I have an altar of luck

On this day, Chen Yuan got up early, joined other barbarian warriors, and quickly gathered outside the city. In a few days, apart from being withdrawn at the beginning, Chen Yuan also had a lot of conversations with a few casual warriors.

The relationship can be maintained, and this time to participate in the sacrifice, it is natural to go together.

It was noon, and when Chen Yuan arrived at the sacrificial place, hundreds of thousands of people had already gathered here, including barbarian cavalry and barbarian warriors, but most of them were barbarian herdsmen.

Everyone has smiles on their faces, ready to welcome this triennial event.

And in the middle of the crowd, there is already an altar with a height of several tens of feet, and the beacon smoke rises straight up to the sky, which has the taste of a lonely desert.

Chen Yuan quietly hid in the crowd, staring fixedly at the high platform.

Quietly waiting for the arrival of the barbarian sacrifice.

The people beside him were also talking softly to Chen Yuan about something.

Everything is very peaceful.

And above the royal city, unknown to everyone, a man in a black robe slowly emerged from the void without anyone's attention.

He looked at the gathered crowd in the distance, with a faint sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"Brother Wang Ping, why have I never heard of the tribe you belonged to before?" A barbarian warrior next to Chen Yuan asked with some doubts.

His name is Agumu, and like Chen Yuan, he is also a casual warrior in the grassland. He has traveled all over the grassland on weekdays, passing through hundreds of thousands of tribes.

But I have never heard of the 'Chinese nation' he said.

Very weird.

And the name 'Wang Ping' really doesn't look like a grassland tribe, but rather a name from the Central Plains.

"Small tribe, it's normal that Brother Gumu hasn't heard of it." Chen Yuan smiled calmly.

There are tens of thousands of grassland tribes, and their names are also different. He said that this name is quite normal, and it will not make people suspicious immediately. What's more,

He is also really Chinese.

"Is that so?"

Agumu nodded thoughtfully, and immediately changed the topic:

"Brother Wang Ping, after the sacrificial ceremony begins, will you go up to the stage to fight? I heard that this time is different. Apart from being received by the Great Khan,

You can also directly enter the army. If you can get an elite army, then the power you have will be great, and it is possible to re-establish the clan in the future. "

This is his dream, to rebuild the clan.

"let's discuss it later."

"Anyway, I will definitely come to power, and I will join the army no matter what. I hope this year I can also go to the Central Plains to plunder. The women there are very fair."

Agumu's face revealed an evil light.

Chen Yuan glanced at him plainly, and asked softly:

"You robbed a lot of Central Plains women?"

"There are still more than a dozen of them. These people are very suitable for slaves. If Brother Wang Ping wants to, I will send you a few. Anyway, the caravan from the Central Plains will also send new ones. I heard that sometimes there are some officials. A family woman is even better."

Agumu replied truthfully.

Chen Yuan patted the other party's shoulder and said with a smile:

"Treasure this time well."

"What did Brother Wang Ping mean?"

Agumu wanted to ask again, but Chen Yuan had already ignored him, and looked at the altar indifferently, almost, the sacrifice was about to begin!

With the blowing of the horn, the loud and clear voice gradually rose.

Within a hundred miles, the sound of horns echoed.

Then, there was another sound of war drums, and some barbarian women who had prepared in advance wore weird costumes and began to dance under the altar.

He was still shouting some barbarian language.

The people around were very excited and responded one after another.

This situation lasted for almost a quarter of an hour, and the priest carried out the second item, the living sacrifice!

One by one, the Central Plains warriors were caught by the barbarian masters, stepped into the void step by step, and stayed above the altar. As time came, those Central Plains warriors were blasted into blood mist.

These people include old people, children, and young adults.

Many people were still wearing the battle armor of the Beiliang Army, cursing at the people below.

But to no avail, hundreds of people were still sacrificed in blood.

Sprinkle their blood and stumps on the altar.

And the barbarian herdsmen, warriors, and army below were all shouting, the previous passion was mobilized again, and Chen Yuan almost understood the barbarian language they were shouting.

Kill these Central Plains people!

It was they who blocked Wang Ting's footsteps!

Damn these people!

Two-legged sheep!

Chen Yuan listened quietly, forming a stark contrast with the people around him, but his eyes became more and more cold. Now he doesn't agree with the words that the people are innocent.

Non-my family, its heart must be different!

If you want to kill, you have to kill them all!

These prairie tribes are all bandits. There may be good people among them, but under the atmosphere of the whole tribe, there are too few...

After the blood sacrifice, the high priest of the king's court, dressed in a long robe, fell from the void step by step. In an instant, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the golden light shone brightly.

All kinds of rare and strange beasts dance in the void.

Real dragon, fire phoenix, pegasus, and unique totems of barbarians.

Such a miraculous scene made those who cheered even more excited, and some even knelt down to express their surrender.

The barbarian high priest looked around, nodded slightly, and lightly tapped the simple crutch in his hand on the altar, and an invisible force immediately enveloped everyone.

Let their cries cease abruptly.

Then, the mysterious music sounded, and a woman dressed in white came out of the sky holding various sacrifices and treasures, like a fairy descending from the nine heavens.

These people stood on the high platform one by one, revealing the treasures.

