Chapter 21

At night, in the silence, Chen Ming looked around quietly, watching the continuous entanglement of Qi above the people's heads. The body did not move, but the spirit had detached itself. He looked up at the earth silently above the sky and felt it silently.

Looking at the earth from top to bottom, I saw that on the vast earth, Qi luck and robbery emerged. There is a strong blood light in the middle, surrounded by strong karma, and around it, the light of faith gradually condenses into a divine realm, which vaguely repels it.

At that time, the night was deep, and they gradually returned home and went to rest.

In this way, a few days later, one morning, the sacrifice began.

Chen Ming stepped forward and looked around.

This is an open area in the tribe. It seems that it is for the sake of perennial sacrifice. There are all kinds of altars, flags and so on.

The altar is made of black earth. I don't know how to use it. It looks quite broad, but it's a little rough. The flag looks a little broken. The black and red flag is full of a bloody smell. If ordinary people see it for a long time, they will even feel dizzy.

When Chen Ming looked up, he saw a strong resentment hanging over the flag. If ordinary people just looked at it, they would be unconsciously frightened and robbed by it.

As time went by, as the tribal people gradually came to the scene, the sacrifice was about to begin.

According to Chen Ming's understanding of being a God, the fundamental purpose of this sacrifice is actually just that the people contribute blood food sacrifices to the ancestors in order to seek shelter.

However, this is too direct. Over a long period of time, the sacrificial rites of all dynasties have gradually made a big set of messy rituals to whitewash the sanctity and rationality of this sacrificial rites.

I saw that as an elder announced the beginning of sacrifice, a large group of soldiers came forward and waved their stone axes, spears and other weapons to create a special iron and blood atmosphere, and then several elders came forward and danced a strange dance.

This is the foreplay of the blood sacrifice. According to the legend of this tribe, the ancestor spirit of this tribe was the bravest soldier of the tribe at that time when he died. Therefore, before the sacrifice, he should wave his weapons to demonstrate to show his respect.

Not to mention, after this ritual, it really looked like that. When people around saw this, they couldn't help looking at the altar with dignity and some seriousness.

Seeing this, Chen Mingruo thought.

For sacrifice, the gods and worshippers themselves are of course very important, but the ritual words at the time of sacrifice are also essential, which can create a good sacrificial atmosphere and make believers worship more piously.

However, he has not been out of trouble for a long time. At present, he has not formed a church with a clear structure. For the time being, he has no time to fiddle with these things.

On the field, it was noon when the dance ended. At this time, an old man in a black sacrificial robe came forward.

When he saw this man, Chen Ming's eyes lit up, and then his eyes looked carefully. Sacrifice is the person who is closest to the ancestral spirit in a tribe. Through this person, you will be able to obtain part of the emptiness and reality of the ancestral spirit.

The high priest looks very old, but Chen Ming now knows that he is actually in his early 40s. The reason why he is as old as an old man is not only because the living conditions in this world are difficult and easy to age, but also has a great relationship with his sacrifice to the ancestors.

The ancestors of this tribe enjoy blood sacrifice every year and have deep karma. As his sacrifice, he naturally decayed his body with strong resentment and karma.

To some extent, this is actually a kind of retribution.

Chen Ming looked around, and his eyes gradually showed hatred. Clem and some others thought.

Sure enough, above his head, a light red Qi was faintly shrouded, but it was very loose, but it was connected with another deep blood red. In addition to its air transport, the rich ink like karma and resentment are tightly enveloped outside, but they are blocked by air transport and cannot go deep.

Light red luck shows that this person has actually mastered the power of the whole tribe, but this rule is very loose and weak, and there are others to restrain one side. And that piece of blood red is the luck of this tribe's Totem. As a vassal of the ancestral spirit, and relying on the great righteousness obtained by the sacrificial ancestral spirit to master the power of the tribe, its Qi transportation has long been connected and interdependent.

"However, looking at this luck, it seems that the leader of this tribe is mostly dangerous."

Seeing his luck, Chen Mingru thought.

This tribe has a hereditary leader. Under normal circumstances, the sacrifice of this tribe is no more than the pattern of pure white and slightly red Qi luck. Compared with the leader's pulse of Qi luck, Qi luck even falls behind. At this time, it seems that the whole of Qi has become red, which tightly oppresses another Qi.

The formation of this pattern must be that the leader's pulse is comprehensively suppressed, and the leader himself may be captured and killed.

He looked up at the platform.

At this time, the high priest was talking about some spells that ordinary people could not hear, and then after a series of cumbersome rituals, he announced that the sacrifice began.

Seeing this, the people under the stage immediately cheered. However, under this cheering, many people have an aversion in their hearts, and a few people with hatred look at the high priest with some hatred in their eyes.

Most of them are followers of Chen Ming. In other words, after the people of this tribe believed in Chen Ming, the line of faith was established, and they could feel the deep resentment and deep terror on the altar.

Thinking of the slaves and clansmen who died under this altar in the past, coupled with the conflict of beliefs, they naturally began to dislike their instincts.

Chen Ming sat under the stage and looked at a guard who had been guarding the altar. He got up and pressed a slave forward.

The high priest looked at a slave coming forward, with a chill in the corners of his eyes. In the eyes of despair and hatred in the slave's eyes, he always looked serious. He picked up a long dagger in his hand and plunged it quickly and accurately towards his heart.

"Oh!"

The slave convulsed violently, and his hands and feet, which had been bound by the straw rope, moved. He was not dead for a moment. He looked at the high priest with his eyes, and the resentment and fear were clearly visible.

Then at this time, several guards around came forward and saw that he was still struggling. Hei hei smiled. A trace of cruelty and tyranny flashed in his eyes. At the same time, he smashed the stone axe in his hand.

Not long ago, several stone axes were red with blood. On the ground, the man was already dead, and there was only a bloody wreckage on the field.

Seeing this, under the stage, Clem held his hand tightly, a trace of disgust mixed with the previous hatred memory echoed in his heart, making him want to rush forward to fight.

However, in his body, a trace of clear divine power ran faintly, calming his heart. Sensing the power contained in his body at this time, he couldn't help praying urgently: "my God! Quickly order me to come forward and end the corruption that lasted for hundreds of years."

Around, seeing this tragic scene, many people are disgusted. Although people in this world have a stronger tolerance for such scenes because of the bad environment, it does not mean that these people are naturally easy to kill, and murderous and cruel people naturally have it, but most people are disgusted at this scene.

After all, these are not real primitive barbarians, but a rudiment of civilization that has been preliminarily bred and mature.

However, because it was the same in previous years, they didn't feel much, just frowned.

On the high platform, after finishing these, the high priest opened a partition under the altar, and then commanded the guards to throw the bloody body down.

As the partition plate was opened, Chen Mingmei wrinkled his head. Under the altar, there was a display of karma several times stronger than before, which was located at the bottom of the altar. At the same time, the blood gas essence on that corpse is losing at a very fast speed, as if what was sucked away.

He immediately realized that the real body of the ancestral spirit of this tribe must be here.