Li Xianyu landed in front of a huge stone gate, which was twenty feet high and comparable to a skyscraper. There has never been such a magnificent gate in the world, which reminds people of the Nantian Gate in myths and legends.
Looking back, behind me is the clear night sky, rolling green mountains, and the scenery of Niushan. More than a thousand blood descendants continued to fly into the air, crossed a layer of space membrane, and came to the stone gate.
Soon, everyone came in. Everyone was shocked by the scene in front of them, staring up at the huge stone door in a daze.
"This, is this the door of the Palace of the Gods?"
"It can't be cast by manpower. The door alone is so high. How tall are the beings who go in and out of the Palace of the Gods...are they giants?"
"It could also be a giant beast."
Countless people looked up in stunned silence and whispered to each other.
"Open the door quickly and let us enter the Palace of the Gods." Someone shouted.
"That's right, everyone has come in here. Hurry, use the key to open the stone door."
"We want to enter the Palace of the Gods."
Those who clamored were all casual cultivators and people from various small forces. If it were just a few small forces alone, they would never dare to speak like this. But the current situation is that the total number of casual cultivators and small forces exceeds that of Baoze, major families, and the Taoist and Buddhist Associations. Everyone shouted a few words together to encourage each other.
The people in Baoze didn't speak. Among the seven surnames, the head of the Chen family coughed and said loudly: "Everyone, listen to me."
As the head of the Chen family, he had enough influence, so the noise immediately dropped and everyone looked at him.
The head of the Chen family said: "The Ten Thousand Gods Palace belongs to the blood world and belongs to everyone. It should not be occupied by anyone or any force. This is why we inform the world about the location of the Ten Thousand Gods Palace. Anyone who wants to take advantage of the Ten Thousand Gods Palace situation Anyone who serves himself is the enemy of us all.”
"Well said, we support you."
"As expected of a big family, what you say is of a high standard."
His words won everyone's approval. After hearing these words, some casual cultivators with no background suddenly felt relieved and joined the "applauding camp".
"It's shameless." Li Xianyu muttered softly.
Beneath the high-sounding words lies the most selfish and greedy ugliness of human beings. They used this flag to kill his biological father.
Reminds me of a story. A primary school student found a hundred yuan in the park and happily put it in his pocket. At this time, a group of people jumped out and said that the park belongs to everyone, and if you find money, you should share it with everyone. Otherwise it is wrong and treasonous.
The primary school student was unwilling to hand over one hundred yuan, so he was beaten up by the group of people and his money was taken away. That group of people didn't feel that they had done anything wrong. They thought that what they were robbing was a selfish man who was selfish and usurping the interests of the masses.
They got it right!
They divided the money openly.
"However, if you want to get something, you will inevitably have to pay a corresponding price. The Pantheon Palace belongs to everyone, so everyone has to work hard. If anyone wants to fish in troubled waters, our seven major families will never agree."
Looking across the confused expressions of everyone, the head of the Chen family pointed to the dry pool on the left side of the stone gate: "Did you see that pool? If you want to open the stone gate, there is only one way: blood sacrifice!"
It was a pool of about two cubic meters. There was a layer of dark black material condensed on the bottom of the pool. It was also on the wall, but the color was lighter.
The blood descendants gathered around the edge of the pool with different expressions.
When there are benefits, everyone rushes to get in, but when they ask you to pay something, no one says anything.
The head of the Chen family was very aware of the public's psychology, so he gave it a shot of placebo: "Don't panic, everyone, it's just a blood donation. There are many of us. Let's each donate a little blood and work together to open the stone door. I will be the first to come."
He pulled out a dagger and cut his wrist, and the warm blood spilled into the small pool like a trickle.
Sakurai Tokimasa stepped forward and stood side by side with the head of the Chen family. Without saying a word, he pulled out his ribs, slit his wrist, and let the blood drip.
With two people taking the lead, the third, fourth... more and more people came forward, stood by the pool, and cut their wrists to draw blood.
The thick blood slowly crawled all over the bottom of the pool, accumulating more and more. Everyone was very cautious, and only touched the blood, not too much, and conserved their physical strength and energy.
Looking at this scene, Li Xianyu remembered a lot of information, "Yes, Yaodao was captured by the Japanese army and imprisoned in a slave camp with a group of blood descendants, becoming the blood bank of the Aoki family. How could I forget such important information? .”
