In the following days, the daily journey in a mule cart continued.
But this time there are not just a few dozen blood sacrificers, but more than 3,000, escorted by hundreds of Shenyi Guards and thousands of Daliang City Guards. They still have to travel for two or three months to reach the venue of the blood sacrifice.
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Moreover, they are not the only team participating in the blood sacrifice. It is said that there are many teams like them in the entire Yanzhou Shenyi Kingdom; in several other continents, there are also many such teams, each participating in the competition held in their own continent.
Blood sacrifice.
That oracle was not only issued to Yanzhou Shenyi Kingdom, but all the god-cultivating sects in Shengtian Continent had to hold blood sacrifices.
Finally, a month later, when the pomegranates began to bear seeds, they came to a small county town called "Qinghe City".
The team did not enter the city, but stopped on a grassland outside the city. Here, Zhang Qi was very surprised to find that a huge camp had been set up on this grassland with a radius of dozens of miles, with countless tents like small white flowers.
Generally speaking, they were very satisfied with the decoration of the grassland; and they were not the first team to arrive at the camp. At this time, the camp was already very lively.
"At least tens of thousands of people live in this camp!" Fat boy Ye Jiarong judged with great certainty.
After living together for two or three months, it is impossible for them to have no communication with each other. Now the teenagers are relatively familiar with each other. Of course, Zhang Qi is still so cold and indifferent to what he has gained at the Daliang City Auction House.
Mention, this makes the partners very dissatisfied.
They didn't understand how Zhang Qi could do this. Like Ye Jiarong, he showed off the big sword he got at the big auction house every day; Lin Jian got a low-level spiritual skill and practiced it very diligently every day; Xiao Ernu and Ye Fang
There are also gains, and I am very happy.
After the "destiny" of riding together to escape from Luojia Mountain outside Wucheng, Xiao Ernu was originally interested in Zhang Qi. Girls always understand this earlier than boys. But Zhang Qi ignored her.
, he was lukewarm to the people in his car, so as time went by, they lost interest in him, and at most they complained about him behind his back.
Zhang Qi had no time to pay attention to these friends. Anyway, in the blood sacrifice, everyone may not be friends anymore, and they may become enemies.
What he was thinking about was how to create a technique for cultivating immortals. This was the big thing on his mind.
With these thoughts in mind, the team entered the camp and settled in an open space on the left, still with one tent per person.
After hastily cleaning up, Zhang Qi got into the tent and began to open the Tianmen every day.
Now, he can still generate a wisp of qi every time he opens the Tianmen, but he has never been able to integrate it into the three inches below his navel. In that space, the gray mass made up of 7749 qi machines is still there.
It rotated slowly, but no Dantian was formed.
Now the newly generated qi seems to have penetrated into his meridians, flesh and blood, and bones. But what is the use of these qi? Whether it is good or bad for him, there is no performance at all now, and he himself has no idea.
Know.
The other one, he hasn't entered that mysterious space for a long time. Now Kaitianmen will not let him enter the mysterious space, because the pain is almost nonexistent. He doesn't know what has changed in that mysterious space, and he doesn't know what sect is.
The token is still in that space, and I don’t know what I need to do to be able to freely enter and exit that space.
After not entering the mysterious space for a long time, he felt that his understanding seemed to have declined a lot.
After taking a deep breath, Zhang Qi sat down and started to open the Tianmen.
Now he seems to have hit a bottleneck and has gained nothing, but he has no intention of stopping. The two most important words in life are "persistence". Regardless of whether there are gains or not, as long as he keeps doing it, he believes that one day
God will be moved.
The opening of Tianmen was over soon. Zhang Qi stretched himself hard. Although the night was not deep, it was time to go to sleep.
He was dazed and hazy, drooling at the corner of his mouth, and smiling. He seemed to have dreamed of something good, right?
It was indeed a good dream. In the dream, he saw the high mountain peak and the pointed pagoda again. However, this time, there were no two young men leaning over and falling sharply on their backs, nor were they lingering around him.
layers of clouds and mist.
This time, he seemed to be inside the pagoda.
He couldn't see clearly what was inside the pagoda, but there seemed to be statues of gods, furnaces, and various strange objects: rulers, rosary beads, umbrellas, lotus flowers... Oh, by the way, there was also an upside-down cup.
's big clock.
In a moment, Zhang Qi came to the top floor. This time he could see clearly. There was a table on the top floor and a book on the table.
There seemed to be a person hiding behind the curtain, but his face could not be seen clearly, so Zhang Qi picked up the book: The Legend of Immortals.
"Fairy spirit?" Zhang Qi inexplicably remembered "The Book of Uselessness: The Paradox of Immortals". In this book, the man seemed to have said that he wanted to create a method of cultivating immortals and establish a sect of cultivating immortals, which was called
"Xianling Sect", could it be here?
Zhang Qi couldn't wait to open the book, but he couldn't see the writing on it clearly. Just looking at it, a stream of information, big or small, entered his mind inexplicably, some about cultivation, some magic, and the five elements.
