"Sacrifice to the sky? What is the sacrifice to the sky?" The young man frowned, very puzzled.
The poison doctor guard said: "The prince should know about the abyss heavenly tribulation, right? Now, all the masters and the masters of Tianji have found solutions."
"A solution?" The boy had a bad premonition in his heart, and his hands under his sleeves clenched subconsciously.
The poison doctor guard explained: "If you find someone with evil bones in your body and have a soul-devouring nail inserted into your spine, you can eliminate the abyss catastrophe by sacrificing the sky."
An elder came out with a smile: "Mr. Xuannv has told us that there are soul-devouring nails in your body, and it is best to use you to sacrifice to the sky."
The poison doctor guard said: "Prince, when you insert the Soul-Devouring Nail, the Abyss Crazy Tribulation has been triggered. It can be said that all of this is your responsibility."
The boy stood on the altar with a frighteningly pale face. His whole body was in a very wrong state. He no longer had his usual sunshine and handsomeness, and bursts of evil spirits were permeated.
The guard looked at the boy and felt agitation. When Mo Bingshu was eight years old, the guard and Lord Xuannv went to Guihua Village and met the boy.
At that time, the boy was locked in a puddle with a sinister look, which was exactly the same as at this moment.
"Did my sister ask me to sacrifice to heaven?" the young man asked dullly and numbly.
The elder smiled and said, "Yes, all of this is what Lord Xuannv wants."
The elder, the master, and the poison doctor who brought him the altar all thought that the young man listened to Xuannv's words the most. As long as he said it was Xuannv's meaning, he would obey the convenience.
He loves his sister so deeply.
The poison doctor watched the boy of the past grow into a teenager and also witnessed his feelings with his own eyes.
Whenever he looked at Xuannv, it was definitely not the love that should be between siblings, nor the love between men and women, but an extreme pathological condition!
As early as a few years ago, Xuannv was already at the age of getting married, but she had been taking care of Mo Bingshu, who had just come to Kyoto, so she had no plans to talk about marriage.
When Mo Bingshu was able to speak, she had a good mentality and was also preparing to marry, but she found that the boy often made secret interference and scared several people away.
"Does sister mean?" the boy asked: "Where is sister? I want her to tell me with my own eyes."
"Lord Xuannv doesn't want to see him parting
The scenery of the sky will not come to the altar." said the elder.
The boy lowered his head and looked at the tip of his shoes coldly.
Is my sister unwilling to see him for the last time?
at the same time.
The luxurious and magnificent palace is a bit deserted with a cool breeze.
Mo Xuan tightened his sleeves with both hands, his beautiful black eyebrows slightly frowned, and there was a look of worry in his eyes, and he walked around in front of the screen.
Suddenly, a terrible layer of forbidden was sealed around the palace, and several middle-aged masters stepped in.
"Mr. Xuannv."
Although the few people were ceremonial, they had no respect in their words.
"If all the masters don't discuss the matter of the heavenly tribulation, how could they have time to come to Xuannv Palace?"
Mo Xuan suppressed the anxiety and the stormy waves in his heart, and his face was calm and elegant.
"Mr. Xuannv, the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven is ready. The Seventh Prince has already arrived at the altar and is waiting for Lord Xuannv to preside over the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven." The slightly older master said coldly.
Mo Xuan's fingertips trembled slightly, his eyes flashed, he pulled his lips lightly, took a few steps back, and his hands subconsciously held the screen, so that the screen fell to the ground, and the banging sound stimulated Mo Xuan's soul.
She swallowed her saliva, her little face turned pale: "Master, what do you mean? How could Mo'er be on the altar? He is the noble prince of the Eight Desolations!"
The Grand Master had no expression on his face: "The Seven Secret Poison Doctor has explained everything clearly. The Seven Prince is the most suitable candidate for offering sacrifices to heaven. Lord Xuannv, I know that you have a deep affection between brothers and brothers, and you are kind and can't do anything to destroy your relatives for justice, so I took the blame first and then reported, and ordered the Poison Doctor to take the prince to the altar."
"No--"
Mo Xuan retreated repeatedly: "Master, Mo'er is still so young. He has been in a miserable life since childhood. 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 the result today, I would never have taken him back to Kyoto.Master, after my father's death, you will take me on my behalf. You are the master who taught me since childhood. I have never listened to your words, but this time, I will never preside over the ceremony of offering sacrifice to heaven. If there is no death, let me go."
"Xuannv is joking. Your body has no soul-devouring nails and no evil bones, so it is not suitable for sacrifice to heaven. The prince carries noble blood and should fulfill his responsibilities. Take the world as
His own responsibility is his life. What's more, it is his honor to save all the practitioners of the Eight Desolations with his own life. If the former emperor learned about this in the nine springs, he would be proud of the prince." The Grand Master's voice was as cold as ice.
Mo Xuan had no choice but to retreat, and his back was against the wall.
"I won't go, I'd rather die."
"Mr. Xuannv, if you are obedient, the Seventh Prince is just offering sacrifices to the sky. If you insist on going against the people of the world, then..."
Another master said, "Just feed the Seventh Prince to the Wolf, or put him in a puddle again?"
Mo Xuan's eyes were red: "You! You are so hypocritical!"
"We have no choice but to do anything about the world's actions. I hope Lord Xuannv will understand. You are young and a woman, and you are prone to emotional activities. We must guard the peace of the eight desolates for our ancestors and the emperor."
"I'll go." Mo Xuan closed his eyes in pain. As she walked out weakly, the Grand Master reached out and stopped her.
Mo Xuan suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the Grand Master coldly: "Master, I have agreed to go, what else do you want?"
"Master Xuannv, please make a blood oath." The Grand Master smiled and said, "In front of the Seventh Prince, you must be just the Eight Desolate Xuannv, and you must admit that you sent him to the altar. Otherwise, Mo Bing Scholar will not be able to reincarnate for generations. He is a lonely ghost who wanders all day long. Even if he reincarnates, he can only fall into the animal realm, be slaughtered by others, and die in a pool of blood!"
Mo Xuan's eyes tightened, his body was chilling, and even his lips were white.
Her throat was dry and she looked at the Grand Master in disbelief: "This... is so cruel!"
"Mr. Xuannv cares about the Seventh Prince, and I have no other way." said the Grand Master.
"You are forcing Mo'er to death, and you are also forcing me to death!"
"I don't dare."
"Ha...why don't you dare? If it's not true, I'm afraid that the world of the eight desolates will belong to you. Of course, after my father's death, I can't stop it."
"Mr. Xuannv, let's make a blood oath." The Grand Master said: "At least, the Seventh Prince will not leave in pain when he goes to sacrifice to heaven."
Every word cares about Mo Bings, but the implication is to threaten Mo Xuan.
Mo Xuan vomited blood in his mouth and almost fell down. Every word was hoarse and sad: