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Chapter 108 Sacrifice
A long time ago, Guchuan entrusted the Wu clan with an important task - to worship the Holy Mother.
Of course, this sacrificial technique has undergone some changes to a certain extent.
For example, it can be used not only for sacrifices, but also to inquire of the Virgin Mary and saints.
Hou Tu slowly withdrew her gaze and looked at Gu Chuan beside her with some admiration.
There was a hint of complexity in her words.
"Fellow Daoist Furukawa, could it be that you had already foreseen the outcome of this battle before it even began?"
When she said these words, Hou Tu's mind was wavering, and the light of the saint behind her seemed to be about to break through the clouds.
However, what followed was a lot of doubts, because as far as Hou Tu knew, the strategies left by Guchuan were not just this little bit.
So now comes the problem.
What else does the strategy left by Furukawa at that time represent?
(Interested viewers can go back to Chapter 58, where the details are explained clearly.)
You must know that the catastrophe has already begun. Even a saint cannot perceive the various aspects of the way of heaven and the traces of the future.
Even an existence as powerful as Taiqing Laozi in calculating the secrets of heaven could only see fragments of the picture.
Yet, Furukawa was able to predict things so accurately, as if he had all the major events in the world in his mind?!
“What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again.
I just changed the original thing a little bit.”
Furukawa said calmly.
And inexplicably, a long sword appeared in his hand, with a terrifying bloody aura flashing on it, the resentment of all living beings and the resentment of the human race.
"Is this the Demon-Slaying Sword?"
Hou Tu, who was originally expecting Guchuan to ask for help from her, was stunned when she saw the scene in front of her and couldn't help but speak out.
You have to know that even for the demon clan, refining the Witch-Slaying Sword, which they are already very familiar with, still requires a lot of effort and time.
However, all this is based on the secret intervention of the Heavenly Dao, and even the ancestor Hongjun is taking action to influence the trend.
But what about Furukawa?
He had witnessed with his own eyes that the other party casually drew out from the filthy air in front of him, and a demon-killing sword that looked like a top-grade spiritual treasure appeared in his hand.
When did refining magic weapons become so easy?
buzzing...
Guchuan flicked the demon-killing sword in his hand, and suddenly a crisp sound was heard.
He replied as he clicked on some special runes engraved on it.
"In fact, this is not a demon-killing sword. Its power is too weak and can only kill demons below the level of celestial immortals!"
"Then why do we need to refine it?!"
Hou Tu was even more puzzled at this moment. She originally thought that as a saint, she possessed many great powers and infinite wisdom.
But when facing Furukawa, there are still many reasons that I can't understand.
Perhaps the original identity of the Wu clan prevents their IQ from being raised too high.
But how could Furukawa be so smart and make such a calculation without any doubt?
“Of course it’s to add more fuel to the fire of the human race, otherwise, how could the Heavenly Dao Saints cause chaos?
If these people are not in chaos, how can I plan what to do next?"
Furukawa muttered to himself, then he held the sword in his hand, a look of understanding appearing on his face.
Suddenly, mountains, rivers, and human beings appeared on his original demon-killing sword.
One positive and one negative, showing the glory of the human race.
……
The holy temple of the human race.
Holding the fire of human civilization, Suiren showed some struggle on his mottled face.
He stood in front of the sacred fire of the human race, feeling the rays of hope coming from the flames being constantly shattered, and felt endless anger rising in his heart.
He enshrined the sculptures of the four great saints in front of the sacred fire of humanity.
These sculptures are majestic and magnificent, fully demonstrating the saints' love and compassion.
Behind Suiren, tens of millions of human beings knelt down.
Their wishes, like smoke smoke, shot straight into the sky, and were then firmly controlled by the power of sacrifice and hidden in a special node.
"This is one of the few ways we can communicate with the saints."
“Wuwuwu… Holy Mother, Three Pure Ones… Please help me, or my race will perish.”
"Is all we can do here is kneel down and worship these clay statues?"
"I hate myself for not working hard to cultivate martial arts. Otherwise, I could be out there killing the demons right now!!"
Such changes in the human race have attracted the attention of tens of thousands of powerful people.
Anyone who has reached the realm of Daluo Jinxian and can establish some special connection with heaven and earth will turn his eyes to the human race.
The great masters had different looks, some with pity, some with indifference, and some with scrutiny, but no one dared to take action at this time.
In a thick space above the human race, the will of all living beings is like a galloping horse, constantly impacting everything around it.
The sense of deterrence coming from there is no less than the power that a true saint can wield.
Because of this, although there were powerful people among the demon clan who noticed this place, the demon clan did not make any move.
"Incense!"
In the end, Suiren raised the scepter that ignited the fire of hope for humanity.
This is a piece of the withered gourd vine left behind when Nuwa created human beings.
The light of humanity's merits shines through the heavens, and even saints are unwilling to destroy the terrifying merits contained within.
But now, Suiren has raised it high and inserted it directly in front of several saints.
Seeing this scene, the giant witches standing around, blocking out the sky and the sun, were all moved.
"It seems that this human race has truly made up their minds and is begging the saints to help them survive for a while!"
"Who says it isn't? But the human race is helpless. Although we are helping, there are simply too many human tribes. Unless a saint takes action, it's impossible to take care of them all."
"Alas, the human race is truly miserable. Not only are nine out of ten houses in the territory close to the demon race empty, but even the area around this sacred mountain has been plundered by the great demons."
"The demon king I killed earlier, that beast didn't even spare a one-year-old human child, and even praised its flesh and blood as delicious!"
All the witches who can come here are powerful, have also participated in the ceremony of commemorating the Father God, and are also filled with emotion.
The witch clan cannot generate any wish power without a primordial spirit, and they do not have such a precious treasure to squander.
Compared with the human race's memorial services, their previous sacrificial ceremonies were like playing house.
But at this moment, Hou Yi, carrying a heavy bow on his back, made a thunderous sound on the left side of the venue.
"What do you think would happen if the saints, bearing all this sacrificial power, still chose not to help the human race resolve its current situation?"
In the underworld, these words also rang in Guchuan's ears.