While he was thinking, he heard the solemn voice of tribe leader Zhan Tai, and the people who were kneeling below stood up in an instant.
It was clearly just a family sacrifice, but the atmosphere at the scene was filled with a solemn and desolate atmosphere. Perhaps this was a foreshadowing of the future they were about to face.
Feng Qingyang was silent. He stood behind the crowd, looking at Patriarch Zhan Tai on the altar from afar. He did not have any sense of belonging to this place. You know, he had only obtained the status of gold medal guest for a few days.
Unlike other guests, they had a lingering worry and melancholy. After all, they had been dependent on the Zhan Tai family for too long, so the sudden birthday crisis at this time made them feel a little at a loss.
Over time, these guest officials enjoyed countless offerings from the Zhan Tai family, and naturally, they also did many shameful things for them.
It's very simple. The enemy must have many disciples all over the world. With the protection of the Zhan Tai family, they don't think it's a big deal. But once something happens to the Zhan Tai family, they will definitely bear the brunt and become the first target of the enemy's killing.
Therefore, the current guest officials and the Zhan Tai family will prosper and suffer together. Once the war breaks out, they will not have the slightest chance to escape or defect.
People from all directions stood together around the central altar. Although there were no war horses, their neat steps and shared solemnity gave the place a sense of war and iron cavalry.
What’s funny is that everyone has a feeling that the wind is whistling and the Yi River is cold, and the hero will never return once he leaves.
Feng Qingyang secretly found it interesting, so he didn't show off. He stood quietly at the back of the crowd, experiencing the last bit of calm before the crisis, because he knew that perhaps after some time, the entire Western Holy City would be plunged into chaos.
And that riot must have been a river of blood, with countless fights, sweeping across the entire Western Holy City. The collapse of the small world not only represented the possession of the world's crystallization, but also represented the decline of a family.
This super family has been entrenched in the Western Holy City for countless years. It has a rich heritage and naturally countless treasures, elixirs and rare treasures. Once there is no suppression from the small world, they will be subjected to a brutal attack by the crowd.
Feng Qingyang didn't know how many people present could survive at that time, but he knew in his heart that there were definitely only a handful of them. After all, once the war broke out, the loser would become the enemy, and the end result would be an extremely cruel and inhumane massacre.
Only by cutting the grass at its roots can we solve the future troubles in the long run. This is not only Feng Qingyang's consistent style, but also the rule of the spiritual world. The world where the strong prey on the weak is so simple.
He sighed quietly in his heart, his eyes passed over everyone and stopped at Zhan Taiyou. Although he had only known this woman for one day, he couldn't bear to see her die in the impending crisis.
It can be said that the crisis encountered by the Zhan Tai family was extremely terrifying, almost to the point of extinction. I am afraid that Xuan Luo, who was hiding in the heaven-defying illusion formation, had never thought that this day would come so soon.
"When disaster strikes, I want to see whether you are fighting for power or uniting to face the outside world." Feng Qingyang underestimated, his eyes flashing with brilliance, thinking back to the Zhan Tai people who came to see him a few days ago, such as Zhan Taiwang.
They seemed unaware of the crisis the family was about to face, and their pursuit of power was still unstoppable. They were still discussing how to eliminate dissidents. But how could they know that when the nest is destroyed, how could the eggs remain intact
To put it bluntly, the news that the Zhan Tai family's little world was about to collapse had probably spread like a bird with wings, flying all over the entire Western Holy City.
Although it seemed calm on the surface, the entire Western Holy City was actually surging with undercurrents, especially the first time he came to Zhan Tai's house and the slaughter he encountered in the courtyard. Thinking about it now, perhaps there had been signs before that.
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Chief Zhan Tai stood on the huge altar, his dark robe covering his entire body, leaving only his wrinkled face exposed. He raised his head and looked at the sky which was already past dawn.
The azure void was like a piece of crystal, and one glance at it was enough to make people unable to take their eyes off it. A hint of longing flashed across his eyes, and from the look of his face, it seemed as if he had already made the worst plan in his mind.
"The heavens are blind and want to destroy our Zhan Tai clan. Our little world is collapsing, and our family's future luck is cut off. Our Zhan Tai clan has been passed down for tens of thousands of years, but is now in decline and has come to an end..."
His tone was sonorous and powerful, revealing an indescribable emotion. Many female members of the Zhan Tai clan lowered their heads, their eyes reddened, and they sobbed softly.
The desolate sound filled the sky. The oppression that was silent but more powerful than words at this moment was so strong that even Feng Qingyang felt a little uncomfortable.
He was not a member of the Zhan Tai family, so naturally he did not have that feeling. The reason he came here was just to inquire about Yan Huo's news.
If the Zhan Tai family fell, the worst that could happen is that he would hide his aura, change his appearance, and go to other families. But now he still stayed here again. In the final analysis, it was out of selfish motives. Somehow, he was very interested in the world crystallization they mentioned.
Moreover, now that I can participate in the clan sacrifice, I will naturally have the opportunity to intervene in the small world. At that time, I may even get some unexpected fortune.
"My people, there is no need to cry. Heaven is blind and wants to kill us, but are we the soft persimmons that can be crushed and squeezed by it
Even if the small world collapses, we still have the Supreme Dao Artifact. With the Supreme Dao Artifact, no one can attack our Zhan Tai clan, unless he wants to fight to the death."
Having said this, he suddenly paused and looked at the faces of the people around him. Sure enough, after he said this, everyone's faces looked much better almost instantly.
“Even if our small world is gone, we still have the supreme Taoist artifacts and our family’s genius disciples. We can flatten countless chaotic places and open up a new small world. Moreover, once our small world collapses, there will be world crystals. As long as we can open up a new small world, we can integrate them into it.
Then, our little world will become stronger than ever before. What will we be afraid of then? Even if misfortune befalls us, we can get through it and survive it."
Hearing this, Feng Qingyang nodded. Patriarch Zhan Tai was right. After all, who would know the result and the answer until the last moment
Moreover, the words of Chief Zhan Tai were extremely inspiring. Almost as soon as they finished speaking, all the tribesmen changed their sad expressions, and a surging murderous aura rose up to the sky, stirring up the situation in all directions and alarming everyone.
"If you can make it through, then I will sincerely help you this time, and it can be regarded as repaying the favor of old Xuan Luo."
As the atmosphere became more lively, Feng Qingyang also became thoughtful. At least now he was not as disappointed as before. In this way, there would be more unexpected events in the future.
"Although this small world is an unprecedented crisis for my Zhantai family, if we can get through it, we will be reborn from the ashes and be reborn completely!"