"Dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang

After the quiet bells and drums rang, the music immediately became louder, and it became more and more deafening in the darkness.

The survival problems of the people of the Nether tribe are, and they have no eyes, so they are naturally lacking in culture. The only thing that is slightly more developed is music. Although it is not rich, the instruments are still complete.

With the sound of musical instruments, Meng Shuai and others climbed to the altar together. Uncle Ming stood in the middle and began the sacrificial process.

To be honest, there are not many sacrificial styles for the people of the Nether tribe. Because they are invisible, many of them are used on the ground to show off their skills and sacrifices. It is meaningless here, so the distinction between a priest's sacrificial skills mainly depends on the recitation of blessings and poetry.

There are more than 700 sacrificial poems in the Nether Clan, of course, most of them have become traces in old paper piles. There are only more than 100 still in use now, and this number is also amazing. If you master more than ten kinds of sacrificial poems, you can sacrifice separately. There are dozens of excellent priests, and hundreds of high priests like Nether Ji.

The one who can meet the most is undoubtedly Ming Zhong. He can learn nearly 300 kinds of sacrificial poems, and he can read them all. This also proves that he was indeed talented at the beginning. Ming Ji knew two hundred kinds of sacrificial poems, but Uncle Ming only knew about one hundred kinds. From this point of view, it is no wonder that Ming Zhong despises Uncle Ming and thinks he is a sloppy fool.

But Meng Shuai cannot compare with Ming Ji. He only knows more than 30 kinds of things that Ming Meng gets. This is what he memorized with his memory. If Ming Zhong does not discuss the future of the Ming clan with Meng Shuai, but discusses the details of the sacrifice, it will be guaranteed that Meng Shuai will be exposed if he can't last for three minutes.

Fortunately, the method adopted by Uncle Ming this time is the most classic and retro high priest. Although few people use it, it is a compulsory course for every priest to get started. The whole process has seven kinds of poetry links. After singing, it is basically the end of the priest.

Another element of sacrifice is the sacrifice array. Although this is also very difficult, it is very single, with only three classic arrays. This is the orthodox location of the Nether Clan and cannot be modified. Ming Ji himself tried to create the fourth one, and was regarded as an alien by the Nether Clan and was criticized. This is still his status and he could not move easily. If others did this, they would have been killed.

It would be great for Meng Shuai to remember the sacrificial rules. He didn't think about being innovative? Follow the steps step by step. While carefully scanning the surrounding situation.

After all, it was a sacrificial sacrifice. Many people from the Nether tribe came. There were about seventy or eighty people in the field, and most of the remaining people were guards from all directions. The Nether tribe had a good sense of safety. Although there were not many foreign enemies, they still remember to guard the gate. With this alone, the attack of the Sun and Moon tribes would not be so smooth today.

So now, where has the ambush of the Sun and Moon Clan reached?

Meng Shuai was also very distressed. His mental power was always limited and he could only scan the surrounding area by a few feet. Of course, there were people from the Nether tribe within this distance. He could not sense the activities of the Sun and Moon tribes behind him. However, he did not know whether it was his psychological effect. He always felt like a light on his back, and his sense of crisis was like a huge rock, which made him breathe unevenly.

At this time, Uncle Ming finished reading a long list of unknown prayer poems and shouted: "Good - sacrifice!"

The crowd separated, and two men and two women were pressed up.

Meng Shuai suddenly felt nervous as he heard the footsteps of the four people.

No, why are some of the steps of people so familiar?

Ren Panpan!

Meng Shuai was a little nervous, surprised and angry, and said to himself: Didn’t you tell them to retreat temporarily? Why are you still used as a sacrifice? What should Yang Chengyun do?

However, he became even more surprised immediately.

Among the two male offerings, Yang Chengyun actually existed.

How is that possible?!

If Ren Panpan was inside and did not evacuate in time, why was Yang Chengyun also there? Yang Chengyun was a transparent person from beginning to end. In the underground world, he could almost never exist. Even those fifteen prisoners were not Yang Chengyun. Yang Chengyun floated in as a hidden identity. Because of this, when he digging the tunnel alone, no one found that there was one missing.

It can be said that among the fifteen prisoners, not to mention four sacrifices, even if they choose fifteen sacrifices, they will not be able to choose Yang Chengyun.

Yet he is indeed here.

What happened?

Meng Shuai's thoughts stagnated for a moment, and Uncle Ming shouted: "Prince Ji?!"

Meng Shuai came to his senses and said, "Hmm?"

Uncle Ming said H, "Take the offering, you will be responsible for the left."

Meng Shuai said oh, then he remembered that according to the sacrificial procedures of the people of the Nether tribe, the sacrifices need to be handled by the deputy priest himself. The deputy priest has a function, which is to be an executioner.

The two on the left... Ren Panpan is here! Meng Shuai breathed a sigh of relief. Ren Panpan is in his hands, not afraid of any accidents. However, Yang Chengyun is not there. Although Meng Shuai was also a little worried, he was not as concerned as Ren Panpan. There is no way. He is close to others and outside. Meng Shuai is a very ordinary person. Moreover, Yang Chengyun's ability is much more reliable than Ren Panpan.

