Chapter five hundred and forty-ninth their own minds
"Do you really want to help him?"
After the Blood God Son took the initiative to close the call, the black shadow attached to Uluoxian slowly emerged and turned into a shadow that looked exactly like Uluoxian.
"Watch your tone."
Wu Luoxian paused and said to the shadow behind him.
"I have found that mark."
Shadow's figure became erratic, and he shared his recent discovery with Wu Luoxian.
"So what, can you solve it?"
Wu Luoxian's eyelids twitched, and the mood in his heart that had calmed down a long time ago began to stir again, but soon, it calmed down again.
"…………"
Shadow had nothing to say. Even if he found the prison set by the Son of Blood God, what's the use if he couldn't break it?
If you can't solve it, it can only mean that everything is in the hands of others.
"Then your method is too risky."
After being silent for a long time, the silver man still persuaded him that although he and Uluo Xian were originally one body, he knew what he was thinking, but he followed the wishes of the Blood God Son and continued to do so.
Not to mention whether you can escape its control and regain your freedom. In the eyes of the shadow people, this can only bring disaster to the world.
Although he was born from death, he did not want to add more hardships to this world.
The longer he stayed in the Blood God Cult, the stronger his sense of depression became, and the stronger his desire to escape became stronger.
Presumably Wu Luoxian must also feel this way.
The two of them and the Blood God Sect were originally supposed to be people from two different worlds.
But because of his birth, Uluoxian was reduced to the point where he was at the mercy of others, and the Shadow Man felt a little sorry.
"I am the real body, and do you have a better way?"
Wu Luoxian emphasized.
"That guy named Li Mu is very strong. In my opinion, the Blood God Son is not as strong as him. That feeling is unmistakable!"
The shadow man suddenly thought of Li Mu, whom he had met once.
Li Mu had a very profound impression on him.
"It's useless. What he's good at is different. He can't even make up for the soul of the Golden Lion King of the Fierce Sun. His skill in this area seems to be inferior to mine. What do you think he can do about this imprisonment?"
Wu Luoxian also had a deep impression of Li Mu.
After all, he was the one who directly shattered the space and forced his way into the divine object given to him by the Blood God Son.
The surge of spiritual power and the power that seemed to be above all in his movements were still fresh in his memory.
But what's the use of this?
Although destruction is always easier than repair, it can also be seen from this that the strong man named Li Mu knows nothing about souls.
What he is thinking about now is that when things come, Li Mu can stop the Blood God Son, allowing him to complete everything after opening this passage, and then close it.
Although, it seems that he won't have the final say whether to turn it off or not.
But people always have dreams, what if they come true?
Give it a try and turn your bicycle into a motorcycle.
"Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, you still have to try, right?"
Wu Luoxian looked at the Qing Yangui who was maintaining the operation of the ritual and asked questions.
"Those things have nothing to do with me, old man. As long as what you said can be fulfilled when the time comes, it will be fine."
Seeing the ritual under him gradually taking shape and slowly getting on track, Qing Yangui also stopped outputting his spiritual power.
He took a strong breath from the cigarette holder hanging in his mouth, and slowly exhaled a wisp of light smoke. The sparks in the pipe flickered, but under the careful care of the green smoker, they became a little brighter.
"Don't worry, as long as I am still alive, I will naturally travel on my own."
Uluoxian said.
"Whether you're alive or not has nothing to do with me. At worst, go find that guy from the Son of Blood. If you haven't done it, he will naturally do it."
Qing Yangui tapped the pipe on the palm of his hand, but nothing came out. This seemed to be a habitual action.
Glancing at Wu Luoxian slightly, Qing Yangui said indifferently.
Although Qing Yangui didn't say the rest of his sentence, if Wu Luoxian died in his own plan, it would not be easy for him to find the Blood God Son to fulfill his promise.
Even though I don’t have deep contact with the Son of Blood God, I have heard about it a little bit.
"Haha, then I wish you the best."
Wu Luoxian didn't have much reaction to Qing Yangui's attitude towards him, after all, what he said was the truth.
"But are you sure this is enough? Is it that simple?"
Enjoying the pipe on his lips, the excitement inspired the old smoker's heart. He had not been so motivated for a long time.
But looking at the simple ceremony beneath him, Qing Yangui still wanted to confirm.
After all, this is not only related to the plan of Uluoxian and the Blood God Son, but also to what he wants to accomplish.
"Is it very simple? I think it's okay."
When asked by Qing Yangui, Wu Luoxian was stunned, and subconsciously looked at the lines that he had spent nearly a day inscribing and drawing.
The lines drawn by the mixture of light gold and bright red are not to say crooked, but they also appear to be very slender.
Simple lines, simple patterns.
Except for the fragment of an unknown object placed in the center of the pattern, and the surge of spiritual power opened up by the spiritual power of a person from the Holy Realm.
The spiritual power stored in the body of a person from the Holy Realm can be said to be very huge, but before this ceremony, it can only be used as an introduction.
An introduction that keeps the ritual from collapsing.
But when Qingyangui asked, Wu Luoxian looked carefully and found that it was a little crude.
"Well, appearance or anything else doesn't matter, as long as it's useful. After all, I'm a practical person. Appearances and everything else are just fleeting."
Smiling awkwardly, Wu Luoxian made a serious look.
"It's obvious that your painting skills are not good enough. When you carved the formation pattern, when did it look good?"
The shadow behind Wu Luoxian floated out again, ruthlessly exposing Wu Luoxian's awkward lies.
"It's just that I can't bear to use the blood of all spirits to inscribe this time."
Wu Luoxian turned his head at an incredible angle and said to the shadow man behind him.
"Oh, give up. You've been in contact for so long, and your level is still like this. What are you making excuses for?"
The shadow man completely cares about Uluo Xian, who is the real person, and doesn't give him any face.
"You two, so be it. Old man, I don't have that much energy to make trouble with you."
Qing Yangui leaned to the side and began to recharge his batteries.
When the ceremony was about to officially begin, he still had to work hard.