[Exploring the last scene in northern Tibet, Devil Lake Selin Fault!]

[Along the way, you have discovered that the last successor of Eagle Flute is inappropriate. He is related to the mysterious Xiangxiong remnant and the cruel killing sacrifice!]

[Legendary: He will preside over the primitive and ignorant bloody sacrifice on the banks of Selincuo Lake to awaken the legendary demon king. As a traveler with a strong sense of justice, you decided to sneak into the sacrificial activities, collect enough evidence and hand it over to the police. Please be careful of your safety!]

The hotel's prompt sound seemed gloomy in the storm. When the prompt was over, the unknown eagle flute sound became clearer, like crying and complaining, and the melodious and sharp flute sound was extremely harsh. It made people subconsciously feel irritated, and it was chilling behind it, and it was even more magical with the sound of thunderstorms.

Wei Xun could see a large and terrifying dark demonic energy echoing in the sky, which triggered the demonic atmosphere in the rain pillars in the sky. Its selincuo Lake circling and spreading outward, like the thick dark cumulonimbus clouds in the sky, which was thousands of times stronger than the demonic energy of the fog demon general. Even Wei Xun only looked at it, and his scalp was numb, and his spine hair was blown up, trembling.

Another lighter colored demonic energy condensed into a thread, sweeping from behind Wei Xun and Cuoba Lama with the sound of the eagle flute, leading to the rich dark demonic energy of the sky on the lake in the distance.

"The Lake of Demons hangs down."

The Lama of Cuoba stared at the demonic energy on the lake, and was extremely serious and kept reciting the Bon Eight Characters Sutra. The solemn and dignified Dharma light on his body became more and more prosperous. The sound of the interfering eagle flute was intermittent and discontinuous, distorted and deformed.

"No."

Wei Xun held the hand of the Cuocha Lama. When he heard the sound of the eagle flute, he returned to his human form and quickly put on his clothes. He glanced at the White Wolf King who looked up at him. Wei Xun looked at the shadows running from the direction of the eagle flute. He shook his head at the Cuocha Lama and took out the diamond-shaped body of the lama.

The Lama glanced at Wei Xun, and the two of them met. The Lama hesitated for a moment, and the soul penetrated into his body. Only this body can carry the Lama's magical soul.

It is strange that human souls are considered non-living bodies, but vibrant but soulless bodies are considered life bodies. The hotel has its own standards for judgment. Fortunately, this diamond-shaped body is not a variety of mummies and crystal corpses, but is considered in the category of inanimate.

Wei Xun quickly put away Gu Xin's skin Thangka, Demon-Suppressing Pestle and Lama's body. He put on Ding Yi's dark green cloak and put on a hood to cover his expression. The blood ladybug and other demon insects had already dug up the soil quietly and hid in Wei Xun's cloak.

In just five or six seconds, the crackling sound of running on the water came from behind, accompanied by the vigilant and hostile Tibetan language, there were at least five or six people listening to the sound.

"Who are you?!"

"roar--"

The White Wolf King roared lowly, extremely fierce, and the other party's voice was silenced. Wei Xun keenly heard the "click" sound of plucking the safety bolt. These people had guns in their hands!

"presumptuous!"

Wei Xun made his voice hoarse and low. He turned around suddenly, and the golden-winged Roc emblem on his chest flashed with golden light. The dark green hood covered his face, revealing only his pale chin. At this moment, Wei Xun's chin raised slightly, showing a sense of arrogance.

"I am here to attend the sacrifice by the blood of the great elephant."

"Come to attend the sacrifice?"

These are five or six Tibetans wearing traditional Tibetan robes, each of whom is tall and heroic, holding weapons, and the one who is in charge holds a gun. It is not a local gun, but a modern gun, which cannot be achieved by serious means.

They are not savages hiding in the deep mountains and plateaus. They have connections with people outside, and even some people secretly transport firearms to them.

Wei Xun obtained countless information at a glance. After seeing the golden-winged Roc emblem on Wei Xun's chest, the other party's expression also eased a lot, but he still stared at the White Wolf King with a gun on his face and said vigilantly: "What is it? What is the magic light on your side just now?!"

It is not respect for the legendary deified White Wolf King, but hostility.

"what is it?"

Wei Xun sneered, condescendingly, and said in a contemptuous tone:

"Don't you have to bring sacrifices to participate in the sacrifice?"

He lowered his head and stared at the White Wolf King. The White Wolf King, who was originally vigilant with Tibetans, turned his head keenly. Even in the dark, the wolf eyes were still pure and icy blue. He looked at Wei Xun, and the White Wolf King stepped forward firmly. Its wolf ears stood upright, and its thick white hair was bloated backwards. The White Wolf King wrinkled his lips and exposed his sharp fangs, and his tail was raised flat, revealing a dangerous attack.

As a wolf who had been on the entire mission, Wei Xun could roughly understand the meaning of the White Wolf King. It seemed that the enemy and our strength seemed to be very different, but the White Wolf King never retreated. It was the first to disperse the enemy array for the pointed head of the team and bit the one in the leader to death. Wei Xun followed him and charged with it, and the enemy was going to kill it. This was the White Wolf King's instinct!

Kill it? No need.

Wei Xun secretly let the fox cub possess it, consuming a large amount of accumulated yang energy to increase its strength. Then when the White Wolf King was not prepared, he squatted down and came, grabbed the White Wolf King's two hind legs with his right hand, grabbed its two front legs with his left hand, and tried hard all over, and actually carried the White Wolf King like a pig!

White Wolf King:??

The White Wolf King first struggled instinctively, and Wei Xun was prepared for it. The golden mosquito mouthpiece sandwiched between his fingers directly sucked it in vain. The yang energy he had just consumed was immediately replenished. On the surface, he had read a few random tricks, and the White Wolf King, who was originally struggling, gradually calmed down.

Too heavy, why is a wolf so heavy?

Wei Xun complained in his heart, but he stood very straight on the surface and pretended to be relaxed. He looked at the Tibetans and saw these people retreating for more than ten steps, his face full of shock and nervousness. Seeing Wei Xun looking at them, he took a few steps back, as if he was afraid that he would throw the White Wolf King over.

"This is the offering I brought."

Wei Xun said rudely and dissatisfied, and took two steps forward: "Why don't you take me there quickly, don't waste your time!"

Since the hotel attractions say "infiltrate into the sacrifice", either the sacrificial link is not strict, or these people do not know each other, but come from different places in the Tibetan area and come here for the sacrifice.

Wei Xun had the golden-winged Roc emblem and the protection of the Elephant King, of course he tried the latter. Of course, he could also kill the Tibetans in front of him and mingle in with their clothes, but looking at their dress, he could at most have the one with a gun at most, wearing an iron badge. Obviously, as their identities, he was only enough to patrol the periphery, so it would be difficult to involve the core of the sacrifice.

Wei Xun looked down on him.

Seek in danger.

He succeeded. The Tibetans put away their weapons, apologized respectfully, and divided two people to hug him, walking in the direction where the sound of the eagle flute came. Among them was the Tibetan who originally had a gun, his name was Zhawang.

Seeing that the White Wolf King was resisted by Wei Xun on his shoulders, he had no ferociousness and vitality. After looking at the pure gold-winged Roc emblem on Wei Xun's chest, and the gold chains he "inadvertently" exposed from the third floor of the Sutra Cave, the Tibetans became more and more respectful, and they knew everything in Wei Xun's temptation.

It turns out that their Xiangxiong remnants did come from all over the Tibetan area, and even sneak in from abroad. But only people like priests will bring sacrifices. The preciousness of the sacrifices will determine his position in the sacrifice.

The White Wolf King is definitely qualified to be a sacrifice, even if it is super-qualified. Even if it is resisted by Wei Xun on his shoulders, the Tibetans dare not look at it head-on. Wei Xun felt that the cold and wet tip of his nose touched his cheeks. The White Wolf King was less aggressive and more lazy. Its body was very heavy and hot, and the heat could even reach Wei Xun's shoulders and neck through his cloak.

Wei Xun was like carrying a heavy giant stove, and he was even sweating a little hot in the cold rainstorm.

Wei Xun remained silent when he was intimate with the White Wolf King. The White Wolf King could not understand Wei Xun's words and had no sense of being a "sacrifice". He was gentle and was resisted by Wei Xun on his shoulders. He even wanted to stretch his body and stretch his waist.

The White Wolf King has a well-developed muscles on his waist and back. Even if he is sucked with a lot of yang energy, he is still strong and powerful. It is larger than the largest British Columbian wolf in the world, and is more than two meters long. Therefore, when it moves its limbs, Wei Xun will hold its calves harder as a warning to make the White Wolf King be more honest.

Wei Xun is actually not able to completely grasp the White Wolf King's legs. His hands are not small, but the White Wolf King's calves are not thin either, let alone holding two front legs and two hind legs in one hand. Although it is exaggerated to say that it is heavier than a pig, the White Wolf King weighs at least more than 70 pounds, and the thick hair soaked in the rain is even heavier. The fox fairy is not a creature with superior strength. Wei Xun relies entirely on the power transformed by a large amount of yang energy.

If he didn't have enough yang energy, he would directly suck from the White Wolf King. Wei Xun had no scruples anymore. He was not as careful as he was when he was about the Snow Leopard, for fear of being slaughtered. He heard the White Wolf King yawning long, licking Wei Xun's hand, and then turned around to lick Wei Xun's cheek.

Wei Xun turned his head and blocked his hood between him and the White Wolf King.

He still used that arrogant and low voice: "Are all the priests here?"

"Yes, all the twelve priests are here."

Zhawang said respectfully, and suddenly he frowned.

Wei Xun was still carrying the White Wolf King forward and secretly prepared to take action. The Tibetans must have thought it through. The twelve priests have arrived, so why did he come out again? There must be something strange about it—

Zhawang was tense all over and said something to the other person in Tibetan. Wei Xun heard it and was surprised and pressed the idea of ​​taking action. Sure enough, the man nodded and left quickly. Zhawang turned around and respected him, but he became a little more anxious.

"Dear priest, there must be evil people who are trying to destroy the sacrifice. We must tell the eldest prince as soon as possible!"

[Blessings of Xiangxiong Kingdom: You will get more luck in matters related to Xiangxiong ruins and Xiangxiong remnants]

Zha Wang did not doubt Wei Xun, but suspected others. The eldest prince, it seemed that the sacrifice was caused by the descendant of the Eagle Flute? He wanted to use the power of the demon to cleanse the bloodline of his body. In the name of the prince... did he still want to restore the Xiangxiong Kingdom?

For more than a thousand years since the Xiangxiong Kingdom was destroyed, how could so many Xiangxiong remnants, Bon priests who were loyal to the "big prince", come to attend the ceremony? Looking at this unknown black stone altar, I am afraid that everything was caused by the great demon Chabalaren.

"You're right."

Wei Xun nodded and speeded up: "There is no loss in sacrifices, let's go quickly."

They walked quickly and encountered several levels. More Tibetans were holding guns, which were considered to be very cautious. Wei Xun saw them searching Zhawang several times, but no one dared to approach Wei Xun, and they were all very respectful. One or two Tibetans saw the White Wolf King carrying him on his shoulders, and kowtowed directly, but were dragged away by the Tibetans holding guns.

No longer respect the sacred beasts of the snow mountain?

Wei Xun saw it in his eyes and remembered it in his heart. He was led all the way forward, but not straight, but various twists and turns. Wei Xun sensed a strong or faint demonic energy. They were obviously walking in the opposite direction of Selincuo at first, but now they are walking towards the lake. The heavy rain is getting heavier, but no one holds an umbrella to shelter from the rain. Some people even deliberately raise their faces and open their mouths to catch the rainfall from the sky.

After walking for a while, they finally arrived at their destination.

This is a seven-layer platform made up of huge black stones. The diameter of the bottom layer is nearly 100 meters. Each layer is about one and a half meters high. The higher it goes, the narrower it becomes, like a strange pyramid. It is obviously not filled with cement loess and other objects, but the altar is built very steadily.

What’s strange is that it’s ten steps away to look here, and it’s still a flat wasteland by the lake. You can only see this altar after getting closer. And when you walk near the altar, the heavy rain has become much lighter.

The altar had not been fully built yet, and someone drove a row of yaks carrying black stones. When Wei Xun and others came, they all bowed. Wei Xun remembered the direction of the sound of the eagle flute. The person who led him changed from Zhawang to a silver badge, and led Wei Xun to the back of the altar, a wide one-story building made of earth and stone to rest.

"Where is the offering?"

Seeing that he always looked at the White Wolf King, Wei Xun took the initiative. He looked up and saw a beast circle built with black stones next to the building, with the breath of various beasts inside. Even the heavy rain could not wash away the strong smell of blood.

"Put there?"

"this……"

The other party hesitated, but Wei Xun simply ignored him and walked directly to the beast circle. The person who led the passers-by tried to stop him but was scared by the White Wolf King and stared at him. He was so scared that his legs were weak that he sat in the mud and could not stand up.

Wei Xun walked into the beast circle and looked inside, and saw two white yaks, dozens of rock sheep, a small group of wolves, a few birds of prey with wings tied, like eagles, and dozens of people trapped in their hands and feet. What’s strange is that the beasts in the beast circle did not attack each other, but were lying on their own as if they were fed medicine.

When Wei Xun approached, except for the small group of wolves, the other wild beasts were panicked and retreated, not even dared to whistle. When they moved, they seemed even more numb and weak. Wei Xun looked over the crowd and saw three acquaintances, which were Qin Xinrong, Ji Hongcai and Feilezhi.

They were different from the Mu Ran people, and they were all careful to beware of the surroundings. When Wei Xun arrived at the beast circle, they looked up inadvertently, and then pretended to be numb and bowed their heads.

Qin Xinrong and Ji Hongcai had a good expression, but Wei Xun noticed a hint of anger in Feilezhi's eyes.

Angry? To him? No, to his dark green cloak - Feile thought he was Ding Yi?

It seems that the three of them were locked up in the beast circle and they have no relationship with Ding Yi.

Wei Xun left the beast circle as he saw it, and faced the Tibetans who rolled over the mud and finally chased him to the side of him, and sneered arrogantly: "These are also considered sacrifices? If you put the white wolf in, I'm afraid they will be scared to death."

“Yes, you’re right.”

The Tibetan nodded and tentatively said, "Or, you-"

"I want to see which priest came."

The majestic and low Tibetan verb sounded. Wei Xun looked back and saw more than a dozen people in sacrificial robes walking out of the building. When he heard Wei Xun say, "These are also considered sacrifices." The head's face remained unchanged, but the other priests showed more or less angry expressions.

But when they saw the White Wolf King carrying Wei Xun on his shoulders, the anger turned into shock and disbelief, and it looked really funny.

"Which priest is here? Of course I am here."
To be continued...