There are mysterious unicorns, blood-stained battle armor, spiritual wine that blooms with divine light, and various rare and magical objects, and Chen Yuan is most concerned about a golden lotus among them.

The lotus flower spread out, blooming golden light, exuding a soft breath.

Chen Yuan's eyes froze, and he was ready to make a move.

He has no interest in waiting for the sacrifice to end.

The high priest on the high platform arranged these tributes, bowed and bowed three times towards the north, then stood up, and loudly said to the endless crowd:

"Long live God!"

"Long live the barbarian!"

"Long live the sweat!"

With him at the beginning, it suddenly condensed into waves of sound, sweeping the world.

Chen Yuan, who was in the crowd, slowly took out the mask from the Tianshu space and put it on his face.

Lord Shura, officially launched!

Chapter 5 and Ten Golden Lotus Start!The war is over!

When the Dao Master Shura mask of the Dao God Palace was worn on his face, Chen Yuan was no longer Chen Yuan, or not only Chen Yuan, but the Dao Master Shura who was famous all over the world, the Demon Lord Shura!

A ray of light quickly poured into Chen Yuan's body from the Emperor Butcher's Knife, and the demon monk Mo Luo instantly took over Chen Yuan's body, and no one has noticed this change yet.

Everyone was immersed in the 'Long live the gods'.

In an instant, the color of the void changed, and the void where all kinds of rare birds and animals flew turned into black clouds in an instant, and a huge face that covered the sky and the earth instantly appeared.

Many people noticed this change, and the expression of the high priest changed instantly.

Knowing that someone came to make trouble, he immediately shouted:

"Where is the evildoer, dare to come here to disturb the sacrifice of the royal court!"

"A group of barbarians are also worthy of scolding me?"

A thunderous sound resounded through the sky.

There was a commotion in the crowd, and there was endless chaos.

"Bold and monstrous, how dare you show your true colors!"

The divine general Wanyan Shu shouted angrily, his voice was like thunder.

Then, there was a burst of evil laughter.

In the crowd, 'Chen Yuan' glanced slowly across all the people around him, a smirk appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then, a very dark and flame-like rune quickly appeared between his brows.

Afterwards, 'Chen Yuan''s body began to swell again, even tearing his clothes.

The exposed skin is as black as ink, like forged from divine iron. The bulging hardcover muscles of the body are streamlined, full of explosive power, and at the same time have a strange sense of beauty.

At this moment, Chen Yuan began to ignite a large amount of magic flames from the magic lines between his eyebrows, like a demon god!

The image at this time is exactly the same as when Chen Yuan appeared in the Shenjing Imperial City before.

The terrifying breath rushed straight into the sky, like a puff of wolf smoke.

At this moment, the people around all noticed such a terrifying change, and all turned their attention to Chen Yuan. Agumu was the most astonished, because he remembered that the position seemed to be the position of brother 'Wang Ping'.

But before he could think about it, because they were too close, the terrifying magic flame on Chen Yuan's body had already stained his body, and began to melt at a speed visible to the naked eye.

No matter what methods he tried, he couldn't extinguish the magic flame on his body, and it turned into nothingness in a burst of unwilling roars, and he was not the only one who was implicated.

But all the barbarian warriors who were around Chen Yuan's body were exactly the same as his fate at this moment, and they were quickly wiped out amidst the roar of unwillingness.

There was a moment of silence, followed by riots.

Everyone hurriedly ran for their lives, fearing that the terrifying magic flame just now would stick to them. In an instant, there was an open space around Chen Yuan.

Naturally, the situation here was quickly noticed by the high priest and the god general.

Immediately realized something was wrong.

This is...there are two people here?

My heart suddenly sank.

The god general and the high priest looked at each other, and then, the god general beat his chest with both fists and let out a roar, his stature skyrocketed rapidly, from nearly one foot to a three foot giant in just a short moment.

At the same time, thick gray hair grew on its body, and from a distance, it seemed that it was not a person at all!

"Come!"

The divine general Wanyan Shu shouted loudly, and in the endless crowd, a huge lion-like beast straddled the void and came in front of the divine general.

Like getting on a horse, Wanyan Shu got on his horse immediately, holding a huge ax about the size of Zhang Xu, and was about to charge towards Chen Yuan, while the high priest stared fixedly at the human face condensed in the void.

It is impossible for Chen Yuan to sit still and wait for death. Now the initiative is in his hands, stepping into the void step by step, looking down at the god general Wanyanshu like a demon god:

"You barbarians, step forward and lead to death!"

The berserk Wanyanshu glared at Chen Yuan, and instantly slashed with an axe, and hundreds of feet of sharp air slashed towards Chen Yuan, but his sharp eyes shattered every inch of him.

Compared with when the imperial city was rioting half a year ago, Mo Luo is in a better state at this time, and Chen Yuan can carry more power because of his physical body soaring.

The power that nature can erupt also surpasses before.

A barbarian general is still not in his eyes.

"Where are you sacred, you dare to come to the royal court to make trouble?"

The high priest looked at Chen Yuan in the void with serious eyes.

"Taoist Palace, Lord Shura!"

"It seems that the ancient gold royal court has never had any enmity with any Taoist palace." The high priest said in a deep voice.