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Chapter 99
On the night of the third day, the thick dark clouds, like a huge black cloth, completely covered the bright moon and the sky full of stars, without any light showing through.

The whole sky seemed extraordinarily dark, only the howling wind whimpered, and the sound was like a woman's mournful cry.

Huzhai in the Damian Mountains, on the huge martial arts arena, at this moment, there are piles of huge bonfires burning, and the red flames sway in the night wind, making "crackling" explosions.

At this time, the martial arts arena was full of people, men wearing animal fur coats and animal tooth necklaces everywhere, their faces looked extremely resolute and sturdy under the glowing red light of the fire.

Everyone had serious expressions on their faces, and they didn't make the slightest sound. Everyone's heart seemed to be pressed by a big rock, which made them feel extraordinarily oppressed and heavy.

The clansmen in Huzhai had learned from the elders that the Zhenbei Army was going to attack Huzhai a few days ago, and the Zhenbei Army would arrive at Huzhai in the early morning of the day after tomorrow at the latest, and a big battle was inevitable.

In addition to the affiliated village, the Huzhai with a population of only 20 faced the hundreds of thousands of Zhenbei Army who had experienced battles, and they knew without thinking that they were definitely not the opponents of the Zhenbei Army.

However, in order to protect their homeland, they have to fight to the end with the invading Zhenbei Army, even if they die in battle!

At noon, according to reports from Huzhai's spies, the 30 troops of the Zhenbei Army and the third prince of Qin had already arrived at Nanman Mountain, 150 miles away from Huzhai. It is estimated that they will come to Huzhai soon.

At this time, the tens of thousands of men present all focused their eyes on a majestic hexagonal high platform in the center of the martial arts arena.

This hexagonal high platform is fifty feet high, presenting a trend of large bottom and small top. Above the hexagonal high platform is a platform with a radius of thirty feet.

There were six people standing on the six corners of the hexagonal platform, one of them was an old man with silver hair and gray linen clothes. He was Li Chunshan, the elder of Huzhai.

The howling cool night wind made the elder's gray linen clothes flutter, and his silver hair fluttered with the wind.

The other five people are all powerful astral warriors in Huzhai who have reached the fifth rank of the Green Star Realm and above. The five of them stood together with the elders, occupying the six corners of the hexagonal high platform.

Apart from the elder and the five powerful astral warriors on the high platform, there are six huge stone tables with complex patterns standing on the high platform. These stone tables are also arranged in a hexagonal shape, enclosing a Hexagonal space.

On each of the huge stone tables are placed fiery red bull heads that are the size of a water tank. These bull heads are piled up on the table like hills, and pairs of pitch-black horns flicker under the lights. With a pitch-black color, the bull's head's eyes were wide open, with the color of panic when he was dying.

At the same time, six oil lamps were lit on each of the huge stone tables. The bean-sized flames of the oil lamps flickered in the night wind, and seemed to be extinguished, but the night wind could not blow them away. When it is extinguished, the flames are like weeds with vigorous vitality in the strong wind, which looks a little weird.

On each stone table, there are three incense burners with sticks of incense sticks inserted, which are placed in the open space in front of the bull's head.

Strands of bright red blood flowed from the wound on the head and neck of the fiery red bull, flowed onto the table case, stained the complex and mysterious lines on the table case red, and then flowed along the lines to the edge of the table case, Drop by drop, it fell onto the high platform.

Under the illumination of the lights, the blood of these bulls and beasts looks even more bewitching and red.

Among the hexagons surrounded by stone tables, there is a thick bronze coffin covered with copper rust lying quietly in the middle. There are many complicated patterns carved on the surface of the bronze coffin. These patterns, even the elders Li Chunshan didn't know what it was, but he could sense a mysterious and strange aura from it.

On the ground around the bronze coffin, there are densely packed black spiritual tablets. These spiritual tablets are all the spiritual tablets after the death of Huzhai Astral Body, and there are as many as tens of thousands of pieces.

Whether it is the ancient bronze coffin or the black spiritual seats, under the faint light of the oil lamps, they all reveal mysterious and strange meanings.

At this moment, the old elder Li Chunshan raised his hands high, his wide sleeves were fluttering in the night wind, his wrinkled old face was full of majesty and solemnity , the eyes are shining brightly.

"The old man announces that the ancestor worship ceremony will begin now!"

The elder's words with vicissitudes of life resounded through the huge martial arts arena, and every one of the tens of thousands of men present could hear them clearly.

"Ugh..."

"Ugh..."

"Ugh..."

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

As soon as the elder's words fell, the ten horn players below the hexagonal platform raised their pitch-black horns, puffed up their cheeks, and blew vigorously. The pitch-black horns made a vast and ancient sound.

On the other side at the foot of the hexagonal high platform, ten drummers in charge of beating the drums stretched their upper body. The muscles of the whole body were knotted. The strong muscles were like cast steel, and they swelled up. Pairs of big hands were tightly wrapped The red silk drum hammer struck hard on the big drum in front of him.

