As time went by, and as the wine jars in the hands of the strong man and the striped man became empty, not only were there a few more people with similar status around them, but also on the periphery of the sacrificial hall,

It is already overrun with monsters.

On weekdays, the prehistoric forest always gives people a strange and dead feeling, but now, it is actually full of worldly excitement.

I really don’t know where so many monsters are hiding, so that the toad can’t see them all.

Moreover, the clothes of these people are also various. Although they are all similar to what people wear, they have a nondescript feeling.

After all, it has a half-animal, half-human head, so it looks awkward.

Not far away, in addition to the various strange sounds when the monsters gathered, there were also some whining sounds that resembled human voices.

The strong man turned his head, and through his sight, Song Yu saw large wooden cages one after another. There seemed to be prohibitions and bans engraved on them, but inside there were men and women, old and young.

If it were another world, or a hundred hours earlier, facing these living people who were about to be sacrificed, even if Song Yu had inevitably become a toad, maybe there would still be some human compassion in his heart.

I will try my best to save these people.

But at this moment, let alone pity, he himself actually felt a little excited.

How to say?

I really want to see how living people are slaughtered in this sacrifice.

From this point of view, the kindness that remained in this toad's temperament, or more accurately, the inherent sympathy in human nature, has long since ceased to exist.

In fact, this is indeed the case. Natural selection is a natural selection process. Human life is life, and the lives of all living creatures are also life. In Song Yu's heart at this moment, there is no difference between a person and an ant.

So we can only think that they deserve it, because when this group of people appeared in the prehistoric forest, it was already shown that these guys did not take the lives of the demon clan seriously. To be able to end up in such a situation, in Toad's perception,

That's bad luck and you deserve to die!

It's just a pity that those few pretty female cultivators have really white and tender skin. Compared with the scaly and armored monsters in front of them, they are just like watery tofu just out of the pot. If this were

Take a bite...

Toad's mouth watered just thinking about it, but it also reminded him of that lecherous predator.

However, due to his own spiritual thoughts, Song Yu could not undo the restrictions on the spirit beast card until he fully recovered from his spiritual injuries.

The truth is that this guy has been harboring evil thoughts and has the extravagant hope of "eternally wanting to destroy me."

However, the elephant demon currently being controlled is quite good. At least so far, he is still very cooperative.

Looking at the other side of the sacrificial hall, there are still many demon tribes rushing here one after another.

No one came empty-handed, and they were extremely particular about bringing all living creatures, but two of the groups caught Song Yu's attention.

Especially the three guys at the head, one old, one strong and one fat.

If Toad remembers correctly, these three guys are Bai Hongwei's biggest enemies.

I didn’t expect to be alive and well, but it’s a pity that Grandma Bai has become a fox-skin lantern.

Revenge him?

Stop it, Toad has no such leisure. Besides, if he really does this, when he sees Bai Hongwei again, Song Yu may not be grateful at all based on his understanding of her bad temper, but will instead be angry with him.

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After all, it was his own deep hatred. He was a toad with green onions stuck in his nostrils, pretending to be an elephant. Bai Hongwei might even vent her hatred on him.

So Toad just glanced at those guys for a few times, and then focused all his attention on the old man with white eyebrows who appeared outside the sacrificial hall again.

Just listen to him say: "Are you all here?"

The loud sound below suddenly stopped, and there was a middle-aged female cultivator dressed in humanoid form, twisting her waist like a water snake, walked quickly to the old man, and said something in a murmur,

The old man just nodded expressionlessly, and then transmitted a few words in a silent riddle.

The woman with heavy makeup turned around and said loudly to the demon clan: "Enter the palace!"

Immediately, the place that was originally sitting in a casual and too messy posture, somehow found an inherent order.

Toad could see clearly that this didn't seem to be about size, but about ethnic groups.

This group of sub-monsters, or to be more precise, the few who gathered around the elephant demons, seemed different from the ones over there who were surrounded by ethnic groups.

Obviously, they seemed not to be welcomed here, but on the other side, they held their heads high and held their chests high, and walked into the sacrificial hall one after another under the gaze of everyone.

It wasn't until all those monsters had gone in that it was their turn to be scattered monsters without roots.

It seems that no matter where you go, you have to talk about power, because this thing is directly linked to ostentation.

Toad thought to himself, these monsters are really vulgar and boring.

The elephant demon parasitized by him seems to have long been accustomed to this.

Not only him, but the others next to him were also the same, so when it was their turn, under the attention of each tribe, even though they were empty-handed, they did not feel ashamed, either walking side by side or alone,

Everyone also entered the so-called sacrificial hall.

For a toad who has seen the world, the situation here is really too shabby.

Not to mention the gold furnishings, not even a luminous pearl was visible. The light relied entirely on torches and holes above the head.

As for the interior, it is completely like a hollow pit, without even a simple carving. Compared with the Sea Clan, which is also of the same lineage as the Demon Clan, these guys in the deep mountains and swamps are, to put it mildly, primitive.

To put it bluntly, it means poverty.

Although it is said that cultivating Taoism and seeking truth does not pay attention to these things, it should always make people feel a little pleasing to the eye.

Toad curled his lips in disdain, but then he thought again, they are all beasts and demon cultivators. How can they be so stinky and particular? Could it be that they have not lost their humanity?

This is not a good sign, because he always feels that human nature is too weak and that animal nature is strong.

It is true that human beings are too easily swayed by emotions, and a senior in the world of cultivation once said that people who can be swayed by emotions are useless!

Toad is convinced of this. After all, among those who have been emperors in history, which one is not a ruthless person?

Song Yuzheng was thinking wildly, and his eyes couldn't help but be attracted by something in the stone hall. To be more precise, it was a large black stone with a square shape.
Chapter completed!