When the first ray of red light from the east shone on Jinwu Ridge, the people of the Fire Crow Tribe had already climbed outside the ancestral temple on the mountainside of Jinwu Ridge.
The sun was dazzling, and huge fire crows were circling and screaming in the sky. Several old crows, whose fire feathers had fallen off, leaving only shriveled skin and flesh, lazily poked their heads out of their huge nests, overlooking the mountainside. The people of the Fire Crow tribe also cried silently.
Ji Hao stood with a group of children on the flat ground outside the ancestral temple.
The ancestral temple of the Fire Crow Tribe was built on the mountainside of Jinwu Ridge. A square cave entrance was dug under a cliff thousands of feet high. Walking through a hundred feet long corridor, this is the most sacred ancestral spirit of the Fire Crow Tribe. The place of sleep.
Groups of tribesmen came up one after another and stood neatly in the square outside the ancestral temple.
Everyone looked solemn, with an indescribable solemnity and enthusiasm in their eyes. Many witch priests and elders are holding huge jade plates in their hands. The discs carved from the finest jade are filled with gold nuggets, jade nuggets and other rare offerings.
Ji Hao took a quick look and saw that the tributes on the hands of these witch priests and elders were eye-catching. Among them were many rare and foreign objects that Ji Hao had never heard of, not to mention he had seen them. These objects are all dazzling, with powerful spiritual energy fluctuations spreading out, and even triggering various strange phenomena such as rays of light and clouds. They are obviously rare treasures.
When the sun showed its full face from the top of the mountain in the east, Ji Kui, the great shaman priest of the Fire Crow tribe, slowly walked out of the crowd. Countless Fire Crow tribesmen standing on the mountainside platform cheered at the same time.
Wearing a dragon skin, a helmet made of dragon skulls, a necklace made of hundreds of sharp animal teeth hanging around his neck, and holding a blood jade dagger, Ji Kui walked to the entrance of the ancestral temple and majestically addressed the crowd. A wave.
The shamans from thousands of tribes in the Fire Crow tribe who took their tribesmen to participate in the ancestor worship ceremony once every ten years walked out one after another, lined up neatly behind Ji Kui, and knelt down toward the dark entrance of the ancestral temple, neatly Reciting ancient and obscure mantras.
An ancient and cold wave began to ripple in the air. Ji Hao shivered and glanced around subconsciously. This feeling is as if there are several cold ghosts clinging to the body, and everything from body to soul is cold.
Screams and wails suddenly came out. Led by Ji Xia, thousands of tall and burly warriors snatched out from the crowd and captured thousands of slaves who were struggling and roaring. Each of these slaves was skinny and skinny, with scars left over from whipping everywhere on their bodies. Their cloudy eyes were full of fear and despair.
"You bastards of the Fire Crow Division, our Black Water Black Snake Division will fight to the death with you!"
"Ah, my father is an elder, my father is the elder of the Black Water Black Snake Tribe!"
"My great ancestral spirit, please take my soul away now. Don't let my soul be swallowed by the evil spirits of foreign races!"
A group of slaves roared angrily and struggled, but their whole bodies were bound by animal sinew ropes. They struggled with all their strength, but they could not escape the control of Ji Xia and others. Soon a slave who yelled that his father was the elder of the Black Water Black Snake was pushed down in front of Ji Kui.
"The son of the elder Black Water Black Snake? Our ancestors will be happy to accept your souls!" Ji Kui smiled coldly, and pressed his skinny palm on the slave who was a head taller than him. On the body. The slave howled miserably and his body went limp. The blood jade dagger in Ji Kui's hand sank deeply into his heart. Several mysterious runes on the dagger flickered, and a wave of heat continued to gush out from the dagger.
Amidst the sound of "chichi", the slave's body twitched violently. Soon his tall and burly body shrank and collapsed. In the blink of an eye, all the energy in the body was drained cleanly by the dagger, and the tall body was reduced to a piece. Flying ash scatters.