Immediately, the dull and heavy drum sounded like thunder, resounding through every corner of the huge Huzhai.

The tens of thousands of big men in the martial arts arena all knelt down for a moment, bowed reverently, and knocked their heads to the ground. They knelt in the direction where the ancient bronze coffin on the hexagonal high platform was.

Elder Li Chunshan on the hexagonal high platform and five other powerful green star realm astral bodies also bowed reverently facing the ancient bronze coffin, bending over and prostrating, with their heads touching the ground.

Then, everyone kowtowed three times in a row, and the clansmen under the hexagonal high platform still maintained a prostrate posture and bowed devoutly.

Kneeling is the greatest etiquette for the land of the Nine Kingdoms.

The six people on the high platform slowly stood up, sat down cross-legged, and sat on the six corners of the high platform.

The cool night wind with the smell of earth blew their clothes and their hair fluttered with the night wind.

At this time, the silver-haired and old Li Chunshan showed majesty on his face, facing the ancient bronze coffin in the center of the hexagonal high platform, he said reverently: "The Li family in the Damian Mountains has been passed down for more than 250 years. In addition, it took more than [-] years to establish Huzhai.

The family surnamed Li in the Damian Mountains can continue to this day, and established Huzhai to become the second largest village in Mianshan, all thanks to the protection of the ancestors surnamed Li.

Today, Li Ba, the No. 13 owner of Huzhai, betrayed Huzhai. The Qin State thieves wanted to razed Huzhai to the ground and cut off the inheritance of the Li family in the Damian Mountains. Huzhai is really at the critical point of life and death.

I, Li Chunshan, the 110th elder of Huzhai, the [-]th and [-]th patriarch of the Li surname lineage in the Damian Mountains, represent all the tribesmen with the Li surname in the Damian Mountains. Please the ancestors bless us with the power of "family fortune" today, so that We can fight against the invading powerful enemy, keep our Huzhai safe, and continue for generations to come! "

Li Chunshan's loud words resounded through every corner of the arena. After he finished speaking, he stared at the ancient bronze coffin in the middle of the high platform with burning eyes, and temporarily stopped speaking.

Inside this bronze coffin lay the bones of a powerful ancestor of the Blue Star Realm Astral Body surnamed Li in the Damian Mountain Range. Legend has it that this ancestor surnamed Li was the common ancestor of all people surnamed Li in the Damian Mountain Range.

Legend has it that the ancestor of the surname Li was not originally from the Damian Mountains, but from the current state of Chu. Because he offended the royal family of Chu, he finally fled to the land of the Nine Kingdoms with hundreds of people on a journey of tens of thousands of miles. In the desolate Damian Mountains at the northern end of the country, he survived incognito.

The strength of the ancestor surnamed Li is said to have reached the Blue Star Realm Dzogchen Realm, and he is only one step away from entering the even more powerful Yellow Star Realm.

After the ancestor surnamed Li died, descendants placed his body in this ancient bronze coffin, and offered incense and worship all the year round. It has been more than [-] years.

People in the Star Continent all have the custom of worshiping their ancestors.

The ancestor of the Li surname has become a mysterious existence that carries the fate of the Li family in the Damian Mountains. For 500 years, hundreds of generations of the Li family members, with millions of people devoutly offering sacrifices, he already has some kind of A mysterious and powerful force.

To be precise, it should be called "it". It is already the embodiment of the "family fortune" of the Li family.

Under normal circumstances, as the elder of Huzhai, Li Chunshan is absolutely unwilling to use the power of his ancestors' "family fortune", because the stronger the clan fortune of a clan, the more beneficial it is to the long-term development of the clan.

If the "family fortune" weakens, even if the crisis in Huzhai is lifted this time, it will be extremely detrimental to the future development of Huzhai.

However, we can't control so much anymore. If this crisis cannot be resolved, Huzhai will be wiped out!
As for what kind of power the "family luck" is, Li Chunshan can't explain it clearly. He only knows that this invisible and intangible "family luck" does exist, which seems extremely mysterious.

At this time, Li Chunshan withdrew his scorching gaze from the ancient bronze coffin containing the ancestor's body, stood up and looked at the clansmen under the hexagonal platform, and said loudly: "Sacrifice the true blood!"

His voice was infused with the power of astrology and spread throughout the huge martial arts arena. All the devoutly kneeling clansmen could clearly hear the elder's voice.

Hearing this, they stood up one after another, walked towards the six pitch-black vats placed on the martial arts arena, and formed a long line in front of the vats.

They took out sharp daggers from their waists, cut their palms, and the dark red blood flowed down the blades and into the big vat that had been prepared.

After they poured blood into the big vat, they retreated to the back and let the other clansmen inject blood into the big vat...

Half an hour later, the tens of thousands of clansmen in the martial arts field had poured their hot blood into the six large black vats.

Twelve strong and tall astral warriors, with green glow all over their bodies, carried six large vats filled with the blood of their clansmen, and walked slowly towards the steep stairway leading to the top of the hexagonal platform...

(End of this chapter)