Chapter 146 Please ask the God of Farm to die! (Please subscribe)

Author: Li Zhenxiang

Chapter 146 Please ask the God of Farm to die! (Please subscribe)

Whether it is patrolling the streets, welcoming the saint, or welcoming the saint, they can only be regarded as a prelude to the ritual.

The real ritual will not be held in the temple.

The first step is to perform a sacrifice and dance.

At this moment, the twelve dressed in uniform danced strange and twisted dances on the artificially shaped platform.

This dance has many movements that exceed the limits of ordinary people's joints.

If an ordinary person is dancing this dance, he may immediately have a broken bone on the spot after several movements.

Even if a low-level practitioner is a dance, he will definitely cause damage to himself.

Only like the Twelve-Man Talisman, who are both middle and high-level practitioners and have special training can this dance be presented smoothly on the platform.

Now, the twelve-person talismans on the high platform are not humans, but incarnations made of strange objects.

Naturally, there is no flesh and blood body in the incarnation, so the dance moves that will cause damage to the flesh and blood body will have no side effects on them at all.

In addition, the familiarity of dancing movements and the coordination between human talismans are all coordinated through Su Mo's unprecedentedly strong mental power, and it is even more perfect than the original version. It can be regarded as an example of a sacrificial dance.

At this moment, with the dancing of the twelve talismans, the atmosphere on the field became inexplicably restless.

It seemed as if there was some mysterious existence invisibly projecting attention to this side.

The audience who watched the dance festival cheered collectively as they appeared in the illusion.

Although these viewers look very abstract, incomplete corpses, and terrifying spirits, their fanaticism is exactly the same, very similar to the picture.

It seems that they are always bound by the rituals, both before and after death.

To get them free, they have to start with the festival itself.

While thinking, Su Mo took out his attention to observe the illusions of the past.

These illusions are not strictly illusions.

Instead, facts that happened were recorded through the extraordinary power and the collective consciousness at that time.

Once the conditions in later generations are met, they will reappear.

There is no doubt that resuming the festival is the condition that resonates with these images.

At this moment, on the high platform, besides the twelve illusion bodies that leaped.

You can still see the twelve talismans that were once dancing the same sacrifice dance.

The Han army and Han Polu, who had turned into strange things, were filled with amazing vitality in this picture at this moment.

There is no way to see the tragedy that will be encountered later.

After about half a quarter of an hour, the dance was finally over, and the atmosphere at the scene reached its climax.

Countless villagers looked fanatical and their emotions were moved to their peak.

What Su Mo and others care even more about.

But it was a mysterious atmosphere that filled the field.

The atmosphere gradually increased with the progress of the dance.

It's like a special summoning through dance.

At this moment, an unknown existence has arrived.

Next, we will enter the second step of the ceremonial instrument.

Su Mo, Song Ruyuan and others all looked at Liu Huayu, who was dressed in a cunning manner on his face.

Liu Huayu grinned, revealing the gray and white wounds that were rolling on her face.

After the twelve talismans left the stage, she held the offering furnace in her hand, held her head and chest up, and walked towards the high platform.

As her steps fell, what surprised Su Mo and others was that unknown changes began to occur on her body.

The missing flesh and blood gradually began to replenish, and the pale face became rosy again. Even the ragged sacrificial wardrobe was like time-traveling, and the Binance was complete and gorgeous.

When she walked onto the platform, she had completely become what she had before her death. She was a pretty woman with a charming figure and pretty face. She was completely different from her terrifying appearance after her death.

But this is not because she has come back to life, but because of the projection formed by her personal will and the resonance of the ritual.

This does not change the nature of her being a weird person.

At this moment, Liu Huayu, who had re-created her body before her birth, seemed to have completely regained her mind.

She looked at Liu Ruoyu, a former saint who was in the illusion picture, with a strange look in her eyes.

When people around him saw this scene, they all became nervous.

The character Saint is not completely under their control.

Especially now that she has recovered her consciousness, she can easily make unexpected troubles and then destroy the rituals of the festival.

For a moment, everyone stared at Liu Huayu with tense expressions, as if she would rush up immediately as long as she did unexpected actions.

Su Mo also stared at the woman on the stage, her mental power lingering outside and would fall down at any time.

But in his opinion, it might be their turn to think more this time.

As a candidate saint trained by the Liu family since childhood, Liu Huayu's persistence in the position of saint is far beyond ordinary people's imagination.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have poisoned Liu Ruoyu, and tried to kill her and replaced her.

The ritual of the ritual is the recognition of the identity of the saint, and she will never destroy her dreams at this time.

Under the gaze of everyone, Liu Huayu looked at Liu Ruoyu in the illusion beside her and murmured in a low voice:

"Everyone has their own aspirations. I know you don't want to be a saint, just because the conditions are right, you have to get into that position.

I'm very sorry for poisoning you, but if I did it again, I would do that.

I trained for more than ten years before I died, and I didn’t have the chance to stand here until the end.

Now that he is dead, he is able to realize his unfinished wish.

Good fortune makes people mess with it, but that's it.

Then let me perform your former duties as a saint!"

Liu Huayu offered the offering furnace with both hands.

Under the influence of the mysterious atmosphere, the offering furnace stood out from thin air and turned into a huge ancient bronze furnace.

Liu Huayu recited a long mantra, and a thick and blood-red line of incense slowly stood up in the stove.

As the mantra is recited, the incense of thread continues to grow upwards.

In just a moment, this incense stick grew to more than half a meter high.

Sweat gradually appeared on Liu Huayu's forehead. It was obvious that she also had to bear a huge burden in the process of condensed fragrance.

On the other hand, the previous saint Liu Ruoyu, who appeared in the picture, had a much more relaxed expression when she was incense.

Obviously, in terms of qualifications to become a saint, Liu Ruoyu really surpasses Liu Huayu.

But with Liu Huayu's personality, he would never give in easily.

She tried all her strength and praised the mantra crisply. The incense began to grow again, and finally reached a height of one meter!

When the silk incense finally came to fruition, Liu Huayu's face turned pale again, and she could vaguely see her weird and terrifying appearance.

She gritted her teeth and activated her own thoughts to ignite the incense of thread.

The bloody smoke floated like a festival hundreds of years ago, towards the temple that had turned into ruins.

Until the entire incense burned out, all the smoke drifted into the ruins.

Liu Huayu slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

She held the offering furnace in both hands and walked downstairs.

As soon as he walked off the platform, he returned to his original strange appearance.

But her terrifying face was filled with an unprecedented sense of holiness.

Looking at Su Mo and others, she handed the offering furnace forward and said with a smile:

"Fortunately, I'm not disgraced."

As the words fell, only an ancient copper furnace remained on the spot.

But Liu Huayu turned into a light spot and disappeared.

Song Ruyuan took the offering furnace and sighed:

"I didn't expect that even the black shadow level could be so easy to be free."

"That was her own choice."

Xue Lansu was also very emotional:

"If she doesn't want to, even if her obsession is dissolved, she will still be able to survive in the world.

But she chose the path of self-destruction, and perhaps in her opinion, this is the best result."

“It’s not time to feel sad now.”

Su Mo looked at the bloody smoke slowly sucked away by the ruins and said in a condensed voice:

"It's still the last step."

Hearing this, Song Ruyuan's expression immediately became solemn.

He looked at everyone and said in a deep voice:

"So, I'm here, pay attention to the surrounding situation, and changes may happen at any time."
To be continued...