Finally, after a full day, the blood in the heart was sucked dry and completely shriveled.

The blood groove of the goat's horn relief has also been completely filled, with strange and obscure blood lines showing around it.

A majestic and terrifying aura emanates from the sheep head relief.

The pupils are shrunk in the ink painting.

Everyone else also noticed this strange aura, and felt a little uneasy in a daze.

Mr. Wu immediately knelt on the ground, kowtowed six times, and said with piety and fear:

"Lord God, I'm here with sacrifices. I beg the Lord to open the door to life sacrifices!"

After Mr. Wu finished speaking, he prostrated himself and knelt on the ground.

After a while, a dull voice sounded, as if it was some existence in the dark, responding to Mr. Wu's plea.

Above the gate, in the eyes of the ram-horn relief, a simple golden light flashes.

Then, the relief opened its mouth and released the two locked doors.

The door slowly opened.

What caught the eye was a vast sea of ​​blood, which was thicker and thicker than the remaining blood outside. It was boundless as far as the eye could see.

This is a huge pool of blood with no edges visible.

In the center of the blood pool, there are several demon statues standing. In the middle of the statues, there is an altar. On top of the altar, there is a pair of ferocious ram's horns.

In front of the ram's horns, there were sacrifices of flesh and blood, surrounded by white bones.

This is the place where evil gods are worshiped in the Dragon King Temple in Yanshui River. This is what Mo Hua thinks about day and night...

The altar of the Lord of the Wilderness!

Mo Hua even breathed a little more lightly, for fear that if he breathed heavily, the altar would run away...
Chapter completed!