The male god of quick time travel, give me face

Chapter 1079 The Origin (73)

Luoxing raised his head and Wenchen looked at her distressedly. He took her hand and put the other hand on her forehead, rubbing it gently, "It's all red. Does it hurt?"

He should have walked in front just now, so that Luo Xing would not be injured, and he blamed himself for being too focused on his sister.

The cold touch stunned Luo Xing for a moment, and after a while she came back to her senses, held Wenchen's hand, and warmed Wenchen's hand with the warmth of her palm, "Why is your hand so cold? I know it's an illusion. Won't it break?"

When Wenchen took the initiative to hold his hand, his heart was beating loudly, and his face was a little hot. He turned his head and coughed dryly and said: "Dark Spirit Root cultivator's body will be a little cooler. The previous illusion was extremely hot, so it won't It feels too cold.”

"I see." Luo Xing said and let go of his hand, not being sloppy at all.

She looked ahead, stretched out her hand, and a layer of transparent water glass showed a slight curvature.

Wen Chen was let go of his hand, and looked at Luo Xing's long black hair resentfully, he pursed his lips slightly, seeing that there was an enchantment here, and without waiting for Luo Xing to speak, he directly took out his natal weapon.

"Sister, let me break this barrier."

elder sister?

This name is a bit familiar!

Luo Xing turned her head suddenly, her long black hair was drawn in a beautiful arc in mid-air, she was about to ask, but her eyes were attracted by the long black sword.

The lines on the sword are water ripples, and behind the water ripples, there seems to be a giant beast dormant, giving people a dangerous and oppressive feeling. The overall look is a bit like her natal weapon.

While Luo Xing was observing carefully, Wen Chen took two steps to the side and swung his long sword forward. The barrier immediately shattered and was covered with spider web-like patterns like glass. Then it turned into bursts of spiritual light and disappeared completely.

Seeing that the barrier was broken, Wen Chen immediately put away his weapon, and walked up to Luo Xing as if begging for a reward, "Sister, was I cool just now?"

Luo Xing raised her eyebrows, "Sister?"

In terms of age, Wenchen is older than herself. In terms of clothing, she has never appeared in front of him wearing women's clothing. With her ability to disguise herself, there is no way that the title "sister" will appear in Wenchen's mouth. .

Who is he at this moment?
Wenchen realized that he had spilled the beans and was looked at by Luo Xing's scrutinizing eyes. He took a step back in a panic. He smiled dryly and said, "Haha~ I said the barrier was broken. Am I very powerful?" , you and I are both men, how can there be any sisters here?"

Luo Xing didn't know whether he believed it or not, and he didn't pursue it too much, so he nodded slightly.

She looked away and looked into Xueye City. After the barrier was broken, the true face of Xueye City was also revealed. The crystal clear palaces shone with fluorescence, illuminating half of the night sky. Under the weather, the ice and snow also seemed a bit colder.

Luo Xing closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his pupils turned golden. Probably because the barrier-breaking pupil had been used a lot recently, the golden color changed from light gold to pure gold.

Taking a closer look, the pupil of her right eye showed some signs of turning black again, but Luo Xing couldn't see it by herself, and Wen Chen was lucky because of the almost exposed incident by her side, and he had no time to take care of it.

Once the barrier-breaking pupil came out, all illusions and illusions could not be hidden, but with the previous incident, Luo Xing was not sure whether what he saw at this moment was real or illusory.

Sighing from the bottom of his heart, Luo Xing put away his talent, took out a flying sword from his storage bag, and walked into the city holding the flying sword.

With a lesson learned from the past, Wen Chen consciously walked to a position one step ahead of Luo Xing, and opened the way ahead.

Xue Ye City was very quiet, walking all the way, there was no one there, after walking for about an hour, Luo Xing turned around and walked towards the house on the side of the road.

She stretched out her hand to push the door open, but Wenchen took the lead and opened the door with spiritual power before her.

The simple mahogany decoration in the house is very different from the transparent wall style seen outside, and the outside scene cannot be seen from the house.

After the door was pushed open, there was an ordinary single room inside, and no one was there.

"Since it's a city, where are the people here?"

Wenchen naturally didn't know. After thinking about it, his consciousness spread in all directions.

Xueye City was very big, and his consciousness covered most of the city before he could see where the human traces were.

On the tall and cold sacrificial platform, a man with black clothes and dark hair was tied to the soul-suppressing pillar. There were wisps of black gas surrounding his body, his face was covered in the black gas, and his scarlet eyes were distinguishable in the black mist. His appearance was obvious, and he looked at everyone in the audience with hatred.

The group of people under the sacrificial altar are all wearing moon-white robes. The only difference in the clothes is the color of the thread used. The person standing in the front and the middle is embroidered with gold thread on the clothes, and a little behind him Some people use silver threads, while those outside use colorful silk threads.

Mo Yue's embroidery thread colors also differentiated identities. A middle-aged man wearing a moon-white robe with rust-gold thread hugged a one-year-old boy from the woman beside him, and walked slowly onto the high platform.

The rest of the people raised the torches in their hands when the middle-aged man took a step forward, "Burn them to death, burn them to death."

"Burn them to death, burn these two monsters to death."

Amidst the deafening shouts, a woman ran from a distance, rushed into the crowd, and squeezed her way in.

There were tears on the woman's beautiful face, and her hoarse wailing was barely audible among the group of people.

Probably because it was too difficult to squeeze in, the woman flew up and flew over the heads of a group of people. She was quickly stopped before she could fly two meters.

The old man in a two-month-old white robe with rusty silver thread held the woman's hands and pressed them to the ground. The group of people stopped shouting and stepped back, leaving a small open space.

The woman knelt on the ground, her body struggling constantly. Her cries became clear under the quiet sacrificial altar, "Third uncle, fifth uncle, I beg you, please let my child go. He is still so young. He I don’t know anything. If one of them must die, let me die. It’s a sin I committed. Please let my child go, I beg you.”

The two old men, called third uncle and fifth uncle by the woman, turned away and ignored the woman's appeal.

The woman cried even harder, but she couldn't break free no matter what, she could only look desperately at the high platform, at the patriarch, and at her father walking up to the black-clothed and black-haired man step by step with her child in his arms. Two meters to the side.

The middle-aged man stood still, changed his hug to a carry, and raised his other free hand. After a while, a two-meter-long ice crystal scepter appeared in his hand.

The top of the scepter is crescent-shaped, with an ice-blue jade bead suspended in the middle.

The jade beads radiated moon-white light, covering the entire sacrificial altar.

(End of this chapter)