The male god of quick time travel, give me face

Chapter 1080 The Origin (74)

Under the high platform, a group of people shrouded in light knelt on the ground and shouted in unison, "Please ask the High Priest to judge."

The high priest glanced at the woman who was held down under the high platform, stayed for a few seconds, and then retracted his gaze indifferently. When the scepter was waved, a fire appeared above the scepter. He pointed the scepter directly at the man on the soul suppressing column, and moved his mouth. , I don't know if it was chanting a spell or saying something, the whole sacrificial altar became extremely quiet, and even the crying of the woman could not be heard.

After about a quarter of an hour, the high priest pressed the scepter on the man in black and black hair, and the icy blue fire rushed up, swallowing the man bit by bit, and the woman under the high platform stared blankly. Watching, blood flowed from the mouth at the end.

I don't know if I couldn't bear it, but the two old men who were called the third uncle and fifth uncle let go of their hands.

The woman seized the opportunity and rushed to the high platform quickly. She did not care about the man who was burned, but knelt down in front of the high priest and begged.

The high priest was unmoved, as if provoked by the woman, he suddenly threw the child in his hand into the fire.

The woman's eyes widened, she rushed over, hugged the child and pushed it out, while she was wrapped in fire.

The place on the high platform is not big, the child rolled directly from the high platform, and rolled to the position where the woman was held down before.

The woman wrapped in the fire stood up with difficulty, looked at the man behind her, chanted a spell, and the boy under the high platform suddenly disappeared from everyone's eyes.

Everyone was shocked, and the high priest's face was also very ugly, and he hit the woman with a scepter.

The woman leaned forward, without crying out in pain, with a smile on her lips, she crawled to the man in black's feet, and put her arms around the man in black, her voice was soft and ethereal, "A Lin, it's good to have you here , in this life, I have no regrets."

"Crack~"

The scepter didn't stop waving, it hit the back of the woman's head, and the woman spit out a mouthful of bright red blood, every inch of her body turned into spiritual light, flying into the air and dissipating.

She had no chance of reincarnation, and she just lost her soul.

The scarlet in the eyes of the man in black faded, he tried to grab, but he didn't catch anything, the surroundings became quiet again, the man's expression gradually became crazy, and after he said something, the people below rushed up to the high platform frantically, As if to gag the man's mouth.

When the man's mouth was blocked, countless black air came out of the man's body and penetrated into the bodies of everyone present.

In the end, the man disappeared in the flames, and everyone present collapsed to the ground.

"It's over, it's over."

"Curse of the devil, we all die."

"They should all be executed long ago, and it's all the fault of the High Priest."

"The high priest must find a way to solve it."

"It's all the High Priest's fault."

"You shouldn't have left Qianxi behind, she's no longer worthy of being a saint."

"Now that scoundrel has been sent away, I don't know what kind of troubles will be caused in the future."

"High Priest, please think of a solution. My child is still so young. He cannot die."

"Yes, High Priest, we have lived for so many years and it is not a pity to die. Our children are innocent, how can we let them be cursed at a young age."

"The High Priest..."

The high priest was surrounded by groups, as if the previous scene was replayed. His daughter was cornered by a group of people including him, powerless to resist, and he was the same at this moment.

All kinds of messy voices poured into the ears, Wen Chen had no time to listen again, withdrew his consciousness, and said, "Luoxing, there are people in that direction, doing sacrifices, two people were burned to death just now, should we go there?"

Wen Chen's words about burning the two of them to death were very plain, Luo Xing raised her eyes and glanced at him, under the gentle appearance, her cold heart was very different from the Wen Chen she knew.

Luo Xing looked away, and the word "sister" echoed repeatedly in her mind. This title always felt a little familiar, but she didn't know where she had heard it before.

She sighed in her heart, more than 300 years is too long, enough for some unimportant people or things to be forgotten by her.

Unable to remember, Luo Xing could only let it go temporarily, kept his doubts in his heart, and nodded to Wenchen, "Go and see."

There is a sacrifice, which is enough to explain why no one in the city can see it.

Wen Chen grabbed Luo Xing and teleported to the sacrificial altar that he saw with his divine sense.

However, what he saw with his spiritual sense was quite different from what he saw with his eyes. There was still no one there.

Luo Xing naturally didn't see anyone, and looked at Wen Chen in confusion, "Are you sure you saw someone here just now?"

Wen Chen nodded seriously, he would never lie to his sister, "Luo Xing, I really saw people here with my spiritual sense just now, they are all white-clothed and white-haired, they should belong to a clan, the clothes they wear Basically the same."

"Consciousness?"

Luo Xing closed his eyes, his consciousness spread out, and various voices flooded into his ears instantly.

"Kill me, kill me, I don't want to live anymore."

"Mother, please, kill me and give me a good time."

"Father, I'm in so much pain, so much pain."

"Father, mother, the child is not filial, so I can't give you old age."

What came into my mind was a field of Shura, immature children bumped into the pillars, blood spattered, young boys and girls were tied up and struggled to die, and the elderly were covering their ears, in great pain.

Crying, shouting, and howling are intertwined to form a sad movement.

The night falls, there is no more day, the thick black covers the eyes, and the light can no longer be seen, only the cry remains the same, the cry remains the same, the mourning remains the same, and finally all return to silence.

It was so silent that there was no sound, Luo Xing used the barrier-breaking pupil to penetrate the darkness, and saw corpses everywhere, blood soaked into the ground, soaking the soil into scarlet, countless stone pillars rose under the altar, swallowing these corpses, Souls are also trapped in the pillars.

The little boy in black came out from the darkness and looked at the rows of stone pillars with a mocking smile on his lips.

In his eyes is endless malice and indifference to life.

As soon as the scene changed, the old man wearing a moon-white robe with rust-gold threads was lying on the ground, his clothes were dirty, and the old man held the sleeve of the boy in black with an excited expression, "It's you, you did all of this, You must die."

The boy lowered his head, and the sarcasm on his lips deepened. He pulled out his sleeves and patted the dirt on the black clothes, "You are so old and immortal, it's all caused by your own hands. Now Xueshi and Ye All the undead souls of Shi are trapped here for thousands of years and cannot be reborn, this is all your fault."

These words were passed into the ears of the old man like a spell, and the vitality in his eyes disappeared bit by bit.

Is it all his fault? !

(End of this chapter)