The slaves who were escorted up witnessed this horrific scene, and they yelled harder and harder, and some even cried in fear.
Ji Kui coldly and ruthlessly killed one slave after another, absorbing the blood of thousands of slaves. The blood jade dagger in his hand was so red that it was about to bleed, and the mysterious runes on the blade became more and more dazzling. , the rolling heat wave made the people of the Fire Crow tribe standing on the mountainside sweat profusely.
The faces of the shaman priests kneeling on the ground were all red, and the voices of reciting incantations became louder and louder.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew out from the entrance of the ancestral temple. The howling wind swirled around the feet of each clan member and quickly circled away.
Ji Hao clenched his fists and looked at Ji Kui.
This was only a small sacrifice held once every ten years, and less than 10,000 slaves were killed. If it were to be the legendary once-a-hundred-year-old sacrifice, the Fire Crow Department would have to slaughter more than 100,000 slaves at one time.
But after only killing thousands of people, the blood jade dagger had become extremely magical, like a bloody sun suspended in front of Ji Kui, constantly emitting terrifying high temperatures. The light emitted by the dagger slowly zooms in and out, just like the beating of the heart, making people feel that the blood is filled with powerful and rich life essence.
Ji Hao is already very clear about the process of the Fire Crow Tribe's ancestor worship ceremony. He kills the slaves in front of the ancestral temple, absorbs all their essence, blood and souls, and then sends them to the ancestral temple along with a large number of rare treasures and consecrates them on the altar. Before.
The magical existence in the ancestral temple may be the soul of the ancestors of the Fire Crow tribe, or other unknown things. It will swallow the blood and soul in the blood jade dagger, swallow up the treasures of heaven and earth in other sacrifices, and finally sacrifice to the ancestral temple. The person offering sacrifices will make certain gifts.
This kind of gift is random and depends on the wishes of the 'ancestral spirit'.
In the history of the Fire Crow Tribe, there was once a newborn child. Because of the appreciation of the ancestral spirit, all the gifts from the great sacrifice fell on him alone, which directly allowed the newborn child to open up more than a hundred witchcraft places. The acupuncture point possesses the power of the great witch realm. And that child eventually grew up to be the last Witch Emperor of the Fire Crow Tribe.
Holding a blood jade dagger, Ji Kui was about to turn around and walk into the ancestral temple when Ji Shu gave a loud shout and walked out from his tribe.
"The Great Witch Festival, in front of the ancestral spirits, I, Ji Shu, as a descendant of the ancestral spirits, have something to say."
Ji Kui's old and withered face twitched. He looked at Ji Shu coldly and said solemnly: "According to the rules of the ancestors, during the ancestor worship ceremony, any clan member can say anything they have to say. But Ji Shu Shu, if what you say is not important, you will have to bear the wrath of the ancestors, do you know?"
Ji Shu bowed to Ji Kui, and nodded with a smile on his face to the silent tribesmen around him: "What I said is of course very important. I am also considering this for the entire Fire Crow Department, and some people who are not Anyone who is qualified to occupy a high position should leave his position."
Raising his arms high, with the knotted muscles under his fair skin beating like an angry python, Ji Shu said loudly: "Ji Xia, brother! You are the leader of the warriors who protect the Holy Land, that is, we have more than a thousand people in the Fire Crow Department. The leader of all the warriors of the tribe! But with your current strength, are you still worthy of this position?"
Waving his arms vigorously, Ji Shu shouted: "According to the rules of the Southern Wilderness and the rules set by the ancestors, Brother Ji Xia, I challenge you! Don't blame me, this is for the good of the entire Fire Crow Tribe!"
Ji Xia snorted deeply and walked up to Ji Shu holding a spear.
But before Ji Xia could speak, Ji Hao had already shouted loudly, and his clear voice echoed throughout the audience:
"Abba, please wait a moment. Uncle Ji Shu, don't forget that Ji Wu and I have an appointment!"
"In front of so many clan members and ancestral spirits, Ji Wu and I are going to have a fight!"
(End of chapter)