"Sacrifice blood to heaven and earth to become a witch spirit."
Emperor Xuhe lowered his head more respectfully, and glanced at the majestic Bailing Mountain ruins from the corner of his eyes. He recalled that in that deep and long dark night, with the strong wind in the sky and the shadow of the cliff, the thin young man was walking lonely witch steps, reenacting
The oldest ritual.
No matter how far away you are, no matter how the color of your hair changes, the blood of your ancestors always flows in the deepest veins.
"I didn't expect you to be so familiar with the secret scriptures of the ancestral court of the Wu Clan, and I am so filled with admiration. Yes, among the oldest sacrificial rituals of the Wu Clan, there is one called the 'Blood Sacrifice Ritual', which allows you to sacrifice all living beings to God.
, in this way, the witch spirit can be lowered and merged with his own body." Emperor Xuhe did not hide anything anymore. There must be elders in the ancestral court of the witch clan who were secretly bribed by the Yu clan, and there is no point in hiding it.
He simply told the truth: "Only those who have mastered the forbidden method of nailing the soul of Xu Ji and inherited the purest blood of the Witch Clan can perform blood sacrifices. Since the sacrifices are offered to God,
Naturally, no corpses will be left behind."
Xiao Yehe was silent for a while, then smiled at Emperor Xuhe, and the sharpness in his eyes slowly faded: "Only the Wu Clan understand the Wu Clan best. He Xiang asked you to follow me to investigate this matter, and you are really doing your best."<
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Perhaps this was a test for himself by He Shiye? Emperor Xuhe bowed deeply and said seriously: "I have always been grateful to He Xiang for his years of cultivation, and I swear to serve the Yu Clan to the death."
"Then tell me, who is the direct descendant of the witch clan with pure blood on Bailing Mountain? Who can master the forbidden technique of nailing the soul of the Xuji Embryo? Who knows the secret ritual of blood sacrifice from the ancestral court?" Xiao Yehe's voice became gentler,
However, Emperor Xuhe felt a sharp chill that was even worse than before.
"At that time, there was civil strife in the Wu clan, and a large number of ancestral secret codes were lost. One of the four great spiritual wonders, "The Forbidden Law of the Xuji Nailed Soul," was also lost. It may have been stolen by the defecting Zhi clan, the Gong clan, and the Zhu clan.
After taking this canon." Emperor Xuhe thought for a while and said, "On Bailing Mountain, the pure bloodline belongs to the lineage of the clan leader. If Zhiye really has only one son, then Zhishou is really the direct descendant. If the Zhi family has "
"Xuji Nailing Soul Forbidden Technique", then Zhi Shouzhen is most likely to have mastered this technique. In addition, as the son of the clan leader, he may be familiar with the ritual of blood sacrifice."
His voice was always calm and steady, without any emotional fluctuations. His expression remained calm, but his heart was always turbulent.
After many years, another witch spirit was finally born in the witch clan!
"How can there be so many possibilities in the world? What if? You leave too much room for words. Since you are willing to die for the Yu Clan, what room do you need?" Xiao Yehe sneered and pointed at the horsemen and barbarians kneeling on the ground.
"There's enough room for both knees."
Emperor Xuhe's heart was slightly shaken, knowing that Xiao Yehe had always had doubts about him. At this moment, he should kneel down as he was told. This was not difficult for him, but after kneeling like this, would Xiao Yehe feel that he was more
Is it suspicious? Because a qualified Anma can let go of everything and won't care about a little honor or disgrace. On the contrary, he is a truly dependent person who wants to leave some dignity.
"Your Majesty, what you said makes sense." Emperor Xuhe said respectfully, "But Xuhe is a close servant of the Crane Prime Minister, which also represents the nobility of the Crane Prime Minister."
Xiao Yehe took a deep look at Di Xuhe, then chuckled and patted Di Xuhe on the shoulder: "Don't worry, of course you are different from them."
Emperor Xuhe bent down slightly to make the photo shoot more comfortable for Xiao Yehe, who was about the same height as himself.
