"Sacrifice to heaven? What sacrifice to heaven?" The young man frowned, puzzled.
The poison doctor guard said: "The prince should know about the abyss tribulation, right? And now, all the masters and masters of secrets have found a solution."
"Solution?" The young man had a bad premonition in his heart and subconsciously clenched his hands under his sleeves.
The Poison Doctor Guard explained: "If you find someone who has an evil bone in his body and has a soul-eating nail inserted into his spine, then he can use it as a sacrifice to heaven to offset the abyssal calamity."
An elder came out with a smile on his face: "Ms. Xuannv has already told us that you have soul-eating nails in your body. It would be best to use you to sacrifice to the heavens."
The poison doctor guard said: "Prince, when you inserted the soul-eating nail, the abyssal catastrophe was already triggered. It can be said that all of this is your responsibility."
The young man stood on the altar, his face was frighteningly pale, and his whole body was in a very wrong state. He had lost his usual sunny look and was exuding a sinister aura.
The guard looked at the young man and his heart was pounding. When Mo Bingshu was eight years old, the guard and Lady Xuannu went to Guihua Village and met this young man.
At that time, the boy was imprisoned in the puddle and had a sinister look in his eyes, exactly the same as now.
"Did my sister ask me to offer sacrifices to heaven?" the young man asked in a dull, numb voice.
The elder smiled and said: "Yes, all of this is what Lady Xuannv means."
The elders, the master, and the poisonous doctor who brought him to the altar all thought that the young man listened to Xuannv's words the most, and as long as he said it was Xuannv's wish, the other party would obey.
He loves his sister so deeply.
The Poison Doctor watched the former boy grow into a young man, and also witnessed his emotions.
Every time he looked at Xuannv, it was definitely not the love between siblings, let alone the love between men and women, but an extreme pathology!
A few years ago, Xuannv had reached the age of marriage, but she had been taking care of Mo Bingshu, who had just arrived in Kyoto, and had no plans to discuss marriage.
When Mo Bingshu could speak and had a good attitude, she was ready to get married, but she found that the young man often made trouble in secret and scared away several people.
"What do you mean, sister?" the boy asked, "Where is sister? I want her to tell me with her own eyes."
"Ms. Xuannv doesn't want to see her farewell and won't come to the altar," the elder said.
The young man lowered his head and looked at the tips of his shoes indifferently.
Doesn’t my sister even want to see him for the last time?
at the same time.
The luxurious and magnificent palace is somewhat deserted with the cool breeze.
Mo Xuan tightened his sleeves with both hands, his handsome eyebrows slightly frowned, his eyes filled with worry, and he paced back and forth in front of the screen.
Suddenly, a layer of terrifying restrictive seals appeared around the palace, and several middle-aged masters stepped in.
"Ms. Xuannv."
Although several people were saluting, there was no respect in their words.
"If you don't discuss the matter of the Heavenly Tribulation, all the masters, how can you come to Xuannv Palace in your spare time?"
Mo Xuan suppressed the anxiety and turbulent waves in his heart, and his face remained calm, calm and elegant.
"Master Xuannv, the preparations for the heaven-sacrifice ceremony are complete. The Seventh Prince has already gone to the altar. It's time for Master Xuannu to preside over the ceremony." The slightly older grandmaster said coldly.
Mo Xuan's fingertips trembled slightly, his eyes flashed, he tugged on his lips, and took a few steps back. His hands subconsciously held the screen, causing it to fall to the ground. The banging sound stimulated Mo Xuan's soul.
She swallowed her saliva, her little face turned pale with fright: "Grandmaster, what do you mean? Why is Mo'er at the altar? He is the noble prince of Bahuang!" The Grandmaster said expressionlessly: "Qi Jue Du"
The doctor has explained everything clearly, and the seventh prince is the most suitable candidate to offer sacrifices to heaven. Madam Xuannu, I know very well that you are brothers and sisters, and you are kind-hearted and cannot do anything to kill your relatives out of justice, so I
Behead him first and then tell him to tell the poison doctor to take the prince to the altar."
"No -" Mo Xuan backed away repeatedly: "Grand Master, Mo'er is still so young. He has suffered a lot since he was a child. He is a poor child. He has only enjoyed a few years of blessings, but he wants to sacrifice to heaven? If I had known what would happen today, when I
There is no way he will be taken back to Kyoto. Grand Master, after his father died, the court
You are the one who takes care of all political matters. You are the master who has taught me since I was a child. I have always listened to your words, but this time, I will never preside over the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven. If someone must die, then
Let me go." "Xuan Nu is joking. There are no soul-eating nails or evil bones in your body, so you are not suitable for worshiping the heaven. The prince carries noble blood and should fulfill his responsibilities. Taking the world as his own responsibility, he will
It's his life. What's more, with his own life, he can save
All the cultivators in Bahuang are his honor. If the late emperor Jiuquanxia knew about this, he would also be proud of the prince." The Grand Master's voice was as cold as ice.
Mo Xuan was unable to retreat, his back pressed against the wall.
"If I don't go, I would rather die."
"Ms. Xuannv, if you are obedient, the Seventh Prince is just offering sacrifices to heaven. If you insist on going against the people of the world, then..."
Another grandmaster said: "Just feed the seventh prince to the wolves, or put him in a puddle again?"
Mo Xuan's eyes were red: "You! You are so sanctimonious!"
"For the sake of the world, we have no choice but to ask Lady Xuannv for your understanding. You are young and a woman, so it is easy for you to be emotional. We must protect the peace of the Eight Wastelands for our ancestors and the late Emperor."
"I'll go." Mo Xuan closed his eyes in pain. When she walked out feebly, the Grand Master stretched out his hand to stop her.
Mo Xuan suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the Grand Master coldly: "Grand Master, I have agreed to go, what else do you want?" "Ms. Xuannu, please make a blood oath." The Grand Master smiled and said: "In front of the seventh prince.
, you must be fair to the Xuannv of the Eight Desolations, and you must admit that it was you who sent him to the altar, otherwise Mo Bingshu will never be reincarnated in all his lifetimes and will be a loner wandering around all day long.
Even if the ghosts are reincarnated, they can only fall into the realm of animals, be slaughtered by others, and die in a pool of blood!"
Mo Xuan's pupils tightened, his body became cold, and even his lips turned white.
Her throat was dry, and she looked at the Grand Master in disbelief: "This... is too cruel!"
"Ms. Xuannv cares about the Seventh Prince, I have no other choice," the Grand Master said.
"You are forcing Mo'er to death, and you are also forcing me to death!"
"I don't dare, old slave."
"Haha...why don't you dare? If it weren't for the unfairness of the name, I'm afraid the whole world would be yours. Of course, after my father's death, I won't be able to take in a prostitute."
"Ms. Xuannv, please make a blood oath." The great master said: "At least the seventh prince will not have to go through a painful journey when he goes to sacrifice to heaven."
Every word expressed concern for Mo Bingshu, but the underlying meaning was to threaten Mo Xuan. Mo Xuan vomited blood and almost fell down. Every word was hoarse and sad: