Chapter 1811: How could it be him?

Li Chenyuan said: "Everyone, please put out all the tributes."
The fanatics took out all the tributes that had been carefully preserved before and stacked them in the center of the hall.
Li Chenyuan didn't say anything, and began to place various tributes on the golden table under the twenty-four dome.
The tributes at each table are different.
On the first golden table is a sleeping star beast, the second is a bead, and the third is ten bunches of various kinds. Different kinds of divine herbs, various poisonous weeds are placed on the fourth golden table, various animal tusks and animal skins are placed on the fifth golden table, and various creatures are placed on the sixth golden table. Organs are used as sacrifices, and various minerals and metals are placed on the seventh golden table...
Li Chenyuan placed them one by one.
Twenty-four different golden table cases with different tributes placed on them.
Lin Beichen looked at it for a while, and then he understood in his heart.
These twenty-four golden seats are indeed prepared for the twenty-four ancestors, and the tributes placed on each golden table are precisely aimed at the twenty-four bloodline cultivation way.
Soon, twenty-four golden tables were filled with various offerings.
Then, Li Chenyuan took out a small sword, cut his wrist, and poured blood into the golden jug.
Lin Beichen's eyes narrowed.
Li Chenyuan looked at the other mad believers and said, "Just fill all the drinking utensils with our blood."
Puff puff.
The sound of a series of sharp blades cutting through flesh.
Without the slightest hesitation, the mad believers took out their swords, cut their wrists, and poured their blood into the golden drinking utensils on different tables.
A faint smell of blood began to fill the air.
Lin Beichen glanced at Wu Shanglong.
The latter glared at him and said, "Don't look at me, I'm not from your group... I'm not worthy."
Lin Beichen: "..."
Oops, the dog thing is kind of vengeful.
Lin Beichen had a bad feeling in his heart.
In short, this kind of thing that involves self-bloodletting is a bit like a blood sacrifice. It feels like a secret evil ritual of some kind of cult, which is not a good thing.
"What are you doing standing still?"
Li Chenyuan looked at Lin Beichen.
Ah this...
Lin Beichen was a little confused.
Do you want to bleed too?
He was reluctant, but after all, the vest could not be taken off, so he took out his sword, pretended to be a new Gao Cailie, and slowly squeezed into the crowd.
Pooh.
The sound of something being cut.
Lin Beichen added 'blood' to various drinking utensils.
a red...
disguised...
industrial alcohol.
Bloodletting is impossible.
It is possible to add some ingredients.
Lin Beichen was very vigilant, and his intuition told him that at this time, he must take precautions.
Anyway, it was for the ancestors to drink.
A small amount of industrial alcohol should not poison the ancestors... Besides, they are just sacrifices, and they won't really come to drink, just pretend.
Fortunately, there are many people, and it is very confusing.
Everyone scrambled to 'donate blood'.
Lin Beichen was able to pass the test by cheating.
Soon, the twenty-four golden tables were filled with tributes, and the empty dishes and jugs were also full.
Lin Beichen looked at the second-level high platform.
The two high-level desks above were still empty.
Lin Beichen is addicted to donating blood and wants to go up and take precautions.
"what are you doing?"
Li Chenyuan grabbed him and said, "Okay, don't worry about the dishes and drinking utensils in those two positions."
"in spite of?"
Lin Beichen was stunned for a moment, and then he looked at the Emperor's Throne at the highest point, and said, "Then what about your Majesty, don't you need to visit the tribute?"
Li Chenyuan shook his head and said, "The tributes there are not these."
"what is that?"
Lin Beichen asked.
Li Chenyuan gave him a deep look, but did not speak.
Instead, he looked at Wu Shanglong and said, "Please restore the two screens in front of the shrine to their original state. The things in this hall must not be moved or changed at will."
Wu Shanglong smiled and said: "Okay."
He jumped onto the high platform, abolished the power of nine bulls and two tigers, and moved both Cangsheng Ping and Xinghe Ping to their original positions.
The majestic and mysterious brilliance reappeared.
Looking through the two screens, I saw the shadow of the 'Emperor' on the throne behind him. His figure was slightly crooked. He was still holding the armrest of the throne with his left hand and his chin with his right hand. Think deeply about common actions.
Everything has returned to its original state.
"That's not quite right."
Wu Shanglong returned to the bottom, looked at the crowd, withdrew his grinning expression, and said with unprecedented seriousness, "According to what the officers in charge of the Imperial Army have said, the Emperor's Temple should not be like this, His Majesty should be sitting on the golden throne. Above the throne, while dormant and recovering, the original saint betrayed, taking advantage of His Majesty's huge consumption of fighting with Chaos, which severely injured His Majesty, so His Majesty couldn't leave this Golden Throne at all, but now there is no one... Whether you believe me or not , but obviously something unexpected happened beyond our knowledge."
Li Chenyuan looked at him, his eyes still full of vigilance.
Lin Beichen asked, "What should we do next?"
Li Chenyuan said, "Wait."
"Wait for what?"
Lin Beichen asked curiously.
"I do not know either."
Li Chenyuan said: "I only know so much. After doing all this, I just need to wait in the hall."
After speaking, he returned to the center of the hall and knelt down quietly.
The other mad believers also came behind him and knelt down quietly.
The demeanor is pious and solemn.
But Lin Beichen knew that for a moment, Li Chenyuan, a young man in white, actually felt a little bit shaken in his heart. Otherwise, he would have asked others to kneel with him, not by himself, just like before. to kneel.
Lin Beichen thought for a while, pulled Wu Shanglong, came to Li Chenyuan's side, and knelt down.
The hall became quiet again.
time flies.
When the sunlight outside the hall gradually disappeared, the light in the hall became dark.
The golden color of the temple wall is getting brighter and brighter.
But it couldn't bring light to this hall.
In Lin Beichen's heart, a kind of unease gradually rose.
He vaguely felt that something was about to happen.
Quiet.
The hall was suddenly quiet and terrifying.
It seemed that he could hear his own heartbeat.
All the fanatics knelt silently.
Lin Beichen looked sideways at Li Chenyuan, and saw that his eyes were firm, but his hands were clenched tightly, as if he was cheering him on.
His heart was shaken.
At this moment, a burst of laughter suddenly came from the depths of the hall.
Lin Beichen instantly felt a creepy feeling.
It was as if Nie Xiaoqian's laughter came from the side of the resentful wilderness pool in the middle of the night in Lanruo Temple. This laughter was terrifying.
The other mad believers also trembled.
Then, a series of footsteps sounded.
coming.
someone is coming.
Lin Beichen's heart moved, and he raised his head to look at the source of laughter.
I saw a dozen figures in the depths of the hall, walking out in the dark. At first, I couldn't see their faces and figures clearly. I only felt that the dozen people were different in height and short, and some strange shapes. He looked very tall, talking about something, but there was only that kind of weird laughter in the ears of everyone.
Gradually, it got closer.
A strange power permeated the hall.
Lin Beichen only felt that a terrible pressure was growing invisibly and was imprisoned on him, making him feel as if he was carrying an ancient sacred mountain, and it was somewhat difficult to move.
At this time, he finally saw the face of the person who came.
The one who walked in the front was tall and burly, and looked...
"how is this possible?"
Seeing this person's appearance, Lin Beichen was shocked and almost exclaimed.
He never dreamed that he would meet this person in this place, on such an occasion.
Not right.
This is impossible.
He subconsciously held his breath and looked at the others.
Glancing over, he soon saw a few familiar faces in the crowd.
And the other fanatics were also excited.
A relieved smile appeared on Li Chenyuan's face, and the tightly clenched fist also slowly loosened.