blood sacrifice

"Your Excellency is really a master of arts and courage, single-handedly penetrated into the core of my God's domain without showing any expression." The blue eyes became more serious, Rong Ye sneered, "I admire it."

Leaning lazily on the gorgeous throne, one leg is propped on the chair at the same time, the elbow rests on the knee, and the forearm is shaking casually, very uncomfortable.

With a smile that is not a smile, with the charm exuding from the bones, the four pairs of wings carefully carved with amethyst on the throne are quietly stretched behind, showing an inexplicable evil and unrestrained unrestrained.

Mozun just looked at Rong Ye with a smile without saying a word, and the six people who were waiting by his side bowed and bid farewell knowingly.

There were no other people, and there were only two people standing in front of each other quietly in the hall, but Mozun said first: "I haven't seen you for a few days and you are so indifferent. It seems that I didn't love you well."

He opened his mouth as if regretting, but there was no trace of true emotion in those evil eyes, which were contemptuous and deeply playful.

It seemed that I had guessed right, this man was the one whom Sixth Brother had committed to for the rest of his life, but Sixth Brother's true love was worthless in the eyes of a man.

"Why, aren't you happy that I came to pick you up as promised?" In the blink of an eye, he was close at hand, and his nose and breath touched.

Such a disparity in strength made Rong Ye clench his fists tightly. If such a person is serious and uses all his strength, God's Domain will collapse in a short time!

"What are you thinking so engrossed in?" He fondly picked up a strand of silver hair on Rong Ye's shoulders and played with his fingertips, carefully feeling the softness like fine silk.

He leaned over, buried his head and neck, and took a deep breath of the cold fragrance that seemed to be there on Rong Ye's neck: "However, you really let me down, Xiao."

"It's just a game. I thought it was rare to meet an opponent. Everyone is familiar with the rules. I didn't expect you to play it so seriously." Whispering with a faint smile, the deep magnetic voice kept agitating the eardrums.

"I made a promise to let you know that I was going to attack God's Domain when you came to the Temple of Demons to inquire, and let you know that I was just playing with you. Appreciate your potential infinite divine power, I specially arranged the best stage for you, and gathered all the servants of the ghosts to give you a good performance, I didn't expect—"

Regrettably, there were two helpless clicks: "It's still so vulnerable, let alone resisting, I haven't even seen the ghost of the archangel, it's really boring."

As he spoke, he suddenly froze as if thinking of something, and approached Rong Ye's face with a stronger smile, and stopped when the tip of his nose was almost to the tip of his nose.

Turning his head sideways, the distance between his lips is no more than a millimeter. From a distance, they are nothing more than two lovers who are asking questions. Put on the guise of being affectionate at the moment.

"You won't really fall in love with me so much that you can't help yourself and want to spare God's Domain, right?" With a chuckle, whispering, the cold sarcasm in his eyes unreservedly cast towards Rong Ye.

Sixth brother, do you know, this is the true face of the person you love, a game of seeking excitement because of the long years of boredom, but unfortunately, you are betting all your true trust, and he is betting, It's just a random sentence that is interesting and boring...

Fortunately in misfortune, it is not you who came today, and it is not you who are facing this bloody reality...

He didn't speak, just let out a smile that was not a smile, and Rong Ye also returned a sneer.

I don't know where this moody man was offended, his sword eyebrows and star eyes narrowed suddenly, his half-closed eyes revealed a dangerous light, and he grabbed Rong Ye's chin violently, making it impossible for this equally arrogant man to escape. You have to look directly at yourself.

Slowly approaching, the breath sprayed on each other's cheeks: "I don't like people who have lost the game and are dying."

Wanting to hide but didn't, Rong Ye frowned due to the pain in his jaw, but there was still that cold smile on his lips: "Since it's a game, how do you know that you are the one who takes the lead, and the loser? Is it me?"

Hearing that the pain in the jaw was even worse, the rays of light that shot out from the eyes were like sharp blades, cutting straight into Rong Ye.

