"Bang Bang~~"

The sound of drums shook the sky, roared in bursts, and the aura of slaughter was pervasive, even the sound of a long roar like a bull and a dragon was also muffled.

The entire Ghost Yin Forest seemed to be trembling under the sound of war drums, and countless pitch blacks fell, as if it was raining, and it was desolate.

"Avoid the water and roar!"

"Here they go!"

Zhang Fan's steps were abruptly retracted, and he listened attentively, and a touch of joy appeared between his eyebrows.

It was like a bull's roar and a dragon's roar, and it was heard in the ears from afar, as if an invisible sledgehammer was smashed, and the powerful power of shaking the soul directly out of the body was naturally a roar to avoid water and the sky.

Apparently, the remnants had already done their thing, and had succeeded in luring the Quake-Shaking Roar out of the water.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan dared to delay, and suddenly put away the idea of exploring the tribe, shook in place, and disappeared.

A fiery red streamer, holding its breath but not slowing down, quickly walked through the dense forest, and after a few turns, it bypassed the last row of tall trees, and suddenly opened up in front of him.

What appeared in front of him was a large sparkling, incomparably wide and boundless huge lake, and the wonder of the big lake in this dense forest suddenly jumped into Zhang Fan's eyes.

In the dense forest, the terrain that originally seemed to be only a little undulating suddenly fell to this place, flush on all sides, and the middle depression was like a funnel, just enough to hold a huge amount of lake water, forming a mirror-like flat lake.

In the plain day, the calm lake reflects the high Yuan magnetic clouds, and the ghost yin dense forest on all sides seems to be a beautiful picture that is still changing.

If you can flatten the boat and fish on the lake, you will be free from the gods.

It's a pity that such a beautiful scenery at this time, under the confrontation between the upper and lower sides, no longer exists.

At a distance of about three feet above the surface of the lake, a dense layer of dark green spread like a substance, spreading far away, completely covering the entire surface of the lake that could not be seen at a glance.

These dark green breaths are not calm, they are constantly tumbling and boiling, and from a distance, it seems that there are countless dark green palms, scratching towards the sky, as if they want to pull people into the lake to be buried.

What can create such a scene is definitely not an ordinary supernatural power, and the purpose of doing so is naturally impossible to be a decoration.

The power of the dark green breath can be known in the huge figure in the sky.

Zhang Fan's eyes focused on it for the first time, and it was the goal of his trip - to avoid the roar of the water and the sky!

The water above the lake roars, up and down, left and right, no matter which direction you look at, it is enough to have the size of a three-zhang square circle, horizontal in mid-air, just like a hill, but it will not give people a bloated feeling.

It had a large twisted head, its high nostrils gasping for breath, and below its nostrils, a huge mouth that took up most of its face opened and closed, and the endless airflow was turbulent and surging, as if it could turn into an earth-shattering roar at any moment.

Above the body of the roar of the water, under the reflection of the light of the water surface waves, the light of the heavenly yuan magnetism, and so on, the scales all over the body appeared colorful and dazzling, as if there were countless mirrors inlaid on it.

The strength of these scales goes without saying, just look at the almost countless dents on them to know the strength of the defense.

The traces of the dents are still very new, I am afraid that they have just bombarded the body of the water and the heavens, but in an instant, so many dents, but none of them have penetrated the scales, and they have really hurt its **, at best, but it is just more provoking its wild surname.

However, this water-shaking roar was not really unscathed, and on the huge body, there were still some places, where the dark red blood could be seen left along the scales, rolling down into the dark green aura below, and was instantly devoured.

These bloody wounds can be seen with a touch of dark green aura entangled, so that the wound will not heal, let the blood flow endlessly, and consume its strength step by step.

It is estimated that it was because of this dark green aura that the water-avoiding roar in the sky did not retract into the water, but confronted the hundreds of people in the field!

Although this giant beast has been injured, but across the sky, the huge deterrent is still unscrupulously emanated, there is no need to roar, as long as the eyes of the sea bowl are the size of the bull's eye, it can make people's hearts awe-inspiring, and give birth to the urge to escape.

Below, the remnants scattered around the lakeshore did not have the slightest intention of dodging, but all showed a crazy face, and kept raising their arms and cheering, as if it was just a roar of water avoidance that was still powerful and still strong, but it was just meat on the board.

In front of these remnants, a blood-red thing attracted Zhang Fan's attention.

It is an altar carved from red jade, about one zhang high, it looks simple and simple, full of wild and primitive atmosphere, no pattern, no fine carving, only a fierce, a struggle, and nature to fight for life, and the wild beasts, between heaven and earth, to win a piece of vitality and breath.

