Death Sutra

Gu Shen stood up and didn't expect to reunite with them in this situation.

The altar was two miles away from him, and the women who were about to be burned and sacrificed were still in a semi-conscious state. Ten tribal leaders were surrounded and their faces were facing outwards, singing in unison.

Under the altar, the standing aristocrats swayed at the same pace, and the amplitude was getting bigger and bigger.

On the periphery, the slaves lying on the ground shrank like a hedgehog, as if they were covered with robes.

The distance between the two, even if it is a bird, can't fall to the top of the altar in an instant, not to mention the thousands of people in the middle, even if they do nothing, it is also an obstacle that is difficult to break through.

The sacrifice is about to begin, and Shangguan Ru, the lotus girl will be burned alive like the other three women.

Gu Shen was isolated and helpless, and the ten savage soldiers were left behind a few miles behind, and there was no time to summon. The Snowy Mountain soldiers could not save the fire.

Above the altar, the voices of the ten tribal leaders are getting louder and louder.

Gu Shen has no choice, the knife and the sword are not used at this time.

He raised the horn of the snow-capped bison on his body and took a breath to blow it.

The first horn was overwhelmed by the singers of the tribal leaders. It seemed that the low dragons coming from the depths of the earth broke through the ground, shook the world, and broke through the clouds, but there was no sign of stopping and continued to stir up higher.

The nobility and slaves of the country of Xiangji have never heard of this kind of voice. They are at the delicate moment of the handover of humans and gods. Suddenly they feel that the eardrum and the heart have suffered a huge impact at the same time. Even the earth seems to be shaking and cracking at any time. Open a huge mouth and swallow the humans above.

Gu Shenwei didn't think so much. He only hoped that the sudden horn sound would attract the attention of most people, so that he could fight for a little time and let him run to the altar.

The result was greatly unexpected.

The dragon-like horn sounds like a raging wind that blows away all the creatures that are encountered on the road. The slaves on the ground are so scared that they are sore and full of body, grabbing every grass and small stones at hand, like this Can resist the power of the gods.

The standing aristocrats were even more panicked, or they crouched, or squatted, and almost no one dared to look at the source of the sound.

Gu Shen gave the number one hand, and took a knife, ran down the gentle slope, stepped on the body of everyone, and jumped out a few steps and then slammed the horn to make the horn and the echo connect and keep the state of endless.

Until the altar, he did not encounter any blockage.

Room Limoro first woke up from the shock and pointed to the Dragon King and shouted: "He has only one person, stop him! Stop him!"

Dozens of nobles got up and finally dared to take a look at the source of the horn.

"One person!" many people shouted.

"Block him!" More people gave orders to the slaves, but they hid behind them. The Wufeng knife, which was swaying in the hands of the Dragon King, was even more chilling than the horn.

The slaves outside looked hesitantly, but no one got up.

As slaves, they are not qualified to get close to the altar. They can participate in today's ceremonies. They are already rewards for the best. More slaves can only hear about the altar from other populations.

No matter how eager the master is, no slaves dare to break the rules passed down from generation to generation.

The Dragon King is like a light and flexible buck, each step across the high steps of the ** level, and it will rush to the top of the altar.

Room Limoro panicked. He didn't know the purpose of the Dragon King. Before the old man retired, he only asked him to leave the Daxueshan army, but did not explain the relationship between the two "chantries" and the Dragon King.

"The main people, together, protect the altar!" He can only ask for help from his aristocrats.

Everyone who is known as the "mind" thinks that the leader's appeal is correct, but everyone thinks that they are more important and their physique is the worst, so they wait for others to take the shot first.

Gu Shenwei stood on the top of the altar and put down the horn. It was more surprising than everyone present. The seemingly unbreakable crowd was no more threatening than the grass and earth on the road.

Room Limoro has always spoken in his own language. At this time, he can no longer pretend that he will not speak the Central Plains. The Emperor retreats three steps. "Dragon, Dragon King, you... We have not offended you, why..."

“Who are these sacrifices dedicated to?” Gu Shenwei stepped closer, and the remaining nine tribal leaders retreated to the next level of the altar and left Limoro alone.

The ten women who sacrificed their sacrifices also retired with the chiefs. They were noble women. The only time in the life to serve slaves was on the altar.

Five women who were almost sent to the woodpile and burned to death have been awakened by the horn, and the potion has not completely disappeared, standing swaying.

Shangguanru and the Dutch women saw the Dragon King, but they did not feel that this was the real scene. Shangguanru even showed a child-like smile, as if this was in a dream that only he could understand.

There is no backing by Ramo, and it seems to be more old than usual. "They, they are dedicated to all the gods in the sky. This is their glory. They are all voluntary."

"I am God, give them to me."

Chamber Limoro's body was short, and he didn't believe the Dragon King's words. He was even more surprised that the young barbarian dared to say such a big rebellious, sorrowful rhetoric, which was beyond his acceptable range.

The words "you...not..." consume all the energy of the old leader, but they are just ambiguous whispers.

It’s just that they can’t go to Shangguan’s side with the lotus girl. They have to find a way to go out safely. Although the slaves don’t dare to get close to the altar, under the master’s orders, they will not allow the enemy to leave casually.

Gu Shenwei held up the Wufeng knife, and the sound of the internal force spread far and wide. Everyone around the altar, whether standing or not, can hear it. "You want to please the gods, very good, I am God, I accept you. The gift, these five people belong to me, I don't want them to die, I want them to live."

The only anger in the life of Limomo was in the air. He had seen the Dragon King and had dealt with him. He wouldn’t believe that this is God. If he had to choose, he would also kill the old man who was not blind. Become a god.

"Devil, leave the altar!" Room Limoro raised his white crutches with his hands high and suddenly straightened his body, rushing to the uninvited guest who had broken the sacrifice with a knife in a brave posture that had never been seen before.

From the forehead of the old leader, the Wufeng knife draws a straight thin line until the lower abdomen stops.

The white robe is wide open, revealing a thin, white-brown chest.

Gu Shen took the other hand to hold the back of Limoro, and forced him to throw it on the woodpile. Then he picked up a torch from the edge of the altar and threw it on the woodpile.

The flames ignited.

"As you wish." Gu Shen said in a whisper, then raised the voice again, "The devil left the altar."

In a critical moment, Gu Shenwei made a low-level mistake. He always talked to Chamber Limo, and even forgot that the majority of the people in the country of Xiangji could not understand the Central Plains.

Only a very small number of people understand the meaning of the Dragon King, but they are the least believe that they began to use their own language to incite everyone to avenge the old leader.

Thousands of aristocrats are courageous to each other, surrounded by altars, step by step, and slowly approaching the top of the altar.

Shangguanru and the Dutch woman still have not recovered, and like the other three women, the body is weak and will fall at any time.

The firewood was burning more and more, and the rough heat came from behind. Gu Shen took a deep breath again, raised the horn and blew it with the greatest strength.

The effect is not as obvious as the first time. Most people stop, but they don't have to kneel down. They are hesitating, squatting, waiting for other people's reactions. As long as one person takes the lead, everyone will rush to the ground.

The true leader is often born at this moment, and the country of the fragrant world enjoys a hundred years of peace. The leader has already become a superfluous thing. It takes time to break through the constraints of the custom, and they are still waiting.

The dragon king's gaze crossed the heads of the people and looked at the gentle **** in the distance. Some people noticed this, and they followed the movement of their eyes, and then they screamed in horror.

Ten savage soldiers arrived on horseback. They recognized the dragon king's horn and only obeyed the command of the horn.

Five people hold knives, five people raise swords, and suddenly they sound like beast-like screams, sometimes sharp, sometimes low, like dozens of animals in the forest turn to try.

Then, ten people rushed side by side to the restless crowd.

This is a wrong decision. The latter will give in because the enemy is too strong, but the right stimulus will make them brave.

Gu Shen is too late to have a way to stop the soldiers who are loyal to themselves.

Ten savages are like a spear, deeply pierced into a huge enemy body, but this enemy is too large, and the whole length is stuck in, only a small injury, far from fatal.

The savage soldiers were instantly surrounded, pulled, and beaten by groups of slaves. The ten people did not reveal a trace of fear, and they did not retreat. They were motivated by the horns, as if they had gained some kind of divine power. A word, this is the first time they have learned the Central Plains words in dozens of days.

"Dragon King!"

Gu Shenwei looked at Shangguanru and the lotus girl next to him. He couldn’t watch his soldiers take his life. So he continued to blow the horn and stretched the right hand of the knife, like a big-winged bird. Aristocrats below the steps.

Gu Shen’s rescue, which was initiated by impulsive impulses, almost became an irreparable tragedy.

Just as he leaped into the air and was looked up by countless people, a louder horn came.

This is not a horn, but a thousand, two thousand, three thousand horns, which merge into a majestic force, echoing the dragon's horn.

The sound of the group sounds in time, and the last line of defense in the hearts of the people of the country of the Xiangji collapsed.

The same people who can understand the Central Plains have just shaken everyone's resistance. At this time, they are the first to kneel down, learn the tone of the wild people, and shout "Dragon King".

More and more people are clamoring for words that they don't understand at all.

They have admitted that he is God.

(Seeking for advice)