Abandoned Immortals

Before coming here, Yu Lian listened to Dong Mingle talking about the Dongming Clan Code with her.

This family canon is roughly divided into two parts, the first is the sacrificial offering.

Worship heaven and earth, worship ancestors, be grateful for the continuation of the blood of the Dongming family, and pray for the prosperity of the future family, and the Dongming family will live forever in the world and be with the sky.

This kind of sacrificial ceremony is highly valued in every clan named after the surname, so the preparations are also very thorough. Just the process of chanting mantras and praying for blessings lasted a whole hour.

During the process of reciting the mantra, members of the Dongming clan can receive blessings and blessings, and some lucky ones can also improve their cultivation.

But as a foreigner, Yu Lianxin, she half understood Dongming's mantra, and felt drowsy and uninterested.

After chanting the mantra and praying for blessings, one had to take blood to sacrifice to heaven. Yu Lianxin hadn't realized that the word "take blood" was so strange before, but when she saw it with her own eyes, she couldn't help frowning.

The so-called blood collection refers to taking the blood of a baby. This baby is less than one year old, but it is the descendant of a mortal who does not have the blood of Dong Ming.

The person who presided over the ceremony pierced his chest with a silver dagger and took a bowl of heart blood.

Although this ritual does not harm his life, such bloodletting will definitely damage his foundation. Even if the child survives and grows up, it will be difficult for the child to have the physical fitness of a normal person. It would be better to die now.

The Dongming family really regards mortals as livestock.

The sacrifice of blood to heaven was about to begin, Yu Lian crossed her arms and watched the scene with cold eyes.

The blade was about to touch the child's heart, when suddenly a force of energy appeared out of nowhere and hit the dagger, and the blade bounced away.

The child was frightened and began to cry.

The ritual was blocked for no reason, and the priest of the Dongming clan was furious. He turned his head and glared at the source of Qi Jin, and shouted loudly: "Who dares to disturb the family code?!"

Yu Lian frowned, looking at the person beside her unexpectedly.

Seeing Dong Ming Le Shi suddenly stand up, facing the altar with a frank expression, he said loudly:

"Le thinks that the Dongming clan has been established in the mortal world for tens of thousands of years. There are many descendants in the clan who are married to mortals who do not have our blood. My Dongming clan has rooted in the mortal world and claims to be a human being. Blood sacrifice to heaven should be abolished!"

Her words were resounding, and people from the surrounding stands who held the same viewpoint echoed her.

Yu Lian's eyes were full of astonishment, she never thought that Dong Mingle would have such a side.

This is almost a different person from the murderous Dong Mingle she saw when she was in Xuangong before.

But at this moment, the opposite stand yelled loudly:

"Full of nonsense!"

A powerful elder beside the young master puppet stood up, confronted Dong Mingle tit for tat, and retorted: "My Dongming family has the blood of an ancient beast. How can my status be equal to that of ordinary people?"

He looked coldly at Dong Mingle and the supporters behind him, snorted and laughed, then suddenly lowered his face, and reprimanded in a low voice:

"What's more, the method of removing blood to sacrifice to the sky is a custom that my Dongming family has passed down through the ages. Not offering sacrifices to the sky is disrespectful, offending the ancestors, and offending the gods. Can you bear this responsibility?!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, the voices of the Dongming clan members of the Shenzhu faction grew louder, and they suppressed the voices supporting Dongmingle arrogantly.

Since the two sides disagreed, quarrels were unavoidable, and there was a lot of noise in the arena, and the patriarch of the Dongming clan had to come forward to stabilize the situation.

It was a gray-haired, stooped old man, his age was high, his cultivation was only at the early stage of Taoism, he had been in charge of the Dongming clan for more than ten thousand years, and he was quite prestigious in the clan.

At the very least, regardless of whether the God-lord faction or the Wuwei faction, you must listen to its teachings and not offend them face-to-face.

