Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman Chapter 1811: How could it be him?

Li Chenyuan said: "Everyone, put out all the tributes."

The fanatics took out all the tributes that had been carefully preserved before, and piled them in the center of the hall.

Not to mention Li Chenyuan, he began to place various tributes on the golden table under the twenty-four pillars.

The offerings for each table are different.

On the first golden table, there is a sleeping star beast, on the second table, a divine bead, and on the third golden table, ten Bunches of different types of divine herbs, the fourth golden table puts all kinds of poisonous weeds, the fifth golden table puts various animal teeth and animal skins, and the sixth golden table puts Various biological 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 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 exactly aimed at the cultivation of the twenty-four bloodlines.

Soon, the twenty-four golden tables were filled with various sacrifices.

Then, Li Chenyuan took out a small sword, cut his own wrist, and poured blood into the golden jug and wine utensils.

Lin Beichen's eyes froze.

Looking at the other fanatics, Li Chenyuan said, "Use our blood to fill all the wine utensils."

Puff puff puff.

A series of sounds of sharp knives cutting through flesh and blood.

Without the slightest hesitation, the fanatics took out their swords, cut their wrists, and poured their blood into the golden wine utensils on different tables.

A faint smell of blood began to fill the air.

Lin Beichen glanced at Wu Shanglong.

The latter glared and said, "Don't look at me, I'm not from your group...I'm not worthy."

Lin Beichen: "..."

Oh, the dog is quite vengeful.

Lin Beichen had a bad feeling in his heart.

In short, this kind of thing involving self-bleeding is a bit like a blood sacrifice. It feels to him like a secret evil ritual of some kind of cult, which is not a good thing.

"What are you doing?"

Li Chenyuan looked at Lin Beichen.

Ah, this...

Lin Beichen was a little confused.

Does brother also want to let blood?

He was reluctant, but after all, the vest could not be dropped, so he took out his sword, pretended to be Xin Gao Cailie, and slowly squeezed into the crowd

Puff.

The sound of something being cut.

Lin Beichen added 'blood' to various wine utensils.

A kind of red...

Camouflaged...

denatured alcohol.

Bleeding 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 to death... Besides, it's just a sacrifice, and they won't really drink it, just pretending to be fine.

Fortunately, there were so many people, it was very chaotic.

Everyone is scrambling to 'donate blood'.

Lin Beichen was able to pass the test by pretending to be a fool.

Soon, the twenty-four golden tables were filled with tributes, and the bowls, dishes and jugs that were originally empty were also filled to the brim.

Lin Beichen looked at the second-level high platform.

The desks of the two high-level positions above are still empty.

Lin Beichen is addicted to "donating blood", and wants to go up and defend himself.

"What are you doing?"

Li Chenyuan grabbed him and said: "Okay, don't worry about the dishes and wine utensils in those two positions."

"Don't care?"

Lin Beichen was startled for a moment, then looked at the highest seat of the emperor's throne, and said, "Then what about His Majesty, don't you need to visit the tribute?"

Li Chenyuan shook his head and said, "The tributes there are not these."

"What's that?"

Lin Beichen asked.

Li Chenyuan took a deep look at him, but did not speak.

Looking at Wu Shanglong instead, he said: "Please restore the two screens in front of the **** seat to their original state. The things in this hall must not be moved and changed at will."

Wu Shanglong smiled and said: "Okay."

He dodged onto the high platform, and with all his might, he moved both the Cangsheng screen and the Xinghe screen to their original positions.

The majestic and mysterious brilliance reappeared.

Looking across two screens, I saw the shadow of the 'Emperor' on the throne behind him. Actions as if deep in thought.

Everything is back to how it was before.

"That's not right."

Wu Shanglong returned to the bottom, looked at the crowd, withdrew his grinning expression, became more serious than ever, and said: "According to what the people in charge of the Forbidden Army said, the Emperor's Temple should definitely not be like this. Your Majesty should Sitting on the golden throne, dormant and recuperating, the original saint betrayed and took advantage of the huge consumption of His Majesty's battle with Chaos, which severely injured His Majesty, so His Majesty could not leave this Golden God's Throne at all, but now there is no one... No matter what you think Don't believe me, but apparently, 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."

"Waiting for what?"

Lin Beichen asked curiously.

"I don't know either."

Li Chenyuan said: "I only know so much. After finishing 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 fanatics also came behind him and knelt down quietly.

The demeanor is reverent and solemn.

But Lin Beichen knew that for a moment, the heart of Li Chenyuan, the young man in white, was actually shaken a little bit, otherwise, he would be the same as before, asking others to kneel with him. Don't kneel down alone.

Lin Beichen thought for a while, pulled Wu Shanglong, came to Li Chenyuan's side, and knelt down.

The hall fell silent again.

Time passes.

When the sunlight outside the hall gradually disappeared, the light in the hall became dark.

The golden color of the palace wall became brighter and brighter.

But it can't bring light to this hall.

In Lin Beichen's heart, a kind of uneasiness gradually rose.

He vaguely felt that something was about to happen.

Quiet.

The hall was suddenly eerily quiet.

It seems that I can hear my 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 tightly clenched into fists, as if to cheer himself up.

His heart was shaken.

At this time, a burst of laughter suddenly came from the depths of the hall.

Lin Beichen felt a creepy feeling instantly.

It's as if Nie Xiaoqian's laughter came from the resentful wilderness pool in the middle of the night in Lanruo Temple. This laughter makes people panic.

The other fanatics also trembled.

Then, a series of footsteps sounded.

Here we come.

Someone is coming.

Lin Beichen's heart moved, and he looked up at the source of the laughter.

In the depths of the main hall, there were a dozen or so figures walking out in the dark. At first, they couldn't see their faces and figures clearly, but they felt that the dozen or so people were of different heights and somewhat strange shapes. Talking and joking, with a high-level appearance, talking about something, but only that weird laughter reached everyone's ears.

Gradually, approached.

A strange force pervaded the hall.

Lin Beichen only felt a terrible pressure growing invisible and imprisoned him, making it difficult for him to move as if he was carrying an ancient sacred mountain.

At this time, he finally saw the face of the person coming.

The person walking in the front is tall and burly, and looks...

"How is that 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 and on such an occasion.

Not true.

This is impossible.

He subconsciously held his breath and looked towards the others.

Looking over, he quickly saw several familiar faces in the crowd.

The other fanatics also became excited.

There was a relieved smile on Li Chenyuan's face, and his tightly clenched fists were slowly loosened.