Comprehensive martial arts: Inherit the weak chicken sword god at the beginning

Chapter 192 Chi You Festival Crisis

Two days later.

At this time, just as night fell, the setting sun in the sky swayed the last ray of brilliance.

Beside the huge bonfire, there are countless Miaojiang people wearing head decorations and colorful clothes.

They looked solemn, looking seriously at a stone altar not far away.

Facing the Chiyou Festival which occurs every five years, these Miao people can be said to have taken it extremely seriously.

At this time, the Poison King walked to the center of the altar step by step with a bone stick in his hand.

He glanced at the people below, and then shouted in a deep voice:

"My family's Chi You Festival begins now!"

As soon as the voice fell, there was a burst of appalling cheers on the field.

"Oh!"

"Oh!!"

"Oh!!!"

Immediately afterwards, a group of people wearing hideous ghost masks and mysterious purple patterns painted on their bodies came.

These people danced strangely and full of Miaojiang flavor, and went up to the altar step by step.

Beside them, there are many men in black with musical instruments, some playing drums, some ringing bells, and some playing unknown musical instruments.

Under the joint action of everyone, a strange and mysterious ancient movement is formed.

On the altar, the Poison King stood in the middle, chanting some unknown language loudly.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"

As the sound spread, everyone in the audience was completely excited.

They cheered loudly and put their hands on their foreheads, which seemed to be some kind of strange ceremony.

Han Fei in the crowd looked at the interesting scene in front of him very curiously.

In his impression, it seems that not only the ancients would hold this kind of ceremony.

In modern times, the same exists.

Some Miao people will hold various sacrificial activities on certain special days.

For example, the activities of worshiping the gods, the activities of offering sacrifices to ancestors, and even the days of Miao Nian.

Influenced by Chu Wu culture, the Miao people respect nature, believe in animism, and attach great importance to various sacrifices.

From ancient times to the present, the Miao people are a group of kind, simple and full of ethnic flavor.

At this time, the Poison King finished reading the sacrificial words.

He took a torch from someone else and directly lit a large stone cauldron on the sacrificial altar.

Suddenly, green fire spewed out, and the fire light illuminated all the surrounding places.

At the same time, the atmosphere is completely at its peak.

Countless Miao people cheered wildly, and began to sing and dance around the bonfire.

And Han Fei was also grabbed by the left and right two hands, and was forced to follow them and jumped up.

"woooooooo~"

"Fire fire fire~"

"woooooooo~"

"Fire fire fire~"

The sacrificial ceremony continued enthusiastically, all the Miao people were smiling, and the cheerful atmosphere was beyond words.

Seeing this scene, Han Fei smiled. Although he laughed every day, this time he laughed the happiest...

This jump took nearly an hour.

Should I say it or not, these Miao people's physical strength is really good, and they don't take a rest for a while.

Afterwards, the crowd sat around the bonfire.

Some people brought all the wooden baskets that had been prepared to the campfire.

There are all kinds of fresh melons and fruits, meat specially made by the Miao people, and brewed spirits.

People eat and drink, so happy.

At this time, a young man suddenly fell to the ground.

The person next to him laughed and said, "Haha, I usually brag about how good I am at drinking, why did I just lose consciousness today?"

As soon as the words fell, he also collapsed to the ground.

"what happened?"

Seeing this scene, everyone also noticed something was wrong.

Suddenly, a thick white mist floated over, covering everyone present.

In the white mist, countless people's limbs were weak, their hands and feet were weak, and their whole people began to feel drowsy.

Afterwards, they fell one by one, with the sound of falling one after another.

"what happened?!"

"I-I can't move."

"Me too."

"There...someone poisoned him!"

Everyone was surprised and uncertain, and their hearts were uneasy.

No one could have imagined that a good sacrificial ceremony would turn out like this.

Only Han Fei was holding a jug of spirits, looking at the surrounding scene in a daze.

"Hahahaha!"

The harsh and maniacal laughter attracted the attention of everyone present.

Everyone looked up, and the person who laughed turned out to be the Poison King on the sacrificial altar.

"Master Poison King, this...you did this?" A middle-aged man with considerable prestige asked.

"Yes, it's me."

The Poison King gave him an affirmative answer.

Hearing his answer, all the Miao people were puzzled:

"why?"

"Yes, why?"

"Master Poison King!"

"Poison King..."

In this ten thousand poison cave, the poison king can be said to be supreme, no one can compare with his status.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that he is the god here.

Under such circumstances, no one understood why he did such a thing.

"why?"

The Poison King on the stage sneered: "Because you all know that the Poison King, the Poison King, the Poison King, didn't take me, the Witch King, seriously at all!"

When the words came out, everyone was shocked.

It turned out that the person on stage was not the Poison King, but his elder brother, the Witch King.

But it's no wonder that the two are originally brothers of the same father and mother, so it's normal that they can't tell each other apart.

But, since this is the Witch King, where did the real Poison King go?
With this question in mind, someone shouted:
"Witch King! Where is the Poison King? What did you do to him?!"

"At this point, you still think about the Poison King, okay, okay."

While applauding, the Witch King stared at the audience with disdainful eyes.

His words completely angered all the Miao people.

"Witch King, you traitor!"

"Follow the next offense, you are so courageous!"

"Hand over the poison king quickly, or we won't let you go!"

Seeing this, the Witch King sneered, then picked up a bone flute and played it.

The sharp sound spread around, and the Miao people lying on the ground began to twitch.

Their faces were ferocious, their veins were bulging, their mouths were foaming, and their eyes were staring as if they were about to fall out.

The bone-piercing pain spread all over his body, as if the flesh on his body was scraped off piece by piece.

"what!"

"Help!"

"don't want!!!"

All of a sudden, there were screams one after another.

After a while, the flute stopped.

Looking at the panting crowd in front of him, the Witch King nodded in satisfaction.

He said: "During your meal just now, I have cast the Heart-biting Soul-chasing Gu."

"This is a thousand-year-old Gu worm that I got by chance. Once it explodes, it will be devoured by thousands of worms, and the weak water will kill the soul. Even death can only be a luxury."

"By the way, this kind of Gu worms can't even get rid of the Hunyuan Realm completely. Your Poison King is planted on this."

As soon as the voice fell, another wave of curses arose.

"Witch King! You must die!"

"If you commit the following crimes, you will be punished!"

"Murting your compatriots, you are not worthy of being a member of Miaojiang!"

"Witch King, I love you..."

Facing everyone's abuse, the expression on the Witch King's face completely darkened.

"Okay! I just want to ask you one thing, to surrender or not to surrender?"

"After surrendering, respect me as king, and I promise to give you the antidote after five years."

"If you don't surrender, then in pain and despair, you can't live, you can't die!"

His voice was very cold, and he didn't seem to be looking at his own race at all.

"Bah! It's up to you?!"

"That's right, that's right, this kind of person is not worthy of being a king!"

"If you want to be king, I will be the first to disagree!"

"That's right, I don't agree either!"

"disagree……"

(End of this chapter)