Meng Shuai stepped forward, judged from his mental power, and pulled Ren Panpan's rope. At this moment, his ears moved and he heard a gentle "click".

This sound was very light. If Meng Shuai had not been too close to him, he could not hear it at all. He coughed almost without hesitation, covering this sound with another sound below.

Because he clearly heard that it was the sound of cutting the rope.

He almost didn't have to think about it, and he thought that the Sun and Moon tribe members who were pretending to be captive were breaking free, so of course he had to cover it up. However, the other party probably didn't realize that he was helping him. He didn't plan to expose himself now.

Taking the rope, Meng Shuai took Ren Panpan and the others to one side and took out the axe.

Yes, the way the people of the Nether tribe handled the sacrifice was to chop off their heads with an axe. They kicked the two sacrifices with one kick. Meng Shuai's next move was to chop off their heads with an axe.

At this time, Uncle Ming was still reciting the unknown prayer. Meng Shuai was about to consider whether to contact Ren Panpan under the axe, but when Uncle Ming finished his prayer, he shouted: "Room the drum, go to sacrifice!"

Drum sounded?

What drum is played?

By the way, three drums are needed to slaughter the offerings.

When this thought went on, another thought immediately turned up impatiently - "Three sounds of drums, take action"!

It turns out that the node is here.

When Meng Shuai thought it through, he immediately felt as if he had seen Long Biao before the movie was released. He suddenly became excited, and every cell in his body moved, waiting to see a wonderful show. He almost forgot that he was also part of the show - and a crucial part.

The offerings under his feet were not yet moved. With Ren Panpan's temperament, he was very calm.

"Tong--" With a drum, Meng Shuai raised his axe.

"Tong--" and the sacrifice under his feet made a move to support the ground. Meng Shuai pretended not to notice.

"Tong--" The third drum sounded, and Ren Panpan and another offering were bounced up, rushing up like a carp fighting.

Meng Shuai did not follow the instructions of the Sun and Moon Clan and assassinated Uncle Ming, and there were no other unnecessary actions. He only did one thing-

"ah--"

The screams echoed through the sky, deafening.

As the screams rang out, Meng Shuai fell backwards, and his strength flew away, avoiding the blow from the sacrifices under his feet.

Although this sound was a pretense, it really kicked off the show.

boom--

The screams of the priest on the stage immediately caused chaos. No one knew what was going on, but he was so angry that he was furious by this scream and asked instinctively: "What's going on?"

But when everyone was asking questions, it became a thunderous.

Immediately afterwards, the turmoil turned into turmoil.

Almost in an instant, chaos rose like mushrooms after a rain, mixed with panic spread everywhere, footsteps came from far to near, and instantly, and merged with the turmoil of the crowd at the venue, forming a pot of porridge. There were noise everywhere. People around were shouting, and they could not hear anything, especially when the surroundings were dark and no one could see them, they instinctively pricked up their ears and judged their position by their voices. When the sounds around could not provide information, panic could no longer be suppressed.

There was only a "ah" sound, someone screamed, and then another sound. In the midst of a commotion, the screams were several decibels higher, which could be easily distinguished.

At this time, among the few important figures, the most uninformed Uncle Ming heard the scream, and was confused at first, and asked loudly: "What's going on? Ji Ji..." He felt the wind suddenly start, so he quickly lowered his head to dodge, and a stinging sound was swept away, and the priest crown on his head was swept down, and the sharp wind sound came over again.

"There is an enemy!" He screamed, his first thought was to turn around and run away. Compared to Ming Ji, who has a cruel personality and Ming Zhong, his ability to adapt and fighting spirit are both terrible. But his body movements are still quite fast.

The sound of an enemy awakened some of the people of the Nether tribe. Someone immediately shouted: "Soldiers! If the enemy invades, come with me!"

This is a great warrior of the Nether Clan. He has a prestige and is not an important role in sacrificial occasions, but in terms of tactical qualities, he can be said to be the best in the entire clan.

The great warrior pulled out his weapons, a pair of long halberds, and his thrust was extremely penetrating and could be heard clearly in the noise.

This is the fighting method of the people of the Nether tribe. The people of the Nether tribe who have no eyes can reproduce to the extreme of their use of sound. The method of using sound to gather teams in battle is very ordinary. And different rhythms have different meanings, which only their own tribe can understand.

For a moment, many people from the Underworld who had no master heard the sound and came over.

Of course, this sound can not only summon one's own people, but also expose the position to the enemy. However, most of the enemies are surrounded from the outside, while the people of the Nether tribe are in the inner circle, closer to the warriors. Before the outsiders approach, a battle team of the Nether tribe had already formed.

At this time, people outside were still pouring in, but people inside were about to go out. Mingke shouted loudly: "Listen to the cannon to do it--" Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped abruptly, but someone stuck his neck from behind. She felt an old and familiar voice whisper in her ear: "I really can't bear to part with you."

Then, I knew nothing.

On the stage, there are still four sacrifices left by the inner guards. They still have tasks.

Ren Panpan got up from the ground. Although he failed to assassinate successfully, he also leaned forward. At this time, she was very excited until a hand appeared out of thin air and pulled her tightly.

Ren Panpan was shocked, and the blade of his backhand passed by, but was caught again. A very familiar voice said: "Silent, don't move."
Chapter completed!