There was a ball of white clouds in the sky, and a simple chime bell was pestled on the white clouds. The largest chime bell was as high as three hundred feet, and the smallest one was ten feet in size. Two Kuafu people were dressed in gorgeous clothes and made of bell hammers in hand. They stood on the white clouds and gently rang the chime bells. The bells were melodiously spreading thousands of miles.

Around the clouds where the chimes are located, dozens of python-skinned drums emit a faint light on them. The drum surface of each drum has a hundred feet in diameter. More than a hundred Kuafu people stood beside the war drums, and they beat the war drums very slowly and vigorously, and the low drum sounds also resounded through the sky.

A huge altar stands on the earth, a height of thousands of feet and a radius of twenty miles.

A circle of trenches hundreds of feet wide were dug around the altar, and the flames were burning in the trenches. Countless witches in black robes ran back and forth, pouring the spices of a winnowing basket and a winnowing basket into it. The purple-green cigarettes could be seen rushing out of the fire and turned into a cloud of misty fragrance to wrap the entire altar firmly.

In the four directions of southeast, west and north, there is a long staircase across the trench burning with fire and reaching the top of the altar.

Emperor Shun was alone wearing heavy armor, set off with a cloak embroidered with mountains, rivers, and country, and a large sun and stars. He stood high on the edge of the altar and looked at the rising sun in the east.

Ji Hao and his group put on extremely formal and luxurious robes. According to the guidance of the great wizard of the Witch Hall who was responsible for the ceremony, they lined up to walk quickly towards the altar from afar. Countless men and women in gorgeous clothes looked solemn, patting the neat team, rushing towards the altar like a black tide. The sound of low footsteps made the ground tremble faintly.

In the sky, thousands of golden Yinglongs with wings on their backs flew over by high. These Yinglongs made a loud dragon roar, shattering the remaining clouds in the sky, leaving only a clear and green sky.

The low and powerful scolding sounded in all directions. The great wizards in the Witch Palace looked like lightning, and they pointed out the position where everyone should stand accurately. The crowd, which was as turbulent as the sea tide, quickly calmed down, and everyone settled in their own positions. They all looked up at Emperor Shun standing on the altar.

From such a distance, Ji Hao's eyes were sharp. He could see a trace of indescribable anxiety and fatigue hidden under the solemn face of Emperor Shun.

It seems that things are not going well.

The battle of Akasaka Mountain was actually over after Indra Yama announced his withdrawal. However, Ji Hao escorted so many prisoners along the way and took so long to return to Puyang. He lived happily in Qiongxue Palace for so many days, so Di Shun returned with a group of senior human leaders. It can be seen that some unknown things must have happened in Akasaka Mountain.

Ji Hao and several companions were arranged to be closest to the altar. Just a few feet away from Ji Hao, they stood Si Wenming, Hua Xulie, Lie Shan Kang and others with similar tense faces.

A little further away, Ji Hao also met Si Xi, Gao Yao and other human ministers.

What surprised Ji Hao was that Si Xi's aura seemed to be a little loose, as if she had just recovered from a serious illness. This made Ji Hao very puzzled. Si Xi did not participate in the Battle of Akasaka Mountain. Who did he fight with to be so injured?

Si Xi is definitely a powerful person above the Witch Emperor. He has the power of divine power that is almost reborn with blood. With his strength, his aura will become so impetuous and restless. It can be seen that his injuries are extremely serious, and even with his Witch Emperor's power, it is difficult for him to quickly recover.

Could it be that there is still an unknown conflict in Puyang?

Ji Hao narrowed his eyes and glanced at several important officials of the human race around Si Xi. Gao Yao seemed to have injuries on his body. The Ji Hao around Gao Yao didn't recognize him, but his clothes were similar to Gao Yao's clothes, and he was obviously also a high-ranking official of the human king. Their aura was also a bit unstable.

Something really happened these days.

Ji Hao put his hands in his sleeves, holding his breath. He stood there quietly, but his spiritual consciousness was spreading like a big net. He looked down at the scene of the entire sacrificial ceremony from a high place.

There were people coming from behind, and they were all wearing gorgeous clothes.

Basically, the people who are in Ji Hao are the ones closest to the altar are mainly yellow in clothing.

In the south of the altar, there were nearly 100,000 people densely packed with red clothes.

There are also nearly 100,000 people in the north of the altar, and the clothes are black.

In the east of the altar, the large crowd of people dressed in the green. In the west of the altar, the standing crowd of people dressed in the white.

The five directions and five colors are similar to the ancient traditions of the Central Land and the Four Wilderness Continents. Standing together with so many people with uniform clothing, an inexplicable solemn and sacred aura suddenly emerged, turning into a heavy pressure, which made people breathless.

With a loud "dong", the bells and drums on the clouds sounded, and a fire light rushed straight to the sky. A ball of blazing flames flew out of the fire light and gradually condensed into Zhu Rong's figure. In a red robe and a solemn expression fell on the altar, holding a scroll made of dragon skin in both hands, worshiping the sky solemnly, and then sang a distant, simple and desolate sacrificial song.

Emperor Shun, wearing heavy armor, pressed his hands on his chest and saluted to the sky solemnly.

Hundreds of thousands of people who were qualified to participate in the ceremony of worshiping the heavens, envoys and senior officials from all four destinies knelt on the ground like Emperor Shun, towering and polite to the earth. Many people still didn't know what they were talking about.

Ji Hao was speechless and followed these people roughly forever.

Puyang's ceremony for offering sacrifices to heaven is much more complicated than the ceremony for offering sacrifices to heaven and earth in the Golden Crow Tribe. At least there is more than ten times more process in the ceremony. Ji Hao was not very interested in these things. In short, he just did what others did, just as stiff as a puppet.

Zhurong was the high priest. At the sacrificial ceremony, even Emperor Shun acted according to his suggestions.

After a complicated procedure, Zhu Rong opened the scroll in his hand and recited the sacrifice to heaven with a loud voice.

First, Zhurong thanked the ghosts and gods of heaven and earth and the ancestral spirits of the human race for their protection, and then began to praise the magnificent martial arts achieved by Akasaka Mountain this time. Finally, he commemorated the human warriors who fell in Akasaka Mountain, and prayed that they could continue to protect the human race after they turned into ghosts and gods.

Countless people who participated in the sacrificial ceremony prayed in unison, and the loud voice rushed straight into the sky with a huge power. Ji Hao faintly felt that some mysterious existence suddenly appeared in the sky, and the magnificent power that contained countless people's beliefs was quietly absorbed by this mysterious existence.

The scroll in Zhurong's hand burned, and a wisp of blue smoke rushed straight into the sky. The mysterious existence swallowed the wisp of blue smoke, and then the light and glow of the sky came out of thin air, illuminating the Puyang world.

"Sacrifice!" Zhu Rong shouted loudly, and the bloodiest scene of the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven began.

The carefully selected large animals were driven up and were stabbed to the ground cleanly by a wizard wearing black clothes and holding a stone knife.

Teams of captured alien warriors were dragged up. Amid their shrill cry, the fully armed human warriors chopped them up, and all the boiling blood was sprayed into the burning trenches.

The surrounding wind was blowing, and some hazy figures could be seen looming, enjoying the sacrificed beast souls, human souls, and strong essence and blood aura. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!