disciples quickly stopped and took the baby out of the wrapping medicine. Ba then walked into the thirty disciples, gathered at the edge of the blood pool again, and took out the dagger in his arms, but this time it was cut on himself. The whole process was like a ritual, silent and slow, but not solemn, but rather sinister and disgusting.
The blood in the blood pool kept rising, and the bloodletting disciples fell one by one. Every time one dies, a new disciple takes his place. When the blood volume is sufficient, the old man on the throne gently takes off his robe, and his withered body moves like a mummified corpse. The connection of the joints seems to have failed long ago, without the flexibility of the human body, giving people the feeling of serious puppet action. He took off his robe and walked into the blood pool with his entire body naked. It didn't take long for him to be like dead wood, close to rot, and a hint of blood appeared on his jagged hands that were as dry and hard as bones. The muscles that should have collapsed were gradually filled with an inexplicable vitality. Eerily like the phenomenon of rebirth of flesh and blood, this phenomenon also happened to every inch of skin on the old man's body.
This blood-for-life magic method must use the pure 2 blood of thirty infants as a guide, and then soak it with a sufficient amount of adult blood. It can prolong the life, state, martial arts that should not exist, but it can only last for a short period of time. It's a recurring sin.
Among the infants, the blood of the descendants of the royal family is the best. However, the blood of the royal family cannot be encountered often, so every time the Witch Emperor Hall has to recruit a large number of newborn babies from the people. The old man's voice gradually became louder, and he wondered what helped him regain his energy. Soaked in blood and the death of his disciples, his voice was eerily calm.
"Idiot. Doing business with the Seven Kingdoms in the Western Regions is nothing more than two
Recruit strong enemies. How powerful are the Seven Kingdoms of the Western Regions, and how powerful is the Divine Moon Sect. How could it be that his little fat legacy can... greedy for small profits and ignore the overall situation. Such an idiot, how can he stay? Io, take note. "
"Mr. Feiyi, it's time for a replacement." His voice became clearer and his feelings gradually became stronger, and Ba revealed a high spirit that he didn't have before.
"Then the envoy..."
"I heard that he brought twenty boxes of gold and silver jewelry. Ba' said nothing after that.
Mu Wei nodded, turned and went down the mountain. Ba Da Lingwu never needs to go down the mountain, and Ba can handle all the academic affairs properly at the top of the ten thousand mountains, and enjoy the worship, reverence... and their ignorance of the world.
A disciple knocked down and whispered.
"The Great Spirit Witch is... the virgin of the folk snares, B has already prepared it for you.
"I beg the sun god's forgiveness.
The appearance of the old man quickly returned to youth, and even the dry white hair gradually turned back to jet black. The strong body made him feel more and more emotional.
It is not a beautiful experience to have a huge power in hand, but only to see yourself aging day by day. When he was an old man, he often felt that his heart was empty, as if a thick wooden board was placed around his perception, and he could not make his heart active no matter what. Only with a young body can you feel alive.
"But the old man still needs to live." With a big laughter, he stepped into the bleeding pool and walked to the other room prepared for him by his subordinates.
Bleeding Pool, he walked to the other room prepared for him by his subordinates.
Chapter 108
However, before the Great Spirit Witch was able to walk far, he heard a burst of impatient footsteps in the empty hall behind him.
The Great Spirit Witch frowned, turned around slowly, and faced the disciples who were already crawling on the ground before entering the hall.
"The Great Spirit Witch is above, and the subordinates have an urgent report.
"What's your name?" There was no surprise or joy in the eyes of the Great Spirit Witch, and he could not see the slightest emotion. But no response to the 'emergency report'.
The disciples were flattered and trembled.
"This subordinate is affiliated with Kainiao... as Batalu. He has been in the Wuhuang Palace for twelve years. Although the Wuhuang Palace Xiang, who is dormant at the foot of Wanyu Mountain, has no chance to make a name for himself, he is conscientious and abide by his duties. Dan Niaosi, who compiled the information, can also be regarded as a diligent, loyal and dedicated person. He only joined the Wuhuang Palace because he felt that the Wuhuang Tianen saved his family. He has only seen the golden face of the great spirit witch three times in the past 12 years. This time I was able to get the inquiries from the Great Spirit Witch, and I was very grateful.