Xiao Yehe stopped laughing and glanced around with a serious look: "The person who performed the blood sacrifice was most likely Zhihou Zhen. A bastard became a witch spirit, and incidentally killed Wu Qi, who was responsible for monitoring, and escaped afterwards. I really thought
Can you hide the truth?"
The salesman and others were all stunned, feeling ridiculous in their hearts. That dandy boy only knew how to eat, drink and have fun, and had no power to restrain a chicken. How could he possibly do such a shocking thing? He would even kill his own clan members.
Ah!
"It's a pity that many months have passed, and the Bahuang is so vast. It is difficult to find a young man who deliberately hides." Emperor Xuhe said in a deep voice, "We don't have his hair and flesh on our hands. Otherwise, I can use Zhu
Use techniques to track down this child."
Xiao Yehe was noncommittal, thinking silently for a moment, and then turned to the salesman: "How long has Zhikarizhen been collecting the biography of Wang Ziqiao? Is it a continuing trend or a temporary fad?"
The salesman recalled: "It lasted for about three or four years. He seemed to be quite interested in the life of this human alchemist. He even asked me about it personally. But -" he hesitated and added, "The villain thinks he
I am most obsessed with the erotic albums of the Chu Kingdom. I buy a lot of them every time. I also like to play with all kinds of exquisite porcelain."
"That's just a cover-up. How can a person who is addicted to sex and lust become a witch spirit?" Xiao Yehe said calmly, "This man is vicious and cunning, and is good at disguising. Such a person must have a purpose in his actions and will never act without aim. Prince
Qiao is the only clue to pursue. This man is well-known and often travels to the four countries of the Yunhuang human race. It is not difficult to find him."
He looked across the vast mountains and forests in the direction of Yunhuang, his eyes flashing like a falcon: "Let's go to the human territory first, capture Prince Qiao and torture him, we will definitely gain something."
"Huh?" Not long after leaving the Xianyang Hall, Prince Qiao suddenly felt a move in his heart, and he felt an inexplicable uneasiness. He did not ignore that cultivators occasionally have a subtle sense of upcoming changes, which is called a "whim."<
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"What's wrong?" Gao Qingyue immediately noticed something strange about him.
Could it be that something was done in the Xianyang Palace, so it was related to Yimeng Huangliang Zhen? Wang Ziqiao secretly speculated, shaking his head and saying: "It's just a vague feeling, maybe something has changed in the secret realm of the bamboo forest." p>
The two of them returned to the painting boat on the Qinhuai River and continued to use the water mirror to observe the battle between the yellow beam pillow and the green bamboo in a dream.
High in the sky, the violent air waves were like tsunamis and landslides, magma spewed out, setting off a terrifying frenzy. Bamboo leaves all over the sky were like countless sharp knives flying across the sky, criss-crossing. Pieces of space repeatedly cracked - exploded - solidified - cracked.
..., like a mirror that is broken and repaired, the cycle is endless.
"Yi Meng Huang Liang Zhen is indeed worthy of its reputation. Its strength is far above that of ordinary Hedao masters." Gao Qingyue couldn't help but sigh again. The green bamboo demon almost used all its strength, but Yi Meng Huang Liang Zhen still had enough power to seal the bamboo forest high in the sky and stabilize it.
The space prevents the energy from fighting between the two parties from leaking out, and people nearby cannot detect it.
Only Yan Qinglang vaguely sensed it, and raised his head to look into the distance. After reversing and rebuilding, his strength was far less than before, but his spiritual power was completely reborn, and he completed the transformation of "life from death", and his understanding of the great road was also
Better than ever.
Yan hit the waves and drove the dragon boat, gradually accelerating, approaching the Siyu dragon boat without leaving a trace, only a few feet away from the back of the boat. Yuan An rushed forward with his sword all the way, attracting the attention of all the monks, making it easier for him to do things.
"Master, I'll go down to the river first." The cloaked monk on the side said in a harsh voice. A large cloak fell silently down the deck. The fine sand grains inside twisted like snakes, quietly entered the water, and slowly extended towards the dragon boat in front. p>
The waves on the river are rolling, the sword is as bright as snow, and it is invincible along the way, and countless blood flowers splash open.