Nine Yang Divine Doctor Chapter 664: Ten Thousand Witches Sacrifice
"Blood Pool, open!" The hour came, and the nine elders took action together. The powerful powerlessness injected into the seal on the blood pool, absorbing the powerlessness of the nine elders. The seal began to slowly open. A huge pool of blood appeared in front of him, and streams of pure blood energy continued to overflow, surging in the air.
"What a pure blood!" Tianyang smelled the blood qi emitted from the blood pool, and his pores couldn't help but start to open. I don't know how many witch tribes can gather after sacrifice. Moreover, after countless years of refining of the blood pool, they have become extremely pure. If any witch tribe can enter the blood pool, it will definitely be able to greatly purify the blood in its body. Its attractiveness to all witch tribes is absolutely extremely huge. Even people like Tianyang who only integrate the bloodline of the blood deficiency witch tribes almost couldn't control it.
Under the blood pool, a blood-colored altar slowly rose, and 9999 and huge blood-colored pillars also rose around it. The great witch who presided over the sacrifice walked up to the blood-colored altar, and the 9999 witch clans who sacrificed together stood on the blood-colored pillars with death. Bloodshots emerged from the blood-colored pillars, all of which bound their bodies.
"With my body, my spirit, sacrifice to the Father God." The great witch who presided over the sacrifice ceremony shouted violently, and his body exploded instantly, turning into 9999 blood lines to connect each blood column. The great witch spirit merged with the altar, urging the altar to start to operate. The witch sacrificial spells on the above lit up, instantly covering the entire blood pool. The spells on the 9999 and the blood column also lit up one after another. The essence and blood of each witch clan on the blood column began to flow continuously to the blood altar along the blood line. The essence and blood of each witch clan began to increase continuously, and the power of the witch curses on it became stronger and stronger.
The bodies of 9999 witch clans began to melt slowly, and the witch spirit gradually merged into the blood pillar under their body, fusing the witch spirit. The witch curses on the blood pillar became brighter and brighter, and the aura revealed on them became stronger and stronger. These blood pillars that fused countless witch spirits and were nurtured by countless years of essence and blood of the witch clan. The originally ordinary blood pillars have now become one powerful spiritual treasure after another. If anyone could take this set of spiritual treasures for himself, they would probably not be weaker than any innate treasure.
"Boom!" A wave of blood rose from the blood pool, and the blood altar and blood column began to slowly sink, and soon sank into the blood pool again.
"It's over?" Tianyang looked at the blood pool that gradually recovered from peace. The lives of the Ten Thousand Witch Clan were gone. He really didn't understand what the meaning of the sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sac
"It's over, another 10,000 Wu Clan's good guy is gone." Elder Wu Jiu looked at the blood pool that had risen less than half an inch with some sadness. Although being able to sacrifice was the glory of every Wu Clan, he really couldn't bear it.
"Elder Nine, what is the significance of this sacrifice ceremony? Why do tens of thousands of witch clans sacrifice every time?"
"What's the point? It's all about keeping the last relics of Father Pangu. Why do you think Pangu's heart has not dried up in the past so many years? It's because there are countless witch tribes offering sacrifices, using their own essence and blood and witch spirit to transport nutrients to Pangu's heart, so that it can keep it alive and maintain beating."
"The death of Father Pangu, it should have been more than ten thousand kalpas since it was now. The witch clans who sacrificed this place may be dozens of times more than the entire witch clan. Is it worth making such a great sacrifice just for a relic of Father God?"
"It's worth it, why isn't it worth it? Father Pangu has opened up this world. Without him, there would be no sentient beings in the world now. Saying for him is the supreme honor and disgrace of all our witch tribes. Moreover, if Pangu's heart loses its vitality, the last drop of blood will become a drop of dead blood, and then Pangu's bloodline will disappear from the world forever, which is absolutely impossible for our witch tribe to allow."
"Since that's the case, it should be even earlier that people should inherit Pangu's bloodline. In this way, there will not be so many witch people who sacrificed themselves."
"You are right. You should be able to inherit Pangu's bloodline as soon as possible. If this continues, our witch clan cannot afford it at all." After all, the witch clan is no longer the glorious witch clan. Now the total population of the entire witch clan is definitely no more than 100 million. And the number is still decreasing. If this sacrifice ceremony continues, the only thing waiting for the witch clan will be waiting for the destiny.
"Brothers, my witch clan has another great witch and 9999 good men. I don't know what you want to say now?" Elder Wu looked at the other eight elders, and he felt very heartbroken. The witch who presided over the sacrifice ceremony was an orphan he adopted since childhood. He watched him grow up day by day and work hard to become a great witch. Today, he has dedicated everything to the witch clan.
"Brother, we are all heartbroken about the sacrifices of thousands of people in the tribe, but being able to sacrifice to the Father God is also the glory of all our witch clans. We should not be sad, but proud of them."
"Pride, they are indeed the pride of our witch clan, but they have sacrificed their lives. Do you hope that such sacrifice will continue? How many times can the witch clan bear such sacrifice?"
"Brother is right. We can't continue to wait. We must select the last heir of Pangu's bloodline as soon as possible." Elder Wu quickly expressed his approval. His failure to inherit Pangu's bloodline back then was his biggest regret in his life.
"I agree, I agree..." All the nine elders passed. After all, they were also very clear about the form of the witch clan. This kind of sacrifice had a serious impact on the witch clan.
"Okay, since everyone agrees, then this time, we will really decide the ownership of Pangu's bloodline. You probably won't have any objections." Elder Wu's eyes swept across every Pangu's bloodline heir. The successors of this generation are really very good. Among them, there must be people who can truly inherit Pangu's bloodline.
"Of course not." Tianyang looked at Elder Wu with a smile. The opportunity he was waiting for finally came. Pangu's bloodline, as long as he could inherit Pangu's bloodline, even if he could not become another Pangu, he would definitely be confident that he would not lose to the Three Pure Daozun who inherited Pangu's spirit.