Suppressing the voices of the two factions refuting and arguing with each other, Fang Fang said:

"Both of you have reasons to rely on. The custom of my Dongming family since ancient times cannot be abolished easily. Le'er has a claim. If you can come up with an alternative plan that convinces everyone in my clan, it is not a bad idea. Non-negotiable."

As he spoke, he cast his eyes on Dong Mingle who was standing upright, and his tone was slightly lower: "But if there is no one, the ceremony will be held as usual."

Yu Lian frowned, and looked at Dong Mingle's back with a bit of trouble, she was already a thorn in the side of the Shenzhu sect, and she would definitely arouse the hostility of many people in her clan if she became so prominent today.

However, Dong Mingle herself didn't seem to be worried. She had already made up her mind, so she didn't hesitate for a moment, and said directly: "If the sacrificial ceremony cannot be abolished, one's blood and blood must be sacrificed to heaven. If so, I am willing to replace it with my body."

As soon as this remark came out, another boulder fell into the sea of ​​people, everyone was shocked, and even the elder who insisted on keeping the ancient etiquette was speechless.

Yu Lian couldn't hide her astonishment, Dong Mingle's actions almost took the initiative to hand herself to the sword of the Shenzhu faction.

If the priest presiding over the ceremony had bad intentions, even if he could not take her life under the watchful eyes of everyone, it would be hard to prevent the other party from doing something secretly, which would damage her foundation and cause an incurable disease.

The patriarch of the Dongming clan asked with a serious face, "Have you thought about it?"

Dong Mingle replied: "Le will do it willingly, and the patriarch doesn't need to persuade him anymore."

The patriarch then turned his head to look at the people of the God Master, and asked them: "What do you elders think?"

The eyes of the elder who had previously refuted Dong Mingle's words flickered, and he exchanged glances with the people around him. Fang cupped his hands and said, "Miss Le understands the righteousness and sets the example by herself. I admire it quite a lot. We have no objection."

Since Dong Mingle wanted to die by himself, they were of course willing to go with the flow.

Temporarily changing the old system, there is no loss for them. How can there be a clan member who is willing to be a lamb again to volunteer for the next clan ceremony after a hundred years?As long as the ritual of taking blood to sacrifice to heaven is not abolished, taking the blood of mortal children will be the general trend.

The matter was finalized in public, and Yu Lian watched Dong Mingle calmly step up to the altar, replacing the crying mortal child, and stood in front of the priest undefended.

She stretched out her hand, and the silver dagger flew back in a circle, and was taken into his hand, and then handed it to the priest, with a respectful tone: "My lord priest, please."

The priest took the dagger from her hand and asked again: "Miss Le, do you really want to change your mind?"

Dong Mingle had no fear on his face, and responded: "If you don't change it, I will trouble you, Lord Priest."

Hearing this, the priest sighed helplessly.

Dongmingle devoted all her energy to the Dongming clan. For thousands of years, people in the clan have noticed her. There are many people who sympathize with her hard work, and this priest is one of them.

If it weren't for this relationship, Dong Mingle would probably have a little more worry.

The sacrificial ceremony continued, the priest raised the knife and took Dong Mingle's heart and blood. Dong Mingle closed his eyes and said nothing.

After releasing a bowl of hard work, the collar of Dongmingle's blue shirt was already dyed red.

Her face was pale, her vision was blurred for a while, she was dizzy, and a thin layer of sweat leaked from her forehead.

Reluctantly holding a breath, Dong Mingle quickly closed the big holes around the wound. Dong Mingle took a step back, saluted the priest, and then flew down from the altar.

When she landed, her legs were weak, and she almost couldn't stand on her feet. Just when she was about to stagger, a hand suddenly stretched out beside her, holding her arm firmly.

Raising his eyes, he bumped into Yu Lian's eyes as deep as the sea.

A faint smile appeared on her weak face: "Thank you."

Yu Lian didn't respond, she helped Dong Mingle back to her seat and withdrew her hand in time.

