Outside Yaoshan City, tens of thousands of fully armed soldiers were waiting in each direction in the southeast, northwest and northwest.
Zhamu commanded more than 300,000 elites, and looked at the surrounded alien slaves coldly and with a hint of arrogance. Those strong men of the Jia tribe who were once aloof and servile to them; those dark tribe servants with dark skin who came from the same bloodline as him; and those green-skinned slaves with a lot of spirits.
"A group of things that don't know whether to live or die, they deserve to be sacrificed to the great master!" Regarding these unlucky guys who are about to be sacrificed, Zhamu and all the Dark Tribe warriors under his command have exactly the same thoughts.
No pity, no sympathy, not even a trace of intolerance.
To use an inappropriate word, the Dark Tribe is a miserable race. They are tame hounds, and obedience and respect have been engraved deep in their blood. Even though more than half of the surrounded warriors looked exactly like them, the hounds never regarded themselves as the same creature as the wild wolves.
"That's so stupid." Zhamu stroked the breastplate with exquisite carvings and said with a sarcastic smile and the several Dark Tribe generals around him: "They should kneel down and pay allegiance to the great master. Maybe they can still There’s a slight chance of survival.”
The Dark Tribe generals all grinned, their hearts filled with pride and pride. They are the slaves of the noble Yao Bo, while those unlucky ones with the same skin color and bloodline as them are poor sacrifices. This is enough to make them proud!
The old monster Zhu Longdial was holding a big wine jar, squatting on the wall of Yaoshan City from a distance and looking at the besieged slaves. He drank the wine in small sips and said to himself curiously: "This kid Ji Hao, buying so many slaves... doesn't mean he wants to do that kind of thing, does he?"
Si Wenming was also holding a large wine jar, sitting on a city wall and looking at the indifferent and numb slaves in the distance. He took a big sip of wine and laughed arrogantly: "Aliens. Dead aliens are the best aliens. In fact, I have always disagreed with using aliens as slaves. It would be best to wipe them all out. Ji Hao did a great job!"
Zhulongdial and Si Wenming both came to watch the excitement.
Ji Hao dispatched Zhu Ronglong, the Eight Great Witch Emperors, and almost emptied the slave market in Puban. This incident was neither big nor small, enough to alarm Zhulong Dial and Si Wenming, who were sensitive to information. They all knew the details of brother and sister Taisi and Shaosi, and knew that they were of the bloodline of the almost extinct Xuanming clan. They could guess what Ji Hao wanted to do.
So they rushed over eagerly, wanting to witness with their own eyes the mystery and terror of the legendary Xuanming clan.
Zhulongdial just wants to watch the excitement. As people get older, they inexplicably become more curious. Si Wenming also brought a few close wizards with him. He planned to completely record the blood sacrifice process of the Xuanming clan and store it in the secret code of the witch palace for future reference.
The two of them watched groups of slaves being escorted over, and stood expressionlessly in the cold wind.
Abruptly, Zhulong Dial vigorously patted the city wall at his feet: "This city... I didn't expect that those guys would even dare to take out and sell the treasures at the bottom of Heavenly Palace's box? It seems that ancient Heavenly Palace is really completely ruined."
Si Wenming looked up at the sky a little worriedly: "Is it completely out of control? We need to send more people to monitor the heaven, otherwise if those guys really mess up the dishes, there will be a lot of trouble."
After hesitating for a moment, Si Wenming turned to look at Yaoshan City surrounded by haze, and said with an interested smile: "I wonder if Ji Hao has obtained the formation map of Heaven? I really want to see the great formation of Heaven and Earth that suppressed Heaven and Earth in ancient times. It’s a complete picture, it would be even better if it could be included in the Witch Palace.”
The two of them were muttering to each other here, while Ji Hao over there had dyed the altar red with the blood of the Witch King level ferocious beast.
The altar made of unknown bones made a "gurgle" sound, swallowing up the blood of the ferocious beast like a living thing, leaving nothing behind.
Waves of turbulent wind, as sharp as a knife that penetrated the bone marrow, roared out from the ground. One by one, the wind swirled up into the sky. Suddenly, the red clouds in the sky began to spin rapidly. After just a few breaths, the sky It was filled with densely packed cloud vortices, large and small, that looked like eyeballs. The rapidly rotating cloud vortex rubbed against the air, making a sharp howl of ghosts and wolves.
Ji Hao dropped the black stone sacrificial knife that killed the ferocious beast and strode back.
Shao Si slowly stepped forward, stood in front of the altar and recited the secret mantra passed down from generation to generation in the Xuanming clan's bloodline. A blur of white light enveloped her body, and behind her, a huge but extremely dim figure slowly emerged.
Ji Hao glanced at the gray-white figure, and suddenly felt that his soul was shaken, and his soul was almost sucked away by a terrifying force. He hurriedly lowered his head and silently recited the secret mantra taught by Taoist Yu Yu to suppress inner demons and drive away evil spirits to suppress his mind.
A ray of clear light gushed out from Ji Hao's body, like a burning flame building surrounding his whole body. In the clear light, the lotus seal could be faintly seen. Ji Hao raised his head again and looked firmly at the huge phantom.
This time, Ji Hao's soul remained motionless, as solid and stable as a mountain.
The phantom felt Ji Hao's firm gaze, and he quietly lowered his head and took a deep look at Ji Hao. Ji Hao's eyes shone with golden light, and in the golden light, nine mantra seals could be faintly seen suddenly closing inward. The nine seals merged into one, and suddenly condensed into a small shadow of a big ax that flashed past.
The shadow froze slightly, and then a very clear voice sounded in everyone's hearts: "My name is Siming!"
Shaosi raised his head in shock, and the shadow's strange behavior almost interrupted her spell.
These tyrannical beings who have fallen since ancient times, but possess unpredictable power and are vaguely consistent with the great road of heaven and earth. Although they have fallen, the fragments of their existence are still floating between heaven and earth.
As long as you master the corresponding secret spell, you can awaken them from the past time, and offer them enough sacrifices to stimulate their corresponding laws of heaven and earth to borrow their tyrannical power. But these existences have no entity or intelligence, they are just broken fragments of the brand. In fact, you can say that they do not exist, they just project the shadow of the past.
The Xuanming clan has been passed down for countless years, and they never knew that these ancient demon gods who had forgotten everything and lost everything would actually take the initiative to report their 'real names' to a 'tiny ant'!
Ji Hao bowed to the huge phantom Jishou, bowing to him with great respect and caution: "Lord Si Ming! Today, I have a hard work."
The shadow remained motionless, and his figure was still as frivolous and erratic as mist, but everyone vaguely felt that the being named Siming seemed to be smiling.
"Sacrifice!" Ji Hao was slightly surprised, but he still ordered boldly!
"Sacrifice!" Zhamu roared loudly, and 300,000 elite soldiers from all directions drew their weapons at the same time, shouting loudly and charging towards the countless slaves gathered in the encirclement.
'Buzz buzz' The sound of the bow string vibrating was like a hurricane rising from the ground, and countless arrows were like the sky collapsing, bearing the brunt of falling into the slave team.
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