What he didn't expect was the next sentence from the Great Spirit Witch.
"You should know that the old man said that the Witch Emperor's Palace does not allow the slightest discordant noise.
Surprised that he had made a big mistake, the young man was in a cold sweat, but he did not dare to move his body. He had actually slowed down when he stepped into the hall just now, and those who were kneeling and walking naturally wouldn't make much noise. The slightly impatient footsteps were only relative to the other disciples who were kneeling still. At the peak of the mountain wind hunting, the actual sound is poor.
However this is irrelevant. What the Great Spirit Witch considers is not the loudness of the voices in the Witch Emperor's Hall, but the fact that he wants to firmly control everything in the Witch Emperor's Hall. If he speaks of silence, he needs absolute silence, and even the slightest amount of excess volume is not allowed to utter a destiny that cannot be violated.
What the Great Spirit Witch relied on to rule the Witch Emperor's Palace has always been a benchmark that was so severe that it was almost abusive, and the end of disobeying him was just around the corner.
"Ling Feng see you off.
Afterwards, a sect captured Batalu, and at the top of Wan Yuhui, he threw it directly down the mountain wind. This 'Ling Feng farewell' sounds unremarkable, but it is a big punishment for dealing with disciples. The disciples who made mistakes were thrown off the cliff and instantly shattered to pieces. Especially when no one dared to disobey his order, the disciples who made mistakes were executed cleanly and neatly. This feeling of being in control made the old man, who had already passed his sixtieth year, show a dangerous and malicious smile. "What is the urgent report he is going to present?" Xu Shi began to think clearly, and the great spirit witch asked the disciple dead news.
The figure in the front left replied with his characteristic low voice in four tones.
"I think it is seeing, not writing."
The person who spoke was Tie Huiwei, the head of the four Tiemu Poison Fire, who was in charge of Dan Bird Division, and he replied.
"If you want to know, you must send someone to ask."
Wu Huang Yin was more than half an hour away from the foot of the mountain, and now he sent people down to collect information, and it would take more than an hour before he could come back.
The Great Spirit Witch frowned and said, "No one else knows
"no.
The Great Spirit Witch, whose physical strength and wisdom were gradually returning to their peak state, quickly understood. The disciples trained with the controlled thinking of the Wuhuang Palace do not have the ability to think on their own. If the Great Spirit Witch asks them to kill, they will kill and let them die, and they will even die. But the disadvantage is that things other than orders are not within their allowable range. The more "excellent" disciples are, the more they will discard their inner thoughts and only know how to faithfully execute orders.
When Batalu was rushing up the mountain, even if he saw him, the others would definitely continue to kneel on the side of the mountain road like a stone carving. No one will move.
While thinking about it, someone else went up the mountain, the same disciple who should be at the foot of the mountain, and the footsteps were equally hurried. However, the Great Spirit Witch had lost the spirit of killing and standing up to meet him.
"The Great Spirit Witch is on top, and someone at the foot of Wanyu Mountain is making trouble.
One is so.
Wanyu Mountain has never been invaded by foreign enemies. The disciples even regarded this place as a holy place under the exaggeration, and no one could insult it. No wonder there is this reaction.
"What's going on, tell me in detail."
It turned out that more than half an hour ago, the people patrolling the entrance of the mountain road practiced according to the etiquette and walked through the winding mountain road every day. On the usually beautiful mountain road, today I saw a young man lying on the ground and sleeping soundly. His posture was extremely ugly.
This matter is extremely strange, and it has never happened since the establishment of the Wuhuang Palace. Rao is the Wuhuang Palace's people who have always been like a valley, and can't look directly, and suddenly burst into anger and scolds. The young man lying down suddenly opened his eyes like a tiger, with a lazy smile on the corner of his mouth, but there is a kind of two disciples. The strong sense of oppression that had crushed the past swept over. After waking up, it was even more of a mouthful, and the two unspeakable disciples said that the clouds and mountains were foggy, and they vomited blood.