At this moment, everyone saw that the fourth elder of the black-robed shamanism slowly walked to the altar, took out a small cloth bag from his arms, opened the bag, and inside the bag was a star exuding Ying.
The gleaming green soul pearl.
The fourth elder of Shamanism first took out eight bright green primary soul beads and placed them in the eight surrounding bowl-shaped pits. Then he took out a larger blue intermediate soul bead and placed it in the middle one.
The moment I put it into the pit, I saw the tip of the knife hitting the soul bead. It was so delicate.
Immediately afterwards, the fourth elder in black robe took out the bowl containing the spiritual blood from the tray of the disciple next to him. The bowl of spiritual blood had not yet solidified, and inside the bowl was a delicate silver water ladle. This
The silver water ladle has a pointed mouth on one side.
I saw the four elders in black robes, first get some spiritual blood from this bowl, use this silver water ladle to slowly pour it into the pattern on the side, and I saw that the pattern was slowly filled with
Drenched with blood, one by one continues.
This spiritual blood followed the lines of the patterns and slowly covered all the patterns. Then the four elders of the Black Robe Shaman Sect began to pour the spiritual blood into the second one and the third one.
Waiting for all the patterns to be soaked with spiritual blood, and the surrounding runes are also soaked with spiritual blood.
There are nine soul beads in the middle, eight of them are glowing with green light, and one is glowing with blue light. Slowly, the light continues to gather in the middle, and the surrounding patterns also bloom with bursts of red light.
, the color is very bright.
Especially in the dark night, this color is particularly conspicuous.
At this moment, the surrounding shaman disciples suddenly extinguished all the torches. Some shaman disciples took out an iron pot lid and extinguished all the braziers.
The entire top of Erlong Mountain was plunged into darkness without any light.
There is only the faint red light on the middle altar, the faint green light emitted by the soul pearl in the middle, and a little blue light in the middle. This is all the light on the entire Erlong Mountain.
The fourth elder of the shaman sect in black robes slowly retreated step by step after finishing all this.
The four elders of the shamanism got off the altar, slowly retreated to the shamanism seat, and looked at the altar quietly.
And everyone's eyes were drawn to the altar.
None of the people present had ever seen how to identify this killing blade, but when they saw the strange scene in front of them, whether it was out of curiosity or the instinct to explore the truth, all eyes naturally focused on it.
On the altar.
Bursts of light flowed, a faint green light, wrapped with a faint blue light, slowly climbed up the Japanese samurai i-sword killing blade, like misty blue smoke, occupying the samurai i-sword killing blade bit by bit
blade.
"Buzz..., swish, swish, oh oh oh, ah ah ah ah."
Everyone stared closely at the altar, and saw a stream of invisible energy swaying like water ripples, and then heard a buzzing sound, followed by the sound of broken leaves. Before the sound was finished, they felt a sound.
There were groans coming from the bottom of the heart, and finally a kind of painful cry before death. These several sounds continued to echo on the top of Erlong Mountain.
The people in Erlong Mountain seemed to have seen too many people die, and also heard people's prayers, unwilling curses, and painful wails before they died. Such a picture outlined by the illusion of sound appeared in front of everyone.
Although the thoughts formed in everyone's mind are slightly different depending on the person, they are still the same mood with minor differences.
They are all piles of bones screaming for death, and blood is like mud burying human lives. It is not a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, but also a picture of hell where human lives are like grass and grass.
"Three lives are illuminated in front of this life, and all the good and evil of the past are in vain. Soldiers are stained with blood and murderous intentions arise. The souls of wronged souls and resentful spirits are transported to the afterlife. Alas... the world is suffering, the world is sad, and the world is miserable."
Grandpa closed his eyes, and a drop of hot tears flowed from the corner of his eyes. Grandpa saw how little human life was in troubled times, and saw the tragic things he had experienced in his life, and he couldn't help but sigh with emotion about the misery of the world.
"Kill, kill, kill..."
"Don't come over, you can't blame me."
"Go away, you still dare to come to me?"
"I've beaten you to pieces, how can you still be alive?"
Some of the people invited by the shamans had hallucinations. This was a sign that their minds had been eroded. Either they were mentally weak or they were unlucky.
Several shaman disciples walked near these people and suddenly took action to knock them unconscious. It would be too inappropriate for a few people to disrupt the order and affect the identification meeting.
Except for these few who had accidents, everyone else was fine and did not suffer from mental disorders or hallucinations.
A kind of gleaming light and dreamy feeling, with some weird spiritual illusion, rays of green light flew out from the katana, shot into the sky, then slowly fell, and finally slowly faded,
Then the light spot transformed into a figure. The figure slowly solidified, and slowly became clearer. You could vaguely see that it was a Japanese pirate. The Japanese pirate was wearing a Japanese pirate uniform. You could tell at a glance that this was the part of the Japanese pirate.
Invader officer of time.
Then a point of light fell, it was a Japanese pirate soldier.
A point of light fell and turned into a Japanese pirate officer.
A point of light fell and turned into a Japanese pirate soldier.
A point of light fell and turned into a puppet army.
A point of light fell and turned into a translator who was obviously a Japanese pirate.
Points of light continued to fly out of the samurai sword, and then fell one by one around the altar, slowly turning into illusory white figures one after another, and then the figures slowly solidified.
Later, the image gradually emerged that people were dressed as Chinese people. Looking at the clothes, you could tell that they were Chinese people and definitely not Japanese pirates. This made everyone in the shamanism shine. Originally, if they were all Japanese pirates or puppet soldiers,
, then I really can’t find the Yue family’s sore feet this time, but now someone has said that these clothes are obviously not Japanese pirates. It depends on how your Yue family explains this time.
The number of white shadows surrounding the altar continues to increase. At a rough count, there are probably hundreds of them, but there are still lights and shadows appearing continuously, with no intention of stopping.
In about a few minutes, the bright green light on the altar gradually dimmed, and the green light surrounding the altar began to rotate continuously, slowly spreading and spreading to the top of Erlong Mountain.
The top of Erlong Mountain is covered with a faint gleaming green light, and within this gleaming green light there are living people, as well as some white and illusory human figures.