At this moment, something big was happening in the Black Feather Tribe. On a blood-red altar, countless demon cultivators and monsters were kneeling on the ground, as if praying for something devoutly.

An old man who looked like a priest kept singing spells, constantly exhaling a series of demonic energy, and sank into the altar.

"bloodletting!"

He shouted softly, and then all the people from the Black Feather Tribe cut their wrists, causing large swaths of blood to flow out and fall on the bloody altar.

The monsters were no exception. Their bodies were cut into bloody mouths and roared in a row.

Suddenly, blood flowed into a river. At first glance, all the blood lines continued to flow towards the center of the altar, where there was a hexagram pattern. As blood continued to pour, the hexagram continued to illuminate a dazzling and weird red light.

"My totem monster of my Black Feather Tribe, wake up quickly and rescue your most loyal people from the heat of water. The Black Feather Tribe will remember your great glory forever..."

The priest shouted incredibly tragic and desolate voices. He lifted up his animal skin robe and knelt on the altar with great devotion. A scimitar appeared in his hand. He cut the scimitar into his chest without hesitation.

Puff puff puff...

Immediately, large pieces of blood surged out, and the priest seemed to be unable to feel the pain. His eyes were furious and respectful to stare at the bloody hexagram pattern on the altar, gradually lowering his head to the ground, making a muffled sound.

Buzzing!

At this moment, blood-colored lines lit up on the altar, all of which were watered by the blood of everyone and the monsters, spreading constantly, exuding strangeness, madness and killing, as if some mysterious ritual was about to begin.

After a while, all the blood-colored patterns were connected with the hexagram pattern. Suddenly, dull loud noises came from the bottom of the altar, and accompanied by a storm of blood rushing to the sky.

roar!

Everyone seemed to feel a bloodthirsty evil spirit that was extremely fierce, and suddenly bloomed from all directions of the altar. People and monsters from the Black Feather Tribe flew out one after another, and the entire altar seemed to turn into a stone tablet stained with blood.

Among the blood and energy that soared into the sky, there seemed to be a giant beast with multiple hideous heads roaring, its voice becoming clearer and clearer, and the outline of the giant beast became more and more hideous.

Bang!

It seemed to have taken steps, which was extremely heavy, causing half of the Black Feather Tribe to tremble. The next moment, the first hideous head emerged from the blood and energy. It was a hideous evil dog.

The evil dog's head is too huge, with five feet of feet, his eyes are blood-red and weird, full of endless madness and killing. There are countless scars on its face, as if it has been in the midst of killing since its birth.

Its fangs are hundreds of, extremely sharp and radiates cold light.

Bang!

Another step was taken, and three evil dog heads that were exactly the same as the first one emerged from their blood and roared to the sky, shaking wildly, and suddenly shaking the void. All the demon cultivators and monsters of the Black Feather Tribe were crawling on the ground in horror and devoutness, not daring to look up.

Bang bang bang bang...

This is the totem monster that their Black Feather Tribe has worshipped for thousands of years. According to classics, it is a descendant of an extremely powerful monster in ancient times, called the Hell Nine Dog. It is extremely ferocious and cruel. Once it is born, it will not fade without drinking enough blood and causing huge killings.

The Black Feather Tribe is now facing a crisis of life and death, otherwise they would never dare to release this monster. Otherwise, if the descendants of this Hell Nine-headed Dog go crazy, all of them and the monster will die.

As the earth continued to shake, about a stick of incense passed, the entire Hell Nine-headed Dog's body completely walked out of the blood and energy that was squirting out of the altar and appeared in front of everyone.

The body is more than eighty feet tall, and the neck is seven or eight feet tall, and the eyes of nine hideous heads reveal a crazy and bloodthirsty light. Its extremely strong body is kneaded and powerful, and its sharp claws are comparable to the sharpest magic weapon scimitar, which directly grabbed a series of gullies on the ground.

Its aura is so terrible that it has definitely reached the level of the sixth level. Once such a fierce monster goes crazy, even a large tribe will have a mess. It is impossible for the demon cultivator of the same realm to suppress it.

This kind of monster is too fierce and its combat power is too terrifying. They are fighting and slaughtering with a sound. They are definitely not something that ordinary level six can deal with. Only the seventh-level strongman can suppress it.

"Little Reptiles, why did you wake me up? If you can't give a reasonable explanation, all of them will be sacrifices for me!"

A huge thunderous sound came directly into everyone's ears. The nine Hell Nine-headed Dogs stared at the people and monsters of the Black Feather Tribe with extremely ferocious faces, with fierce eyes showing a fierce light, as if the next moment it was about to cause a bloody storm here.

The priest didn't care about dealing with the terrible injuries on his chest and shouted sadly: "Master Totem Magic Beast, please save the tribe members of my Heiyu Tribe. There was an extremely cruel demon cultivator who slaughtered all the thousands of people in my tribe, and would even come here soon. He is too powerful, and our chiefs were killed in one move!"

"Please take action, suppress it, destroy all the tribes they are in. You can enjoy the feast of blood. If it is not enough, we can also prepare enough chees for you to ensure that you are satisfied."

Hearing this, the Hell Nine-headed Dog roared to the sky, and the sky and the earth suddenly changed. The endless blood light stormed in all directions. The terrifying and violent murderous intent immediately made the demon cultivators of the Black Feather Tribe fall into an ice cellar, and their souls trembled.

Their blood was boiling, their bodies couldn't help but tremble, and the unprecedented fear of the Hell Hydra continued to spread in their hearts.

"Okay, if the enemy you mentioned cannot satisfy me, then you will all become my offerings. After so many years, I have not seen you make any achievements. Why not change to another tribe and re-cultivate it."

The Hell's Nine-headed Dog roared lowly, and its ferocious fangs opened and closed, like a metallic attack, which instantly scared the people of the Black Feather Tribe to pale their faces.

The reason why the Black Feather Tribe can grow and grow is that this Hell Hydra is hidden in a secret realm helps them and has survived disasters again and again. However, their potential is limited, and it has only been a thousand years since they have developed into a medium-sized tribe. The Hell Hydra is very dissatisfied with them.

And almost every year, this Hell Hydra has to eat a lot of sacrifices, either people, or monsters, and the number is huge. The Black Feather Tribe has put a lot of effort into making the other party satisfied.

Time passed by bit by bit, and the Hell Nine Dog lay on the ground, with nine heads looking up at the sky, blinking their eyes, and blood kept dripping. The killing bloody aura that emanated from the soul and bones was pressing down on everyone to suffocate.

"They are here, there are too few people, they are all a group of ants. Is it these garbage that killing the people of your tribe? Humph, you are so useless, and you are so disappointed... Huh?"

Suddenly, the Hell Hydra suddenly stood up from the ground, and his nine heads stared into the distance, as if he felt a very faint breath approaching. It roared angrily, feeling that the Black Feather Tribe was deceiving it.

However, soon, it felt something was wrong, and three of the approaching breaths caught its attention.

The breath that rushed in front gave it a urge to swallow it greedily, as if it smelled the most delicious blood in the world, causing saliva to drip from its nine hideous mouths.

The other two auras were much weaker than the first one, but they faintly made their hair stand upside down, as if they had encountered an unprecedented crisis, and were terrified from the bottom of their hearts.
Chapter completed!