I have a book of ghosts and gods

Chapter 924 Servant Bone, Prophet, Curse Sacrifice (seeking monthly subscription)

Above the boundless desert stands a continuous dark red round castle.

Looking down from a height, it looks like big dark red bowls are upside down on thousands of miles of yellow sand.

Between the dark red bowls, towering pale towers stood everywhere.

Rough, barbaric, and weird, it also reveals a bit of majesty, grandeur, and wildness.

This is the majestic city built by the people of Guifang on the yellow sand of the desert with ghost mud, Guifang City.

People from Guifang ground human bones and animal bones into powder, mixed yellow sand and other materials, and mixed human blood and animal blood to make a kind of mud, which Ji people called ghost mud.

When it is made into a fortress, the soft rotten ghost mud will immediately become extremely strong in the event of a strong desert wind, impervious to water and fire, and hard to hurt by swords.

Above the desert, the frightening wind and sand that made it impossible to move an inch could hardly invade it.

And the "White Pagoda" standing in the middle is the symbol of the ghost Fangdi people showing off their military glory - the Bone Shooting Pagoda.

Every bone shooting tower is built with piles of enemy bones.

The higher the bone-shooting tower with the gate, the higher the status and the braver the owner.

There are tens of thousands of bone-shooting towers in Guifang City, most of which are built with Ji people's bones.

At this time, bonfires were lit everywhere in this stretch of ghost mud fortress.

The fire was raging, and the flames soared into the sky, reaching a height of several feet.

It illuminates a ghost square city brightly everywhere, reflecting a dark red blood light.

Beside the bonfire, sharpened giant logs were inserted, and huge strange beasts were strung together.

Under the raging flames, it was roasted black and crispy.

Tall, macaque-like Guidi people gathered around the bonfire, eating meat and drinking, singing and dancing.

Many of them were dressed up as Ji people, among them they looked like pigs, dogs, chickens and ducks, fleeing everywhere, just because someone was chasing and shooting them for fun.

Among the Ji people, there are soldiers and civilians, old and young.

Among the Guidi people who play the game of chasing and killing, there are also soldiers and civilians, old and young.

In an inconspicuous corner, under the yellow sand, sandbags were quietly arched one by one, revealing pairs of eyes full of anger.

Looking at the scene in front of them, the heroes of the field camp headed by He Chongtian and others were all furious, wishing to kill all these beasts in front of them.

"Don't be impulsive, find Wang Ting first, the ghost kings will not die, we have no chance!"

He Chongtian tried his best to appease the angry crowd, and slowly sneaked towards the direction that the center had already inquired about.

In the center, there is the tallest and most majestic round castle, with all kinds of weird totems engraved on the dark red ghost mud walls.

This is where Ghost Fang Wang Ting is located.

There may not be thousands of bone-shooting towers erected all around, all of which are more than ten feet high.

Reflecting the light of fire and blood, the pale bone tower looks even more eerie.

Although this ghost mud fortress looks rough and wild, it was built magnificently. The dome is more than ten feet high, and the various decorations and carvings inside also reveal a kind of ingenuity and majesty.

Under the high and wide dome, ghosts and alien races were naked and naked, laughing wildly, watching the people in front of the court dance and kill people for fun.

The people who were killed were naturally the Ji Ting army who had just been defeated, as well as the Jimin who had been plundered from the northern border.

Tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians are enough to call this night's bone-shooting ceremony!

The most conspicuous place is a huge bone chair, on which sits a giant man who is more than ten feet tall, with red hair all over his head, who looks like a macaque.

This person is the master of the ghost party, the servant bone.

All through the ages, the masters of the ghost party have been known as servant bones.

In the language of ghosts, servant bone means heaven.

It can be seen that its supreme status is also full of madness.

Guifang Pugu stood up from the bone pedestal and came to a bone shooting tower.

There is a thin and upright old man bound below him, it is Li Dongyang.

"Hahahaha!"

Pong Gu laughed loudly, leaned over to look at Li Dongyang, who was no taller than his waist, and opened his mouth wide, releasing a breath mixed with the stench of bloody, carrion flesh.

