Chapter 233 God's stick is born

There is a black and red cross standing on the altar ten meters high. On the cross is a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl. The girl is pure white, and there is no trace of blood on a pure face that should be full of vitality, and it is as white as a piece of paper.

Next to the black and red cross is a black tripod. The red flame jumps in the tripod. Four people in priest's uniforms are sprinkling something into the tripod while chanting strange spells.

In front of the black tripod, an old man in a complicated priest's uniform stood upright. People looked at him with respect and fear.

The two of them hid in the corner and frowned slightly when they saw this.

"Are these people going to sacrifice that girl to heaven?" Red sandalwood's quiet eyes were low, and he looked closely at the situation.

"It seems so." Wu Cang Juelan hugged her with one hand behind her, looked as usual, and reminded in a low voice, "Amu, don't be impulsive. This ceremony looks very huge. I don't know how many people are paying attention to it secretly. When you come here, don't be extracurricular."

The red sandalwood clenched his five fingers and did not answer when he heard the words. Unlike her, a life is nothing in his eyes. It's good to save him, but if it will affect his plan, he will have a clear conscience if he doesn't save it. And although she is not a kind-hearted person, it is difficult to accept such a stupid and ignorant way to die. It's so ridiculous to sacrifice human life to death.

Wu Cang Juelan smiled and shook his head and stopped talking. His Amu knew it. Forget it, it's okay to break the basket. He came to support her, but he didn't believe that with his current strength, there was someone who could hurt him under his protection.

The four priests who jumped around the black tripod finally finished jumping. After the four people crawled on the ground and made a big salute, they slowly retreated to the old man in complicated priest's uniform and stood.

The tall and serious old priest looked at the people under the altar and said like alms: "The girl of the Liu family, the tribute chosen by the gods. With the blood of Lu, open the pilgrimage road and offer the purest soul. May God bless our temple for all ages.

"May God bless our family for all ages."

"May God bless our family for all ages."

"May God bless our family for all ages."

The sound of pilgrimage one after another filled the earth in the golden sun, and the people in the square crawled to the ground and worshiped in the direction of the priest's platform.

Seeing this, the old priest waved his sleeve robe and turned to the girl. The black and red dagger was taken out of the wide cuffs, the dry and old hand slowly pulled the dagger away, and the sharp blade shone in the golden light.

The old priest was covered with sacred and inviolable majesty, but his eyes were extremely indifferent. He looked at the weak girl in front of him, and the knife in his hand cut the girl's blood vessels without mercy.

The bright red blood flowed down from the girl, slowly penetrated into the ground, and slowly fainted on the holy altar. All this happened in the sun.

The red sandalwood was held in his arms by Wu Cang Juelan. Bei Teeth tightly bit his lower lip, and his body trembled slightly. These people are obviously life. How can they be so ruthless? The so-called priest's indifference is enough. Those people in the square, not only have no pity in their eyes, but also the excitement on their faces, and the worshipful body, which hurts her eyes, looks holy, but in fact, it is really dirty!

"Amu, calm down first, the girl can hold on for a while." Wu Cang Juelan's iron arm tightened her, and his eyes paid close attention to the situation around him. While constantly thinking about the route in his heart, he whispered in her ear, "Amu, believe me, that girl will be fine. Calm down first, good boy."

Red sandalwood listened to the familiar voice in his ear and kept comforting her. His ups and downs gradually calmed down. His thin fingers touched the thin whip, and his eyes were closely watching the situation of the altar girl.

The girl's bloodless face became paler and paler. She lowered her head slightly, and there was no sadness or joy on her face, but in those clear eyes, the faint sadness poured out. She looked at her blood staining the altar and flowing down the white steps along the lines of the altar. The people under the steps were full of joy, as if they were doing the most noble thing in the world.

She couldn't help laughing and looked up at the eternal sky. She smiled desolately and sarcastically. God, this is your people, and this is your kindness. What else have you created besides sin?

Red sandalwood looked at the girl's smile and his pupils shrank. He couldn't wait any longer. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and his hand opened his waist and was about to rush out.

Unexpectedly, she was fast, and Wu Cang Juelan was faster. He tightened his hoop and buried his head in her ear and whispered, "Don't move, he's coming."

Is he coming? The red sandalwood looked doubtfully and saw that a road was separated on the square full of people. A thin and delicate figure walked quietly among the crowd. Then, the sound mixed with mint and fragrance fell gently in the sun: "I just got the oracle, respect God's will, and the cloud girl was insulted. Although it did not succeed, God The style is shallow, and it is not worthy to be a gift from God.

"What? Insulted?" The crowd below exploded. How can God's chosen person be insulted? This is a contempt for the gods, and he can't understand it.