No wonder the major forces want to spread the news about the opening of the Palace of the Gods. The old fritters have long-term plans. Such a big pool will probably be choked by the blood of members of the major forces. Excessive blood loss will affect physical strength and thus affect subsequent actions.
"How did my dad enter the Palace of the Gods?!" This question suddenly flashed through Li Xianyu's mind.
Obviously, if he wanted to open the door to the Palace of the Gods, Li Wuxiang would not be able to cross the threshold of blood sacrifice alone. Even if he sacrifices himself in this pool, he will not open the stone door.
"How did my dad get the key to the Palace of All Gods?"
The key to the Palace of the Gods is a valuable treasure. Among the three known keys, two come from the Demon Dao and the other was left by Li Wuxiang. The key to the demonic path must belong to the Aoki family. When the Qing government signed the "Xin Chou Treaty", it privately compensated the island country for the secrets and objects of the Pantheon Palace.
At that time, the prime minister of the island country was Ito Hirobumi. He was the political backer of the Aoki family. It was through this person that the Aoki family obtained everything about the Panshin Palace. Yui Aoki told him this at the party at Ryoka Temple that night.
The two keys to the Demonic Way are considered to have legitimate origins and are well-documented, but where did my father’s key come from
"Also, how did the news that he obtained the treasure from the Palace of the Gods leak out? He definitely did not enter the Palace of the Gods alone."
Li Xianyu was shocked to realize that this past incident was full of doubts and the water was very deep.
"My grandma doesn't know these things, but she said that I don't know when she started to lose sight of my dad."
At that time, his biological father's environment was much better than he is now. Ever since his grandfather killed all those half-bloods, the blood world no longer dared to take any chances with the Li family rbq.
My biological father’s childhood, boyhood, and youth were unrestrained and free. Unlike me now, surrounded by wolves and full of crises, my grandma may not always be with my biological father.
Not all my grandparents knew who my biological father had befriended or what he had done.
"But my dad never seemed to reveal who entered the Palace of the Gods with him. Now that I think about it, this matter is completely unreasonable. The capacity of the blood sacrifice pool cannot be filled by just a few friends."
"Li Wuxiang, Li Wuxiang, you yourself are dead, but you have caused me so much misery. If you hadn't caused so many things, I would be a carefree heir of the Li family now. If I didn't live well, The reason is that I won't give up your grandma." Li Xianyu cursed viciously in his heart.
From inheriting his grandma to now, he has encountered crisis after crisis. His life has been too hard, and his mentality has almost become distorted. Everything is given by my biological father.
He had a lot of resentment towards his biological father whom he had never met.
The blood rose higher and higher, and gradually, the pool was almost full. During this process, new arrivals continued to arrive to join the blood donation army, and more and more people gathered at Shimenkou.
This group of people may not know that the Pantheon Palace has a key, and the stone door does not need a key, which means that even if it is opened, it is still not the Pantheon Palace behind the door.
The key is in the hands of Baoze and the Taoist and Buddhist Association. Do the casual cultivators really think they can take advantage of this opportunity without paying any price
Li Xianyu looked at the sincere faces of the big bosses and Baoze colleagues who were watching coldly. These guys knew what was going on, but they all knew it tacitly.
As the blood volume increased, bubbles emerged from the thick blood, and the blood pool boiled. Wisps of dense blood mist floated up, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.
"It's working, it's working..." Everyone was overjoyed.
"Look, Shimen is reacting." Someone pointed at Shimen and shouted.
A pair of eyes immediately looked at the stone door. In the gap between the two stone doors, a line of blood began to climb up, just like the dyed kerosene in the thermometer, rising and rising...
It rose from the ground, and soon it was higher than everyone's heads. Going higher, people outside the door could only raise their heads and stare.
They looked at it very intently. It is estimated that they have never been so expectant and excited when watching the national flag raising.
The blood line slowly rose and soon exceeded the limit of ordinary people's vision. However, everyone present could clearly see the thin blood line. When it was about to reach the top, it suddenly stopped.
"Hey, why did you stop? Isn't there enough blood?"
"But, there is still blood in the blood pool."
"Can anyone explain this?"
Everyone was confused and impatient about this. This feels so bad, like watching a movie and suddenly the power goes off...
"The blood must not be enough. Yes, more blood is needed." Someone among the casual cultivators shouted.