"Slave of King Ji, you have already prostrated yourself at my feet, and you still refuse to kiss my toes?"

In the eyes of ghosts, the citizens are all slaves of the king.

Kissing the toes is a ritual of surrender.

Li Dongyang's eyes were slightly closed, he was calm and relaxed, and he didn't even lift his eyelids when he heard the words.

Gui Fang Pong's body overflowed with violent breath, waved his hands and said furiously: "Come here, take another hundred people, tie them to the bone shooting tower, and fetch their heads, my slave, and drink a hundred cups of Ji people's blood wine with me!"

He deliberately shouted this sentence in Ji language.

Immediately, there was a Guidi man grunting and striding away.

Li Leyang's eyelids trembled slightly, but he didn't speak.

The Guidi man had just left, when suddenly he saw another person approaching quickly, grunting for a while.

A look of surprise appeared on Gui Fangpu's face.

Not long after, a tall, silver-haired, strange-looking old man came striding forward with a large animal skin banner in his hand.

Gui Fang Pugu also ignored Li Dongyang, opened his arms, and strode forward to meet him.

"Hahahaha!"

"My Master Wang, you are finally here!"

Gui Fang Pugu respected this man very much, he bent down his burly body, supported the old man's arm and walked back to Li Dongyang.

He laughed loudly and said, "Hahaha!"

"My Master Wang, knowing that you are coming, I have specially left this highest-ranking slave, just waiting for you to come. His head and blood belong to you!"

This old man is the Great Prophet of the Manchu Sect, the Master of Ghost Fang, Mog Lola.

Mog Lola's old drooping eyes were like ghosts of prey on the desert, and he glanced at Li Dongyang.

In extremely pure Ji dialect, he said: "Mr. Li, I often read your theory of cocoon of the heart, and I admire it very much. I have been fascinated by you for a long time, and finally I can see your face, and I have the opportunity to sit face to face and discuss the Tao. It is very fortunate."

Li Dongyang's eyelids finally moved, but he showed an undisguised disdain: "A person who doesn't change is also worthy of a certain theory?"

Before Mog Lola could speak, Gui Fang Pong Gu was already furious: "Slave! How dare you be rude to Master Wang!"

Li Dongyang closed his eyes lightly and ignored him, which made Pugu even more angry.

The terrifying bloody aura made Li Dongyang pale involuntarily. He was in the realm of great Confucianism, and his chest was so grand that it was hard to resist.

"My king, don't be impatient."

Mo Gelu stretched out his hand to stop Pugu, and said to Li Dongyang: "Mr. Li, I know what you want, and I advise you to surrender, it's to break your integrity, it's absolutely impossible."

"I only want to borrow one thing from you. If you are willing to borrow it, I will persuade Pugu to let you go with your soldiers."

At this time, if Li Dongyang said that he has no worries and everything is not on his mind, it is not considered, but there are not many things that can move him, even his own life and death.

That alone made him open his eyes.

Seeing this, Mog Lola said seriously, "I heard that among the people of Ji, there is a young hero named Tianbohou, Jiangdu of Yangzhou, who is your disciple."

"I want to know his birthday, and I need something close to him. As long as you give me these two things, you and the soldiers under your command can return to the land immediately."

Hearing this, Li Dongyang calmed down his delusional thoughts, sneered, and ignored him no more.

How could he not know what this person meant?
Among the Manchu sects, he is best at this kind of curse sacrifice technique.

It is similar to Jitu side door speech spell.

Can curse people invisible.

Still this person is the most.

With this person's status and status, if you don't notice, even the most holy will be cursed.

He had heard a long time ago that this person had suffered a great loss when Jiang Zhou entered the second rank.

It is self-evident what he wants to do with such requests.

How could Li Dongyang do what he wanted?
"Ji Nu!"

The servant bone said angrily: "If you don't respect the king's teacher, I will immediately make all the tens of thousands of slaves outside into bone cups of blood wine, sacrifice my king's flag, revive my king's teacher, and step on the ground!"

　I also want to write faster... I code one chapter in the afternoon, and one chapter in the evening. What should I do if I can't get up at all... I'm also in a hurry, it's all money... But the concubine really can't do it what……

　　
　
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