A flash of fear flashed across Xun'er's face, but he could only watch helplessly as the Ling family members drove him to the center of the ancient forbidden formation Wentian.
The altar where the sacrifices are placed is on the land in front of the huge coffin.
Xun'er was tied into the shape of a cross.
"I am really Ling Luo's apprentice! I lied to you that I was a puppy!" She shouted anxiously.
However, just like the story of the boy who cried wolf, she lied once, lied twice, and by the third or fourth time, no one really believed her anymore.
"Luo'er is not dead! She went to Dongchen Kingdom with my master and became the high priest, and now she is back!"
Xun'er's face was as pale as earth. He was tied to the altar and could only roar as hard as he could.
"Is Luo'er dead? Just open the ancient forbidden formation and ask the sky, ask Chu Ye and Ling Ying, God of War, and you will know everything!" Ling Zhan made up his mind, and under his two long eyebrows, there was a pair of extremely cold eyes.
eye.
That's right, just turn on Wentian.
All problems can be solved easily.
Ling Zhan turned his head, looked at Jie, and said, "You, go to the altar."
Ling Zhan didn't like the man who claimed to be Luo'er's younger brother at all.
Jie's purple eyes narrowed slightly, and he glanced back and forth at Ling Zhan and Xun'er for a while, then stepped towards the altar.
The Ancient Forbidden Formation Questioning the Heaven has begun.
Zed walked to the altar and sat expressionless, with no trace of fear in his eyes.
As long as I can find out the whereabouts of my sister, let alone a hundred years of life, what's the harm in sacrificing his life?
The average life span of people in the Strange World is more than five hundred years. It really doesn't matter if it's even less than a hundred years.
The dazzling silver light condensed and gradually formed a huge pattern in the mid-air.
The lines extracted from the texture are about to form a perfect circle.
The corners of Jie's lips raised slightly, forming a faint smile.
Coming.
*.*.*.*.*.*
Within the treasure tower of Yuling Pavilion.
Ling Luo looked out the window frequently, her beautiful eyes bright, and said: "Yu, it's almost time."
Xuanyuan Yu nodded and said: "According to the plan, Xun'er should have almost handled the matter by now."
"Then let's go."
Ling Luo stood up and walked out of Zhenlou's room door.
However, as soon as I stepped into the courtyard, I heard an eagle roar.
"Black Feather?" Ling Luo raised her head in surprise and saw the huge black eagle flying towards her.
Xuanyuan Yu was very surprised, watching Hei Yu gradually shrink from a body that was two feet long and wide, and then fell on his shoulders.
"Why are you back? Where is Xun'er?"
Heiyu retracted his black wings, a look of displeasure flashed in his golden eyes, and his voice sounded milky: "Xun'er, that little brat, she messed up everything herself, and she even said bad things about you, Master, behind your back.
It’s really abominable!”
"What? Smashed?" The veins on Ling Luo's forehead throbbed violently, and a bad premonition flashed through his heart.
"Yes! A very handsome young man jumped out and exposed Xun'er's identity." Heiyu snorted coldly, his voice full of disdain, "That dead girl is really stupid, she will probably be thrown into the trap now."
Go up to the altar and make a sacrifice!"
"Sacrifice? What sacrifice?!" Ling Luo's face suddenly turned pale, her eyes turned cold, and her heart almost stopped.