The moment he noticed this altar, Zhang Fan's pupils shrank suddenly, firstly, because this altar is clearly not an ordinary product, I am afraid that there is another mystery, at least at least, it is also an extremely strong witchcraft weapon, such a magic weapon that condenses the spirit of countless living beings, is the supreme treasure of witchcraft.

Second, it is because on the altar, there is a touch of clotted snow white in a piece of blood red.

Seeing this snow white, Zhang Fan somewhat understood why Gui'er was so afraid of sacrifices.

It was clearly a naked young woman, who looked no more than the prime of her life, but at this time she was lying naked on the altar, even if the cold wind blew, there was no trembling, as if she had no feeling.

The poignancy in the fierceness is not expressed for the time being, and her expression alone makes Zhang Fan look awe-inspiring.

What kind of expression is that! It is intoxication, sacrifice, satisfaction, and more importantly, a kind of sublimation!

Zhang Fan never thought that a person, a young woman, could show such an artistic conception just by her expression when she was almost unconscious, and among them, only pain was missing, which should be the most deserving expression.

The woman on the altar had infinite beauty between her chest and abdomen, and an invisible scratch added to the poignant.

The scratches were extremely subtle, and with Zhang Fan's eyesight, he could only see the bright red of the thickness of his hair, as if there was an extremely sharp knife that had broken through it.

Looking at this woman's appearance at this time, even Zhang Fan's hard-hearted heart and a touch of unbearable color still appeared in his eyes, and he couldn't help but look away slightly, unwilling to look at it again.

This woman, as a sacrificial object, at this time, was already in a state between life and death, even if he was willing to take action, he could not save it.

Her soul seems to have been sucked away by something, leaving only a part of her purity, which is still in the **, waiting for that moment.

That moment came quickly.

In the midst of a soft cough, an extremely old man, leaning forward, staggered beside him with the support of a middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes, his pale head almost hanging to the ground.

As soon as such an old man, who knew at a glance that death was not far away, all the remnants were silent, and they all bowed down to the sides, making way for a wide road that led to a shrine on the shore of the lake.

Except for a few old men who were wielding magic weapons similar to bone staffs, entangled with a dark green aura to avoid the water and roar to the sky, the others all looked at this rickety old man, and called out respectfully and softly from time to time:

"Great Elder!"

Every time the words "Great Elder" were shouted, the faces of the bereaved people showed infinite reverence, and the whole person's spirit was also shocked, as if this simple title contained some mysterious power.

Zhang Fan's gaze also focused on this old man.

Although this person is not shocking and dead, as if he may lose his breath at any time, but I don't know why, at the beginning of seeing him, my heart was a pang, and it felt like facing an aging male lion.

In just a moment, the Great Elder had already come to the bottom of the altar, slowly raised his head, looked at the water-shaking roar in the air, and whispered in a hoarse voice, as if whispering:

"It's almost over, let's start the sacrifice!"

As he spoke, a trembling, bruised dry hand stretched out and pressed it to the altar as if caressing.

"Boom~"

A stream of blood suddenly rose from the altar, and after being hazy and vague, a spiritual artistic conception rose to the sky, shocking all, that is, under the entanglement of the dark green breath, it became more and more angry, and the roar of avoiding the water and shaking the sky with his mouth open couldn't help but pause.

This spiritual conception is the beginning of the birth of this altar, and countless remnants have sacrificed with it, all the sacrifices, bravery, struggles, and cruelty...... Together, it is one of the essential forces of human beings and the source of the power of witchcraft.

Stepping on the void, if there is a ladder, the great elder who looks dying step by step, volleys into the void, and steps on the top of the altar.

With a light cough, his expression was suddenly solemn, and his rickety body was also straightened up, like a sharp sword piercing into the sky.

A young voice, like an old chant, came down from the altar:

"The sky is the sky, and there is no such thing, but it is vast!"

——Bow from afar, worship the sky, and the sky is silent.

"He is the land of the rich, feed my life, and let me return!"

——Worship the earth again, be virtuous, and the earth will be silent.

"Life in the world, self-improvement, worship my crippled body, think of it as a sacrifice, and earn your life with the sky!"

——Three worships as a human being, a small creature, living in heaven and earth, struggling to survive!

"Heaven and earth, people, ghosts and gods, win scales and feathers. ”

"Hurry!"

The voice of the old man, at the beginning, was inaudible, but later, the sound reverberated the universe, and it was the roar of the water and the sky, and it could not be concealed.

"Boom~"

The thunderous sound is the aftermath of the old man's three worships and sacrifices, as soon as the word "disease" comes out, it is like heaven, earth, people, ghosts and gods echoing together, and infinite power slowly emerges from the thin body of the great elder and from the altar filled with blood.

"It's ......"

Looking at the changes in the sky above the altar, Zhang Fan's face gradually sank, full of solemnity.

(To be continued)