God vs. Lone Star, you and I are a pair

Led by Bai Song, he held a box and walked to the altar with his head lowered. Following Qingchen's instructions, he placed the boxes in the order they specified. There were twelve skeletons in total, and it seemed that they all belonged to babies.

Zhao Xi's voice rang again. "These should be the bones of children who are related to these people by their own horoscopes."

His voice was very soft and without too much emotion, but after hearing this sentence, all the people who shared the channel felt a chill on their backs and a tightness in their hearts. In other words, these so-called masters were enjoying themselves. Not satisfied with the best resources in the world, he would do anything to extend his life, and even put his thoughts on his own descendants.

And it was these people in front of me who used some means and words to convince these people that I have so many descendants, so it is only natural that I should sacrifice one of them so that I can live a few more years.

Zhang Hao suddenly remembered that there was a gossip before, saying that the super rich man in New Zealand, who was also listed at this time, was still giving birth to children when he was eighty years old, and encouraged his children and grandchildren to have more children and raise more, and each child could be divided to $100 million. It seems that as the media frankly stated that they hope to have more children, the better, it is false, and it is true that they want a person who is related to them by blood with the same horoscope.

Everyone was a little stunned by the evil thoughts of human nature that they imagined. Suddenly, he saw He Yun standing at the top of the altar and shouted "Get up".

The box that Bo Song had just placed on the altar slowly floated up, suspended half a meter above the ground.

"Use my blood to nourish my skin." He Yun's voice sounded a little different from before, as if he was a little older.

He suddenly jumped down from the top of the altar, his large robes fluttering in the firelight, and a lifelike golden crane behind him. If nothing else, this outfit must have cost a lot of money.

"Please give me the treasure of the Fuyao Sect."

Qingchen held up a one-meter-long object wrapped in yellow cloth in both hands and handed over the money. This object was brought out by Qingchen when Zhou Jingxing pretended that there was evil in the house. It was an old and simple long knife. , and later Zhang Hao took the opportunity to place a monitor the size of a rice grain in the card slot inlaid with gems.

He Yun bowed three times to Bu Bao, and then took the sword with one hand.

Zhang Hao was shocked. He had touched this knife before. It was solid. It should be made of iron mixed with other heavy metals. It weighed about fifty or sixty kilograms. This Heyun looked very thin. , he can actually lift the knife with one hand, which seems to be quite strong.

I saw He Yun lift the knife with his right hand, and then grasp it with his left hand. Soon, the blood from his palm flowed down the blade. The originally black and simple sword flashed with a cold light after being soaked in blood.

"Fellow Taoists, please."

He Yun dropped the blood in his hand into something similar to a copper basin. They lay on the ground and couldn't see clearly.

"It's a tripod, a bronze tripod." Zhao Xi in the channel said after taking a clear look with a telescope, his voice full of surprise, "It's still a nine tripod."

Anyone who knows anything knows that in my country's cultural relics market, bronze items are priceless treasures and cannot be circulated on the market at all, because catching them is a death sentence.

Although the tripod in front of you is very small, it has nine legs. During the Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties in ancient my country, the tripod was not only a vessel, but also a symbol of status. It is said that the tripod was made by Xia Yu, symbolizing the nine states of China. . Moreover, the so-called Zhongming Dingshi House is only worthy of being owned by a family with a noble status and a prominent position.

Zhao Xi can be regarded as a disciple and has seen countless good things. But at this time, when he saw the Jiuding used by He Yun to collect blood, he was still shocked. However, when he looked at the "ordinary people" sitting there, , you can be relieved. The identities of these people, let alone secretly buying, selling and collecting bronze tripods, some of them can "voluntarily" donate half of the museum later.

Twelve people, headed by Shen Xinhong, stepped forward one at a time, cut their palms with knives, and dripped blood into the cauldron.

"Something's wrong." Ye Huaizhao was in the surveillance car and could clearly zoom in to see the expressions of these people.

"They are all smiling, but their smiles look exactly the same." Ye Huaizhao looked at the picture captured on the screen. The 12 people, including his grandfather, raised the corners of their mouths to almost the same extent, but their eyes were a little dull.

"Do it." Xuan Yuan spoke in the channel.