blood sacrifice

The spirit-binding array, a technique that uses blood as a guide to cast on the soul, is the only magic circle that can act on the spirit among all spells and magic.

No matter how powerful the body is, the souls of gods and demons are equally powerless. In order to prevent the mind and thoughts from being eroded, all you can do is to set up a lot of barriers and probes to prevent people from taking advantage of it. But for the intruded spells, It is an instinctive contest between souls and souls.

That kind of distorting the original cognition, but having to rely on his own strength to recall and straighten it, is nothing more than integrating the original intention into the part of the soul. This kind of pain that tears the soul apart is unbearable even for him!

"Xu!" Xiao suddenly realized what had happened, but it was too late, and he had vaguely felt the backlash from the spirit-binding formation, which proved that Ling Xu's soul was resisting, and when he wanted to get up, he pulled the wound on his shoulder and back again. Slumped to the ground.

"Xu, don't listen to his nonsense! Don't listen! You are mine, and you love me! You love Xiao! It's Xiao!"

The suggestion of the soul was constantly rejected, and Xiao could only clamor wildly.

Liaofeng looked coldly at Xiao who was already hysterical and chaotic: "I thought you could play longer, your spirit-binding array, I thought it would help me a lot, but I didn't expect it to be so vulnerable!"

No time to care about Liao Feng's cynicism, Xiao watched anxiously as Ling Xu's soul struggled due to the chaos of his thoughts, and his magic power could not be restrained, and he oscillated four or five times.

There were waves of huge ripples in the air, and the increasingly stronger shocks made it difficult for Liao Feng to resist. Even though he opened the barrier to resist, his chest still hurt from the shock.

Touching his chest with one hand, he suppressed the fishy sweetness that was about to burst out.

The blue hair was flying all over the sky, as if he had completely fallen into madness and demonization, helplessly orbiting the ground, holding his head in pain with his hands and shaking it uncontrollably.

"I'll just ask you one last time!" Canjin's eyes shone red, "Who is it that you love?!"

who do you love...

The spirit that was already messed up and close to collapse could hear these words so vividly, echoing and asking again and again...

Who is it that I love...

Two very different voices argue again.

Xu...don't you love me...

This voice...is Xiao...

Xiao? ...I love...is Xiao? ...

Your Majesty Mozun... this scene... it's time to end...

This voice... who is it? ! ...

Why do you call me Your Highness? ...

Why don't you call me by my name? ! ...

Why so gloomy? ...

Why is there a suffocation pain in the chest! ...

Who is this voice? !

The soul seemed to split into two identical parts, one blue and one white. The white self told him that his love was in front of him, and the blue self told him that he had lost his love again!

...Melting Night...

The blue and white lights intertwined intensely, entangled, and there was an indistinct sound pouring out of the gap, like a sigh, desperate and desolate.

Molten... night...

A gentle voice, so familiar, with a touch of surprise, a touch of joy, calm and pleasant: Ling Xu...

"puff!"

Here Ling Xu had already lost consciousness, his eyes were flushed and he fell into madness, strong magical elements collided and exploded in the air crazily.

On the other side, because of the resistance and struggle against the spell in the depths of the soul, he suffered the backlash of the spirit-binding array, and Xiao, who could no longer suppress it, spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"No!!" Desperate screams, but it can only be the end of the battle, the violet-like beautiful pupils lost all luster in an instant, and they stared at Ling Xu in the center of the formation.

The clamoring madness gradually eased, and the ripples in the air also became distant and slow.

Xiao looked at Ling Xu obsessively, at the flying long hair, at that tall figure, at that intimidating aura.

I don't hesitate to risk the danger and pain of soul backlash, and I have to give it a try regardless of everyone's stop, I just want to be with him, as long as I am with him, I don't care about anything, I don't want to fight for anything, I don't want to grab anything .

As long as I have him by my side, as long as I can stay with him forever, as long as I can get his love...

But in the end... If he persisted, no matter how much Ling Xu resisted, the formation would need to be used for five consecutive days, but it was almost complete. At this moment, if he didn't let go, how could he escape? ! ...

But he was so defiant, so reckless...but he couldn't bear to burn everything...how could he be willing to kill him with his own hands...

Either the jade is destroyed, or the success falls short, and the result of falling short is the liberation of one side, and the tearing of the soul of the other side that will never be indelible, but his choice is the latter...

"...Master Heshi, it's not a good habit to be so grandiose, especially in the enemy camp. Are you underestimating us, or are you underestimating yourself?..."

