"Then I don't know. After all, he is a member of your Blood God Sect. I thought all this was your arrangement."
Naturally, Qing Yangui had already noticed the rift between the two of them, and Wu Luoxian even discussed some strategies with him. But at this time, how could he possibly tell the truth to the Blood God Son?
After all, both sides are likely to give him what he wants, so naturally neither side can offend him to death.
"If you want me to resurrect her, put that fragment into the passage. Otherwise, this fragile passage will not be able to withstand the erosion of such a powerful force."
The Blood God Son suppressed his furious heart and spoke to Qing Yangui as calmly as possible.
The Blood God Son is currently preparing and cannot leave the place where he was born. Otherwise, with his own strength, all plans will become vulnerable to the absolute power.
Thinking of Francis and Bai Ze who had been sleeping deep in the southern forest, the Blood God Son had to calmly talk to Qing Yangui.
It is not easy for him to forcibly project to this place. As for completing the ceremony personally?
That is impossible.
"Are you sure that as long as you can open the passage to the underworld, you can resurrect her? Wu Luoxian no longer knows where to go. Without him, do you still have this confidence?"
The reaction of the Blood God Son was indeed as expected by Uluoxian. Before that, Uluoxian had already predicted the possible reaction of the Blood God Son.
Therefore, Qingyangui didn't care that the Blood God Son changed from an angry state to a kind-hearted one in such a short period of time.
The only thing he cares about is whether he will fulfill his promise to himself. As for now, knowing that the Blood God Son has something to ask for from him, he can also add some chips to himself.
After all, the reputation of the Blood God Son in this world is not very good.
"As soon as the channel stabilizes, I will definitely start."
The Son of Blood God also knew the meaning of Qing Yangui, and his hatred for Wu Luoxian became even deeper.
But no matter how he manipulated the restrictions he set, there was no feeling of feedback.
Normally, as long as he activates the restriction, the restriction he set in Uluoxian's soul will begin to disintegrate, bringing his soul back to him.
Even the split soul of Uluoxian and the shadow man are the same, and they absolutely cannot escape his control.
But now, it's like a stone sinking into the sea, with no response at all.
That can only prove one thing.
Wu Luoxian was either out of his wits or already in a realm of rules.
The power of another rule sealed the restrictions he had set and severed the connection between the Blood God Son and the restrictions.
But no matter which one it is, it means that Uluoxian is beyond his control.
This made the Blood God Son vaguely uneasy.
"Okay, remember what you say now."
Qing Yangui looked at the projection of the Blood God Son, and the cigarette holder on his mouth seemed to be coated with a layer of spiritual light.
I took a deep breath, but it felt like I was sucking on something solid, sucking in the loneliness.
"You're such an old woman, why don't you think about yourself when you do things?"
Qing Yangui sighed heavily, seeming to be talking to himself.
The sparks in the pipe became brighter.
Ignoring this silent protest, Qing Yangui walked with old steps towards the place where the fragments were suspended.
Arriving next to the bloody fragment, Qing Yangui immediately stretched out his hand to grab it.
As soon as I took it, I felt a surge of energy and blood. This was something Qing Yangui had not felt for a long time.
Ever since a hundred years ago, Qingyangui has always looked like this old man. This feeling reminded him of the adventurous spirit he used to have when he was young.
For some reason, Qing Yangui laughed to himself.
The meridians of some wrinkled arms were fully exposed, and his face became ferocious. He did not expect that this small fragment seemed to have the weight of an entire world.
Qing Yangui had to use all his strength, and the green smoke gathered towards his arms.
Throw it violently into the hair-like hole.
I don’t know how two things with obviously mismatched models can get along so harmoniously.
"I've done what I should do, it's your turn."
Hiding his trembling hands behind his back, Qing Yangui looked at the Blood God Son with some expectation.
"Finally, we have waited for this day. Let the world see the power of our sea of blood!"
The projection of the Blood God Son showed a strange sense of excitement.
It instantly turned into a stream of light and fell into the slowly spreading passage.
A layer of blood mist spread out from it.
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"What the hell is that birdman doing!?"
In the southern forest, Bai Ze, who was still guarding his secret realm, stood up suddenly and looked at where Qing Yangui was now.
His eyes seemed to have penetrated hundreds of millions of miles away, and he saw the scene filled with blood mist.
The pure white claws smacked toward the ground, and the bloody barrier surrounding the secret realm instantly shattered.
The entire southern forest seemed to feel Bai Ze's power, and countless weak monsters lay on the ground, trembling.
Thinking about why, as the patron saint of the southern forest, Bai Ze was so angry.
But in addition to these monsters, there are still some monsters, hunters and killers everywhere, completely separated from their instincts as monsters, as if they have turned into machines that only know how to kill.
If you look carefully, you will see that these monsters are more or less entwined with blood, and Mo's emotions are revealed in their scarlet eyes.
"These guys still don't have long memories!"
Baize, who is located deep in the southern forest, naturally has a high degree of control over the forest, and he immediately discovered these magical beasts that suddenly started to riot.
I remembered something from the past that I couldn't bear to look back on.
"Those who caused trouble should go and repent to the world!"
Once again, he looked at the place where the Qingyan Ghost was. The aura of the birdman had not disappeared. As those who were sent to guard this world, they naturally knew it.
Although the birdman is in the underworld, he has specialization in the art, so he should not worry about that matter.
Now, there is another riot of Warcraft in the forest. As the recognized patron saint of all Warcraft, Bai Ze naturally has to worry about this.
Claw after claw was struck out, and one after another the monsters that were confused by the blood energy and became violent died under the claws.
What happened three hundred years ago must never happen again.
In Bai Ze's eyes, these monsters are the younger generations of their clan, and they must not lose so many for no reason.
With Bai Ze's efforts, the blood energy and evil spirits that gradually gathered in the southern forest gradually dissipated.