"You just donated a little bit of blood, you bastard. You usually like to cheat and play around. Get rid of the blood."
"You want to talk too much? Are you looking for death?"
"I've long been dissatisfied with you. Why don't you mess with me? Get rid of the blood."
Two people had an argument by the blood pool.
In fact, there is enough blood in the blood pool, at least one third is left in the pool, but for some reason, the blood line just stops. For people who don't know anything about the Pantheon Palace, continuing to shed blood is the only feasible solution.
The two people were arguing and getting angry. One of them hit the other person hard without any warning: "If you don't want to surrender, then get out of here."
The person who was hit was caught off guard and was so close to the blood pool that he plunged into it. A terrible scene happened...
The person who fell could not come back up. His flesh, flesh and bones melted rapidly in the blood pool, like a snowball falling into scalding hot water.
The people near the blood pool were stunned and took a few steps back in fear.
"I, I... didn't mean it, I didn't expect it to happen." The pusher muttered to himself.
"It's rising, it's rising..." Someone pointed to the top of their head in surprise.
The blood line that was motionless rose slightly.
Shen Kuo walked quickly to the blood pool, pondered for a moment, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "That's it, that's it... Blood sacrifice is not just blood, it also requires soul and life. This is blood sacrifice."
Hearing this, the faces of the people around the blood pool changed slightly, and they once again stepped back a certain distance, and moved closer to their acquaintances, guarding their surroundings.
Shen Kuo raised his head and glanced at the blood line, thinking: "One life has increased so much. To open the entire Pantheon Palace, it takes about a few hundred lives. Fortunately, we are not far from the top, but we still need at least twenty lives." Life."
"This group of casual cultivators are the best candidates, but we cannot speak." Shen Kuo and the other six family heads looked at each other, tacitly thinking the same thing: Leave this pot to Bao Ze.
After coughing, Shen Kuo looked at the people in Baoze and raised his voice: "Thunder Emperor, Ape God... what do you think we should do now?"
Tu Shen Tian Hao rolled his eyes: "Cold salad."
Shen Kuo snorted: "Everyone has donated blood just now and has contributed. Now it's your turn, Baoze, to contribute."
Bai Shen raised his eyebrows and chuckled: "We haven't shed any blood?"
Shen Kuodao: "I'm not talking about you. Of all the people present, only the Wushuang War Spirit and the descendants of the Li family have never donated blood. Now it's up to them to help solve this problem."
All eyes around him fell on Li Xianyu.
Li Xianyu frowned. He didn't donate blood because his own blood had special value and there were enough people to supply it, so he didn't join in the fun. Unexpectedly, the blame was suddenly dumped on his head.
This Shen Kuo targeted him everywhere and took a bite when he got the chance.
The truth about the blood sacrifice verified one of Li Xianyu's guesses. It turned out that the good guys in the slave camp he saw in the demonic memories were all destined to die in the end, and the ending was bleak.
"If Bao Ze takes the blame, the best option is to conduct a large-scale search in Niushan Scenic Area to see if a few wanted criminals can be caught. But it is time-consuming and labor-intensive, and people with the seven major surnames are not willing to spend this effort to get the treasure. Zedang is free labor...but it doesn't go as well as you want." Li Xianyu thought for a moment and sneered: "Master Shen is right, I was cheating and cheating, I have blood, so I will donate blood."
The expressions of Shen Kuo and the leaders of the major forces darkened. Obviously, Baoze, as an official organization, is unwilling to contribute.
He approached the blood pool, but did not go to the edge. He was afraid that some crazy person would take advantage of the opportunity to sneak attack and push him down. His nails scratched his fingertips and a blood droplet bounced into the blood pool.
Li Xianyu planned to be perfunctory and throw the blame back. The person who most urgently wanted to enter the Palace of the Gods was not Baoze, but the major forces that had been gradually suppressed by Baoze in recent years.
They can't wait to spread their wings and fly into the Palace of the Gods. If there is one more Yakuza in the family and organization, the situation can be reversed.
"Masters, don't you Buddhists often say: If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? The time has come to test your Buddhist hearts. Don't be silent and sacrifice yourself." Li Xianyu did not forget to give the Buddhist monks a squeeze.
The blood beads bounced into the blood pool, and something unexpected happened.
(End of chapter)