The sacrificial process lasted for a full three hours, and finally came to an end, and then ushered in the most attention-grabbing event of the day: the decision of the patriarch's successor.

The selection of a successor is a major event. Who will be the next patriarch is the key to the development of the Dongming Clan and the rise and fall of the clan. Naturally, it needs to go through many tests.

This first round of competition is about cultivation strength.

Although Dong Mingle was injured, his cultivation was in a solid hole.

But at this moment, the elders of the Divine Lord Sect made an extremely tricky request: "Does the level of strength only depend on the level of cultivation? Why don't you set up a ring in front of the public, and you will know who you are after a competition. I think Miss Le will not refuse."

Dong Mingle had just poured out a bowl of heart blood just after taking blood to sacrifice to the heavens. It was at a time when her body was weak, not to mention that her old wounds had not healed. It is more than enough to pass through Dongmingle.

Yu Lian also felt worried, so she glanced at Dong Mingle suspiciously.

This is obviously deceiving too much, not to mention, who can guarantee that the puppet young master didn't have one or two tricks in private, since the other party made such a request at this time, it was obviously prepared.

In this matter, Dong Mingle was reasonable, if she argued hard, maybe she didn't have to fight the other party.

However, after going through all kinds of things today, Yuxi has already guessed this woman's choice in her heart.

As she expected, the blue shirt was stained with blood, and Dong Mingle, who hadn't changed yet, stood up again.

Since she wants to fight for the position of the heir, she must convince the public.

That puppet young master's cultivation base is two big realms lower than hers, but she shrinks back and dare not fight because of her injury. Could it be that the rumors of the God Lord faction that she is weak and difficult to be a great leader are confirmed?

No matter how many schemes and tricks the other party has, she will break it with her own strength.

Dong Mingle got up, his attitude was obvious.

The patriarch of the Dongming clan naturally would not object to such a discussion. He raised his sleeves and swept the ground, the forest of steles parted to two sides, and a ring with a radius of ten feet was raised out of thin air under the altar.

The puppet young master in the opposite stand jumped up and bowed his hands to the patriarch and many bystanders when he landed. Then he pretended to invite Dong Mingle: "Sister Le, please."

His name is Dong Mingqi, and he is the descendant of Dong Mingle's uncle. He is a full four thousand years younger than Dong Mingle, and his cultivation is not as good, which is also reasonable.

After a short breath adjustment just now, Dong Mingle recovered a little bit of physical strength, touched the ground with her toes, and jumped onto the ring lightly.

The two confronted each other, and Dong Mingqi took the lead because of his low cultivation, bit the tip of his tongue, and spewed out a mouthful of scarlet blood mist.

Wiping his hands from the blood mist, he quickly formed a seal and slammed into the ground.

Several strangely shaped blood talismans appeared within five steps away from him, and then a few skinny hands broke through the ground covered by the blood talismans, crawling out of the underworld like countless evil spirits from the abyss.

In the stands on both sides, the clansmen exclaimed one after another, and even the patriarch couldn't stop approving.

Dong Mingqi summoned five corpse puppets at a time, which was already very good in terms of his Dao level cultivation.

The corpse puppets made strange and stern voices, scrambling to rush towards Dong Mingle. The latter's face was serious, with contempt in his eyes, he swung his sleeves and the strong wind blew, and the five corpse puppets looked like paper. Yes, it shattered instantly.

A cold light flashed across Dong Mingle's eyes. She had been patient with the Divine Master's people for a long time, so she said coldly: "If you only have this ability, then step back."

He waved his sleeve again, and the fierce wind howled, hitting Dongming Mingqi's chest, pushing him back a few steps, and he was about to fall out of the boundary.

At this moment, a wind blade rolled up from nowhere, and suddenly passed Dong Mingqi's throat.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Dong Mingqi's head was thrown high, and the gushing blood instantly stained half of the arena red.

The author has something to say: Hey, I thought today’s three chapters could cover the whole story, but I didn’t expect the content of the festival to be so long...

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