, there are those with three wonders, and those with Nine Palaces and Bagua, and of course there are those who make alchemy, draw talismans, collect demons, subjugate demons, catch ghosts, ascend, and so on.
It's just that each one seems to only have a few sentences at the beginning, which makes people confused and forgets nothing after reading it.
Zhang Qi had tried very hard to look, and the sweat on his forehead was so anxious that his collar was soaked with sweat, but he still couldn't see clearly or remember.
He couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
"Young man, when you are in your prime, why should you sigh?"
The one behind the curtain said something. His voice was very nice, crisp and sweet. It was soft and waxy. It was like Lu Xiaoyue's voice, but also very similar to Mochou's. It was a bit more noble and mature than the two of them.
, but does not lose its innocence.
Zhang Qi was stunned for a moment, his legs no longer obeyed him, and he walked into the curtain on his own initiative, but was suddenly startled: a woman, who looked only fourteen or fifteen years old, extremely beautiful, gentle and delicate, but her face was full of sadness.
, with tears in his eyes, was standing on the windowsill on the top floor of the pagoda, looking at him miserably, then gritted his teeth and jumped!
"No!" Zhang Qi suddenly took a step forward and stretched out his hand, but he couldn't grab the girl's hand!
"Oops! This pagoda is dozens of feet high. If you jump down like that, your head will be broken and you will be bleeding!"
Zhang Qi lowered his head in a hurry, and was suddenly startled: Why was it that the bottom of the pagoda was not the solid ground, but an unfathomable abyss? There were white clouds under his feet, and a fierce wind was blowing.
A scream: "Help..."
Zhang Qi was anxious, but there were no pagodas or books around him. Even he himself was suspended in the air at an unknown height.
"Help..." He only had time to let out a scream before he spread his limbs and fell thousands of feet below.
Then he suddenly sat up in a cold sweat: the morning light penetrated into the tent, and it was dawn.
When Zhang Qi walked out of the tent, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment: where the rising sun was rising, a rainbow was hanging.
He was squinting his eyes to look at the rainbow when he heard a majestic voice that resounded majestically through the entire camp: "Everyone pay attention, everyone pay attention, you will soon get a blood sacrifice token. This token has both...
The storage function allows you to put your tent in it. After getting the blood sacrifice order, please pack up the tent immediately, we will set off in two-quarters of an hour!"
All the blood sacrificers walked out of the tent. Some were disheveled, as if they had just woken up; some were munching on dry food, presumably eating breakfast; some were still complaining, as if they were dissatisfied with not being able to sleep in; and more were
They were full of expectations and chattering.
A young man in gray clothes came over. Zhang Qi recognized them. They were said to be "menial disciples" of Shenyi Sect. He didn't know what these menial disciples did, but he knew that these people were very powerful.
Generally, the weakest ones are also in the Qi Dan realm.
Of course, many of the young people who got the secrets of the exercises from Daliang City must have made great progress in strength. But have any of them reached the Qi Dan realm? How many people have reached it? What level of strength has the strongest reached? Zhang Qi
Don't know anything.
The handyman disciple was in the Qi Dan realm and was extremely fast. He floated through the crowd like a gust of wind. A sign appeared on each young man's hand, which should be the "Blood Sacrifice Order" that the voice said.
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Zhang Qi also got a piece. Looking carefully, he saw that it was blood red, only the size of a palm, and heavy. He didn't know what kind of material it was made of. On the flat and smooth token, there were only some mysterious patterns engraved on it, but not one word.
Neither.
Just as he was watching, he heard the voice continue: "We will set off in a quarter of an hour. Now, please be prepared!"
Zhang Qi smacked his lips. He had already discovered that there was indeed a storage space inside the token, which could be opened using the method of opening the Sumeru Ring. However, the space was extremely small, less than one foot high and two feet long and wide. Even if
There is only one sword to put in, and it has to be put in at an angle.
Compared to his "no-give-up ring", this little storage space is simply not worth mentioning.
So he didn't intend to use it to store anything, he just casually put it into the Wuqi Ring and put it in a corner alone.
Then he raised his head, straightened his clothes, and breathed out: The Holy Blood Sacrifice is finally about to begin.
In less than a quarter of an hour, the sky became overcast. Zhang Qi put away his tent, but was shocked to find that it was not the sky that was overcast, but a huge bird appeared in the sky, with a wingspan of a hundred feet wide, like a thick dark cloud.
, but it is made of metal.
This flying bird has countless propellers installed on its head, back, armpits, and tail, all of which are spinning happily.
Under the flying birds, hurricanes blew one after another, making people unable to stand, and dust rose up all over the sky, causing the teenagers to curse.
"What the hell is this?"
(These chapters are for laying the foundation, and the results are very poor, so I don’t dare to ask for more votes. But after tomorrow we will enter the exciting plot, I hope everyone will support me!)