Seeing this scene, Qinglong and others could still hold on, while the other sober people tied up all retching and making noises.

When the witch priest saw the reaction of Qinglong and others, a satisfied smile appeared on Yin Xie's face, and he was sure to win.

He turned around and left, his back was a bit unspeakable and annoying.

Qinglong and others stared at his back, hoping to remove him from the top.

Many brothers died at the hands of sacrificial priests before.

If it weren't for the witch clan's sacrifice, Qinglong and others would not have been captured alive, and they would even be tied to this ridiculous ceremony.

...

The sky gradually darkened, and it was still one hour before the witch clan's puppet refining ceremony.

Jiang Zebei, Chen Mengtian, Xu Wenzhan, Xu Wenrui, Zhuque and others were still whipping up, speeding into the loess and sand in the Western Regions.

Looking at the secret guard holding a torch in front and supporting Qingyuan, who was leading the way, Jiang Zebei pressed his son behind him and chased after him.

He came to Qingyuan, without pulling down the linen on his face, and yelled at Qingyuan in a low voice, "How long will it take?"

Qingyuan turned his head when he heard this, and the reins in his hand couldn't help but tighten them, and he also yelled: "There will be another half an hour!"

Jiang Zebei looked up at the sky. There was still some time before the witch clan ceremony, and he could arrive before the start of the witch clan ceremony.

He felt relieved, but he still urged the secret guard in front of him: "Get faster!"

"yes!"

"yes!"

The secret guard waved his whip hard, and the horse under his mount accelerated again. Qingyuan was forced to lead the way. You should know that he was so tired that he wanted to slump on the ground and have a good sleep.

...

"Sir, the time is coming."

In the canyon, there were witch slaves who spoke in front of the door where the sacrifice was located.

There was no response in the house, but soon footsteps came from the house.

Unhindered sacrificial sacrifice soon appeared, and the simple door was opened.

The scene inside was revealed, and the witch slaves guarding outside the door glanced inside the house.

I saw that the faith of their witch tribe, the holiest saint, was on the bamboo couch in the sacrificial room.

Although he only saw it, the slaves of the witch clan still saw the saint's embarrassment.

Such a scene is actually very normal in the eyes of the Wu people, and they have long been used to it over the years.

The priest is now their god, but just a saint. If the priest wants it, who will stop it?

Furthermore, the saint has long been pregnant and has children, and their saint son has been wandering abroad. The death of the saint will not affect the increasing strength of the witch clan.

The witch priests were celebrating the slaves guarding outside the door and seeing the scene inside the house.

However, he was in a good mood, with indescribable satisfaction, and did not speak out to scold the slaves.

He tidied up his wrinkled clothes, walked out of the room step by step, and came to the open space for the ceremony.

In this area, when it is midnight, moonlight will shine on the bodies of those refined puppets.

"Master Priest."

"Master Priest."

The elders on the ceremony site had been waiting for a long time.

They knew what the priest was doing before they went there, and this old guy had long been thinking about the saint.

Since the Western Regions were defeated seven years ago, the sacrifice finally got what it wanted.

This canyon is only such a big place in total, and everyone present could hear the previous movements.

Thinking of the holy son who was wandering outside and the main steps of refining puppets mastered by the priests, the elders turned a blind eye.

There is no need to care about some things, let alone an unclean saint.
Chapter completed!