"Here it is..."
Looking at the sacrificial altar before them, Shirley Yang was somewhat bewildered.
"As long as we offer sacrifices, those black snakes will be taken away."
"Yes, as long as we sacrifice piously, the monsters in the ghost eye will surely return to the ghost eye!"
"Ninety-nine people have already been sacrificed, only one more is needed, and the monster will fulfill its promise to us."
From below the altar, bursts of noisy voices could be heard.
Shirley Yang felt an inexplicable lack of confidence.
She turned her head abruptly, and in the next moment, she found that everyone below was a villager shouting for sacrifice.
And she herself was bound tightly to a stone pillar.
Beneath the stone pillar, there were inscriptions in ghost eye script formed with blood, charms she couldn't understand.
Even so, Shirley Yang could vaguely sense an aura of malevolence.
Not far from her stood four high priests, each holding a red bead in their hand.
They looked extremely sinister.
At the very top of the altar was the most bizarre sight: a giant eyeball was being worshipped.
"Great Serpent God, this is the hundredth person we have prepared for you. We will sacrifice her to you, please accept her."
An old man said, his face filled with piety and fear.
From their voices, Shirley Yang could tell that this old man was from the Prophet clan!
Legend had it that the Prophet clan found this ghost eye and inadvertently opened its gate, from which countless black snakes emerged.
Now, to stop the black snakes and close the ghost eye, they had begun sacrifices, and she was the last one.
As soon as Shirley Yang understood, she began to struggle desperately.
She didn't know why she was here, but Shirley Yang knew she absolutely could not be sacrificed!
"Rumble..."
As Shirley Yang was trying to find a way, suddenly, from behind the altar, in a huge cavity, a pair of eyes like ghosts suddenly opened.
The eye of a massive serpent, nearly thirty meters long, appeared.
Immediately after, the giant snake widened its eyes, and its forked tongue slithered towards the altar.
Dark clouds gathered in the sky, and Shirley Yang could only watch helplessly as the giant snake coiled towards her.
Just as the forked tongue was about to touch the altar, the dark clouds in the sky shifted, and in an instant, the sky turned black. Then, a pure white figure appeared out of thin air.
"Evil creature."
Only then was a clear, cold voice heard. In the next moment, countless strange incantations were chanted by her.
The giant serpent, which had just extended its forked tongue, began to retreat frantically.
"Look quickly, it's the Immortal!"
"The Immortal has come to save us!"
Below the altar, seeing the figure arrive, countless people immediately began to prostrate themselves. They didn't know who they were worshipping, but in their hearts, whoever could save them was a divine being.
It's an Immortal!
"Hmph, ignorant."
The woman emitted a cold voice, then with a wave of her hand, the ghost eye was directly sealed.
Shirley Yang looked up at the sky but could not discern the person's appearance.
"The Serpent God is only temporarily sealed. A prophet will emerge from your clan, and with his blood, the ghost eye can be completely sealed."
The voice came from all directions. After the voice faded, the figure disappeared. Simultaneously, a voice reached Shirley Yang's ears.
"The blood of the prophet is the key to sealing the Serpent God."
As the words fell, Shirley Yang felt her head spin, and she was completely dazed.
The scene before her also became hazy.
However, Shirley Yang did understand one thing.
Later, a prophet clearly used his blood to seal it, but in the end, the entire clan was cursed by the Serpent God.
And her blood seemed to be able to seal the Serpent God again.
Shirley Yang thought, and she forced herself to wake up quickly.
Outside.
Zhang Tian and the other two were fiercely battling the Queen of Jingjue.
The surrounding space was filled with the fluctuations of magic.
The Queen's strength was indeed formidable, and she didn't seem to have used her strongest moves yet.
"No, we can't keep this up."
Zhang Tian saw his true qi constantly draining, while the Queen's scepter seemed to be intangible. He knew that if this dragged on, he would be the one at a disadvantage.
Moreover, the time the ancestor's spirit possessed him was running out.
"You're awake."
Just then, on the ground not far away, Shirley Yang's eyes slowly opened.
She looked at Hu Bayi with a hazy gaze.
Almost the next moment, she struggled to stand up.
Her expression was somewhat anxious, the first time she had shown such haste.
"Quick, my blood can seal the Serpent God!"
Shirley Yang said excitedly.
Amidst Hu Bayi's confused gaze, she took out a knife and made a bloody cut on her hand, then smeared the blood onto a piece of cloth.
"Brother Hu, please."
Shirley Yang said earnestly.
Hu Bayi reacted instantly, took the cloth with a wave of his hand, and without delay, used his qinggong to rush towards the cliff.
"Boss, we have a chance!"
Hu Bayi shouted, picking up his speed to the maximum.
Zhang Tian brought down his hammer and opened his hand simultaneously, running towards Hu Bayi.
"You wish!"
The Queen of Jingjue clearly knew the effect of the blood. Under her black robe, her slender white legs stomped fiercely, causing the space to ripple. Cracks appeared on the ground, and countless black lightning arcs separated Zhang Qilin and the Princess of Loulan.
Immediately after, a black lightning bolt struck towards Zhang Tian.
"This is the Black Serpent God Lightning."
Shirley Yang watched the Queen stomp, emitting lightning arcs, and murmured.
This term seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, suddenly present in her mind.
"Brother Zhang, be careful."
Shirley Yang shouted, but the black lightning had already reached him.
At the critical moment, a tearing sound came from Zhang Tian's ear. Black threads appeared, dense and numerous.
Countless strands of hair seemed to wrap around Zhang Tian's body like a bun.
The next moment, the lightning arc struck the black hair, and the hair scattered. On the steps not far away, the Princess let out a sigh of relief.
"Yaoyao, you're amazing!"
Fatty clapped his hands from the side.
"Yaoyao???"
Zhang Tian and Hu Bayi were both stunned. Good heavens, not only was it mushy, but it was also disgusting!
However, it was fortunate that Princess Yaochi had woken up in time, otherwise Zhang Tian would have been seriously injured.
"Boss."
Hu Bayi urgently handed over the cloth stained with Shirley Yang's blood. Zhang Tian took it and quickly looked at the Queen of Jingjue.
"The critical moment has arrived."
Zhang Tian's gaze was extremely serious.
Zhang Qilin also took off his jacket.
In the next moment, his well-defined muscles appeared. He was a bit thin but not without muscle; rather, his lines were extremely distinct.
His eight-pack abs were faintly visible in the darkness, and behind him, a Qilin was vividly depicted.
The Qilin crossed his back and extended to his pectorals.
He looked like a Qilin general.
"Wow, this physique, Fatty is in love."
Upon seeing this, Fatty licked his lips.
"Yaoyao, do you like it?"
"No, I think your physique is pretty good."
Princess Yaochi touched Fatty's small belly, revealing a smile like a doting aunt.
Zhang Tian frowned even deeper. How did this fatty's nickname change after a nap? And what was Yaoyao?
At this moment, as the Qilin tattoo was revealed and Xiao Ge's muscular lines appeared,
The silent courtroom fell into an eerie silence, with only the sound of some people's heartbeats.
Muscles, nobody disliked them. Men liked big ones, women liked small ones, and someone like Zhang Qilin, over 1.8 meters tall, with this physique...
Even Chen Xi was almost losing control.
"Second Brother, you've made it big, you can charm countless young girls now."
On the side of the courtroom, Fatty chuckled.
Zhang Qilin's expression was impassive, but being the focus of so many gazes made him somewhat uncomfortable.