The old priest's eyes became cold. He looked at the thin figure coming quietly below. The golden light wrapped him, and his pure white clothes reflected the light like a glowing body, holy and gentle.

"Is what His Royal Highness the Son said serious?" The old priest's heavy words fell, and he looked at him and couldn't wait to take him apart and eat him.

"I am a messenger of God. Does the high priest doubt the words of God?" The soft tone is indeed a soft attack. The language of doubting God is absolutely disrespectful to the gods. In this dungeon, ten thousand deaths is not enough for civilians to be angry.

"What evidence does His Royal Highness the Son have?" The high priest spoke fiercely. It is no secret that the ruling priest's temple and the spiritual temple are not at peace.

The Holy Son has been on the altar. He gently untied the girl's shackles. After handing over the girl to the doctor behind him for treatment, he smiled pure and beautifully in front of the people in the square and whispered, "I just took a nap. The gods dreamed. It was clear that the son of the owner of the Fengfa Hall had intended to pollute the cloud girl, although he did not succeed. But it is no longer pure and flawless. Such a soul is a disrespectful sin for the gods.

"There is such a thing..." As soon as the crowd heard the Son's words, their eyes were fiercely directed at the people in the priest's hall. Whether it's true or not, it's better to believe such a thing. What is dedicated to the gods can't tolerate a trace of dirt!

"Bring it up." The Son is wrapped in golden light, and his voice is full of gentle love.

Soon, two people in white robes pressed a man and knelt him under the altar fiercely.

Shengzi's soft clothes gently spread across the steps and stood in front of the man, "Raise your head." The soft voice seems to have a magic power, which makes people unable to defend it and can't resist it at all.

The man raised his head, and a pair of pure and flawless eyes like crystal reflected in his eyes. He seemed to see that the crystal world was constantly changing, pure and beautiful, holy and magical.

"The seventh day of this month, do you intend to get involved with Liu Jia Yunnu?" The clean voice asked softly.

The man looked slightly stunned, completely ignoring the shouting of several people on the sacrificial stage and said, "Yes."

"Your parents were killed by you in order to stop you, right?" The soft voice is like talking to the most vulnerable baby.

"Yes." He confessed and said aggrievedly like a child, "I was also scared and ran away on the spot."

Shengzi smiled gently, gently wiped his eyes with his five fingers, and then raised his head and looked at the people quietly.

"Kill this dog!"

"Yes, kill him!"

"It's not a pity to die for the tribute of the gods!"

People's angry shouts kept pouring in. The Holy Son just looked at it quietly, and then smiled softly at the fierce eyes of the high priest, full of kindness and softly said, "The gods will treat each of his children well. Just throw him into the black tripod."

The black and red cross is used to dedicate the purest tribute to the gods, while the black tripod with blood-colored flames is used to burn the ugliest souls. The fire is extraordinary, more than a thousand knives.

The high priest bit off his old teeth and shook out this matter in front of all the people, even if he didn't want to have a second choice under so many eyes.

"Burt him! Burn him! Burn him!" Under the shout of hatred, the man was finally thrown into the black tripod, and the miserable cry was only high or low under the angry shouts of people, which showed the pain.

"Although Liu Jia Yun Nv is innocent, she is innocent, and I will take her into prison for the time being." After saying this quietly, the Holy Son slowly led the people away from here.

"This boy is really cruel." The corners of Wu Cang Juelan's lips hooked slightly, and the eyes of the Holy Son were full of inquiry.

"Corn..." Red sandalwood was first shocked by the man, and then surprised by what happened. Finally, he said speechlessly, "I thought I was a magic stick when I was a witch, but I didn't expect that the magic stick was born."

Thinking of the thin and weak teenager, so soft and beautiful, he didn't want to be equated with the magic stick. But in fact, there is nothing wrong with that god, light and charitable words. He is not a great good person.

Red sandalwood felt that if the magic stick of the cocoon was worth 100, she was afraid that she would not get a passing score. Although they wanted to use the belief of the demon girl to do something before, after her grandfather's full support and Wu Cang Juelan practiced the combination of human swords, they directly solved it by force.

The blood marked with the 'unclean' sign on the altar has been cleaned up. The man in the black tripod has no more sound, and the real is burned to ashes, and the people in the square have also returned to their homes.

Wu Cang Juelan suddenly remembered something and looked at her with a smile and said, "Amu, don't you have any tricks to look at the kit your grandfather gave you?"

Red sandalwood looked at him faintly, which was more funny. Grandpa said that she had to open it unless she had to, but since she had to know it sooner or later, why didn't she know earlier?

So, at the insinuation of someone, she opened the kit.