Ling Zhan stood on the high platform, with a formidable look on his face, fierce white clothes on his body, and an extremely sharp light shining in his eyes. He said loudly: "The ancient forbidden formation Wentian is about to open. Friends who don't want to be affected can leave on their own. I
Never stop it!"
One after another, some people began to leave the scene quickly.
Others, who had some friendship with Ling Zhan, but were greedy for life and fearful of death, had extremely troubled looks on their faces. They hesitated for a while, hesitated for a cup of tea, and then left.
In the end, the number of people left in the huge mourning hall dropped sharply from thousands to a few hundred.
The Ancient Forbidden Array Wentian begins to activate.
The eight people around the formation began to quickly form seals with their hands, and dazzling silver light began to emerge in circles with the coffin as the center.
Extremely complicated ancient formations began to be continuously outlined in the air, one after another, constantly intertwined, like countless thorns with thorns.
Among the remaining few hundred people, looking at the terrifying ancient forbidden formation, they also began to leave gradually.
In the end, there were no more than a hundred people left in the entire venue.
Half of them are from the Ling family and the Mu family.
Ling Zhan's eyes were fixed on the ancient formation, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and he shouted loudly: "It's almost time, bring the sacrifice!"
"Sacrifice? What sacrifice?" Mu Ranran in the audience looked at his father in great surprise, "Dad, what's going on with the sacrifice?"
Mu Yuanshan's expression was calm, and even the usual gentle and elegant smile on his face disappeared, and he said: "Any forbidden technique has to pay a price. The price of the ancient forbidden technique to ask the sky is a hundred years in the human world."
life."
Mu Ranran's pupils suddenly dilated, and he looked at his father in disbelief, and said: "How is this possible? In order to find out the whereabouts of cousin Luo, she sacrificed other people's lives? Even if cousin Luo is not dead, if she knew...
"
Mu Yuanshan narrowed his eyes, interrupted his favorite daughter's words in a deep voice, and said: "He was willing to sacrifice that sacrifice."
"Willingly? How is it possible? Who is it?" Mu Ranran's hands were trembling, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Mu Yuanshan said nothing, his eyes drifting to the path to the east.
Mu Ranran's eyes drifted over and he saw a dozen Ling family soldiers driving out a sedan with a young man sitting inside.
A breeze blew by, blowing the wooden gauze curtains on both sides of the sedan chair, revealing the young man's profile.
About thirteen years old.
A very beautiful young man.
Just one glance is enough to shock everyone.
The most beautiful man in Xijiu Kingdom, His Highness King Qi Chen Moxuan, was nothing in front of him.
Mu Ranran once thought that the most beautiful man he had ever seen was Luo Ge with his melancholy ice-blue eyes. Now in comparison, the young man in front of him even surpassed Luo Ge.
"Who is he?" Mu Ranran's heart was beating fast, and a trace of regret flashed in his eyes, "Why are you willing to die for cousin Luo?"
Mu Yuanshan's eyes dimmed and he said in a deep voice: "I heard from General Ling that it seems that he is a younger brother that Luo'er met in Jiulan Academy. His name is... what is his name?"
"Hmm..." Mu Yuanshan thought for a moment, frowned slightly, and said, "I just can't remember the boy's name."