Fantasy: My Sect is 100 Million Points Stronger

Among the platforms, there are five old men who stand out the most!

They were sitting on five large animal skin chairs, with white hair and childish faces, and piercing eyes. They were filled with a mysterious and vast aura. This aura was not an aura of strength, but a kind of temperament.

What's even weirder is that not only are their foreheads carved with strange black lines, but their entire faces are also covered with strange black lines, making it impossible to see their faces clearly.

"Those five are the five oldest elders of our Litian tribe!"

"Every sacrifice is presided over by five elders!"

"They have lived for countless years and are the most prestigious beings in the Litian tribe!"

Seeing Wang Feng's gaze, Zhamu on the side explained aloud, with a touch of piety in his eyes. After entering this place of sacrifice, Zhamu became a little reserved and not as lively as before.

After hearing Zhamu's words, Wang Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and kept looking at the five elders.

Under his prying eyes, the five elders were only at the peak of the Holy Tribulation. How could they have such a long lifespan?

Indeed, after reaching the holy realm of Qiankun, even the lowest sage can live for hundreds of thousands of years. But from those five elders, he felt the extremely ancient aura. Those who can have such aura will definitely not only live for hundreds of thousands of years. Millions of years so simple.

This Litian tribe is full of weirdness, which makes Wang Feng secretly wary.

Just when Wang Feng was deep in thought, he suddenly felt several eyes falling on him. He stared suddenly and met the deep gazes of the five elders.

That gaze was like the vast starry sky, making people unable to comprehend it at all. It even gave Wang Feng a feeling of falling, which made Wang Feng feel a little frightened.

It is a bit incredible no matter how you look at it, just five elders at the peak of the Holy Tribulation can actually give him, a strong man at the peak of the Emperor, such a feeling.

Just when Wang Feng was frightened, the five elders looked away and continued to focus on the center of the altar.

Wang Feng also followed their gaze and found that in the center of the altar, there was a dark ancient tripod. The entire ancient tripod was carved with dense and strange patterns. Even with Wang Feng's knowledge, I don't even know what the strange lines mean.

"Hum!"

Suddenly, a mysterious note came from the mouths of the five elders, and wisps of cold bloody lines spread out from their bodies, following the lines on the platform, and converged towards the dark ancient cauldron.

At this time, Wang Feng discovered that on the altar, a huge pattern like a Bagua diagram was carved, and the ancient tripod was located in the center of the pattern!

"Buzz!"

In the blink of an eye, the entire huge pattern glowed with a bloody light, as if the somewhat dim world was dyed red. The dark red light reflected on the faces of Wang Feng and others, making everyone present look extremely... So weird!

"boom!"

As these bloody lines gathered on the dark ancient cauldron, the lines on the entire ancient cauldron seemed to be stained with blood, and a layer of blood light appeared one after another. The mysterious sound of sacrifice suddenly filled the world. The echo made Wang Feng feel a little drowsy.

"God bless you!"

Just after the sound of the sacrifice came out, every member of the Litian tribe present, even Zhamu, knelt down directly on the ground, with their whole body almost touching the ground, shouting loudly, and the sound shook this ancient village. A place of worship!

Even Wang Feng felt a faint desire to worship in his heart, his body involuntarily bent down, and his eyes were a little blurred!

"town!"

Wang Feng gritted his teeth, roared, and forced the power in his body to activate the soul of destiny in his mind. The mysterious lines of destiny appeared in Wang Feng's mind, driving out this feeling, making Wang Feng Feng's whole body regained its clarity.

Wang Feng couldn't help but have a hint of fear on his face. He who had reached the peak of the Emperor seemed to be dominated by this mysterious sacrificial power. If he hadn't possessed the Soul of Destiny, he would have fallen into this mysterious sacrificial power!

After regaining his clarity, Wang Feng looked towards the ancient altar and found that even the five elders on the altar knelt down directly on the altar, with their heads just on the ground. They didn't even dare to lift up and take a look.

The bloody lines are still spreading on the huge pattern on the altar, and the blood color blooming in the ancient cauldron is becoming more and more intense, as if an ancient power has been awakened under this sacrifice.

A terrifying aura erupted from the altar, as strong as Wang Feng. After feeling this aura, his whole body could not stop trembling.

In the sky and the earth, there is a dark wind, and the sky is filled with black clouds. The huge black clouds turn into a huge whirlpool, as if driving the entire sky. It seems that even the sky and the earth are rotating!

But if someone is in the Dayan Mountains outside the Litian Tribe, they will find that the entire Dayan Mountains has a clear sky with no dark clouds at all. Even in the sky where the Litian Tribe is located, there are no dark clouds.

In the place of sacrifice, Wang Feng's heart trembled. Under the background of this astonishing vision, the ancient altar became majestic and majestic, like a divine platform, and the ancient tripod was filled with an astonishing aura.

"Festival!"

I don't know which elder made the sound, and the hoarse voice resounded throughout the entire sacrificial place. As this voice sounded, the five elders and the people from the Litian tribe present cut their palms open, and strands of blood flowed from them. The flows flowed out of the palms and converged towards the ancient cauldron!

The rich smell of blood filled the world. As the blood poured in, the ancient cauldron trembled even more. A bright dark red light bloomed from the ancient cauldron.

This scene looks extremely shocking. From Wang Feng's perspective, it looks like the downy blood-drinking ancestors praying to the gods in ancient times. This is a strange and impactful picture.

"Creak!"

A harsh sound, like friction, suddenly resounded in this place of sacrifice, making Wang Feng feel his eardrums hurting. He used his power to protect himself, and at the same time activated his soul of destiny to ensure that he was clear and safe from this terrifying force. The influence of the power of sacrifice.

After the sound sounded, Wang Feng found that the people of the Litian tribe were all trembling, their heads stuck to the ground, and they did not dare to raise their heads to take a look.

At the same time, bursts of ancient musical notes came from the mouths of the five elders. This was a unique sacrificial inscription of the Litian tribe. Even though Wang Feng tried his best to understand the meaning of this sacrificial inscription, he still could not understand it at all.

As the sacrificial inscription rang out, the ancient cauldron trembled more violently, as if it was moving the entire earth, causing the ground in this area to tremble slightly.