"...Common sense? What is that? How much is it worth, and how many lives can be exchanged?... You have slaughtered more than half of my family quietly. In your opinion, we have no room for resistance. Since this is the case, There are no eggs under the suppression, and it is better to die than to sit and wait for death. It is always good to have multiple backs, and besides, you are the six generals of the demon clan who are close to you. There is nothing more worthy than this, isn't it?..."

"...Oh, I'm sorry, I lost my strength when I said it, don't be surprised..."

"...Does it matter?..."

"...Are you sure it's really me that you're looking for?...You...could you have mistaken someone..."

"...Ling Xu..."

Too many memories, too many pictures gushing out like a crazy spring bursting in an instant, past and present, that lofty God of War, this ordinary melting night who can finally hug her tightly without any grievances...

That sword, a sword piercing the heart... that sword, a sword sealing the throat...

The drooping green eyes, no tears, no crying, no crying, just deep despair, desolation, as if doomed, as if the political reform is so resigned to fate, self-deprecating smile, heart-wrenching empty eyes... …

Even though he didn't cry, he knew he was crying, his heart was crying, crying sadly but silently...

I want to reach out to caress his raised eyebrows, trace them over and over again, want to make up for the many years I missed, but what is within reach is the coldness of reality...

The empty embrace, the gray sky, and the icy cold rain mercilessly washed the palm of Xu's hand: "Molten Night..."

Did you miss it again...

Did you lose it again...

Are you lost again...

melting night...

The long-lost calm was restored, and the blue hair was still fluttering, but without the fierce and aggressive momentum just now, washed away by the rain, a few strands of wet hair ran along the forehead, covering the sad blue eyes.

On the other side, Xiao had already disappeared without a trace without a sound, and Liao Feng did not chase after him, or because of the internal injury caused by the close-range collision because of Ling Xu's instant burst of magic power, he looked at Xiao coldly as if Wisps of green smoke generally disappeared but there was nothing to do.

"You still have the face to call him by his name!!" Liao Feng wanted to go up and punch Ling Xu, but a mouthful of blood spurted out because of the fierce qi and blood.

Wiping off the blood stains on the corners of his lips, Liao Feng sneered suddenly as if he suddenly thought of something: "Your Majesty Mozun should have recovered all his strength and recovered all his memories, right? Then I don't need to explain further. You know better than me what happened, dare to ask, where is the seventh archangel Rong Ye now?"

Ling Xu was taken aback, raised his head, looked at the undisguised mocking smile on the corner of Liao Feng's lips, the intimidating magic power that hadn't subsided for a moment lingered and charged again, and stepped forward in two steps to grab the unavoidable Liao Feng's hand On the neckline, the blue eyes were chilling: "Liaofeng Jielie! I have warned you more than once, if you dare to touch a hair on him, I will make you elves pay back with blood!!"

Hearing this, Liaofeng seemed to have heard some big joke, and laughed out loud without any scruples. The sharp and wild laughter was extremely harsh, but Liaofeng felt extremely happy.

He waved Ling Xu's hand away: "Okay! Come on! If you want to give you the life of my elves, why not?! But I want to give it back to you intact!"

All the recent events reappeared like a revolving lantern. The lover who was still in my arms yesterday disappeared without a trace the next day, and what was in my arms was... Xiao!

So... What about Melting Night?

Ignoring Ling Xu who was in chaos again, and ignoring his increasingly desperate expression, Liaofeng twitched his lips, smiled coldly, turned his head and left with a wave of his long sleeves.

But at this time, the former residence of the elves is a different scene.

In the magnificent bedroom, there are only Bai Yu and Rong Ye, and the incense that is burning all the time lifts up the smoke like sand, which is ethereal and indifferent, and the fragrance is not greasy.

On the bed lay Melanie with a gray face and even his black hair that had turned gray. The graceful brocade quilt couldn't hide his embarrassment; White jade is generally warm and soft, making people feel like spring breeze.

There has never been a method of bringing the dead back to life in this world, otherwise the Demon Lord would not have spent so much trouble 4000 years ago, devoting all his efforts and magic power just to protect the souls of the seven angels, in exchange for a chance to reincarnate again.

Even the Demon Lord, who is as powerful as the long-recognized ruler of the gods and demons, has no choice but to rely on God's will to bring the dead back to life, but it's not easy to say. !

Resurrecting the dead, defying the sky and fate, the formation of annihilation, can reverse the times, but cannot revive the dead, saving the dead is futile, but even so, the so-called price has to be paid, whether it is the caster or the recipient.

The conditions for performing the technique are harsh, the caster's spiritual power is greatly damaged and cannot be recovered in a short period of time, but the subject is limited to one time per person, and furthermore, there is no way to recover.