There was a moment of silence, and suddenly, Mozun seemed to have thought of something suddenly, and looked at Rong Ye with some pity and playful eyes: "It seems that my idea of ​​wanting to continue playing on the spur of the moment is not wrong. , you are indeed suitable to be my opponent."

He slammed into his ear, and his tone was extremely intimate: "No matter how you look at it," Rong Ye, who had never thought that things would happen to such a degree, could only be stunned on the spot, and swept his moist and hot soft tongue over the pinna, strangely strange The feeling was so strong that Rong Ye shivered and didn't know what to do, but Mozun was even satisfied with the reaction in his arms, but changed the subject and said coldly, "Although the current appearance is more interesting, it is not as good as before. Easy to handle."

As he said that, Mozun restrained Rong Ye's finger and rubbed it on the skin of his chin with a hint of desire, feeling the warmth and smoothness under his finger.

Although he has not been humanized, such obvious words and actions are like pieces of wood if he doesn't understand it!

The power flowed out from the chest, and flowed through the limbs and bones like a trickle, and finally condensed in the palm of his hand. With a violent wave, the Demon Lord's hand holding him was swung away.

But the ensuing suffocation came from his chest, and the strange feeling made his eyes go dark, but Rong Ye was shocked and took three steps back. The powerful impact made Rong Ye stand unsteadily and knelt on one knee and barely supported it with one hand. Bearing the weight of his body, there were waves of strange turmoil in his body, and the turbulent tumbling forced Rong Ye to sweat profusely.

Looking up at the man who had been watching coldly with a half-smile, Rong Ye somehow understood something, but the dry itching in his throat could no longer be tolerated, and a mouthful of fishy sweetness spewed out and splashed all over the floor.

Seeing this, the man still smiled nonchalantly, and his handsome face became more dazzling because of the smile: "This is the fault of the adults, why are you rushing to do it before you finish talking?"

He grabbed Rong Ye's right hand to support his body and pulled him up, wrapped his right hand around his waist and held him tightly in his arms, and freed a finger of his left hand to scrub, like a lover's caress Caressing the lines on the bracelet that suddenly appeared on the wrist: "You are so good, you are indeed the righteous God of War in the God's Domain, can you do anything for the clansmen?"

Taking advantage of the situation, he looked up at the extra bracelet on the hand that was forced to hold high, the gold thread and green jade bracelet, this is the condition of the truce.

"What do you think this is?" The close distance allowed Rong Ye to clearly see his own image in the blue eyes, "an ancient artifact, soul-suppressing."

The ancient artifacts were forged by the ancient gods who are now dead or extinct, and their power is unmatched by anyone in the world.

If you want to use it, you must have the same power as the ancient god who forged it or even more, otherwise it is just a piece of broken copper and iron, which has been buried in the torrent of time so far. How much is lost.

But now it is such a situation to be lucky enough to see Shenwei, how many people are there in the world today who can use the ancient artifact? !

According to ancient books, the power of the ancient artifact to suppress the soul does not lie in killing and guarding but in confinement. It will seal the wearer's power and limit it to the state of the moment when it is worn.

If it is used on the battlefield, wearing it when the power is the most abundant is tantamount to obtaining inexhaustible power without fatigue, but its imprisonment also shatters this dream, and the wearer's power will be strictly controlled. Imprisoned in oneself, or backlash.

All magical attacks are finally borne by the wearer, silently, and it makes everyone who wears it lose all power implicitly from the moment of wearing it.

"Sure enough it's Xiao, as long as you mention the name, you'll know it, and it will save me wasting my tongue." Satisfied, he looked at the complex and complicated expression of the person in his arms, which finally turned into resentment.

I was careless, I studied it with my five elder brothers in the main hall of Jiuchongtian for a long time and couldn't find any abnormalities. Although I vaguely felt that it would not be so simple, but time waited for no one and I really couldn't find out what the result was. Come on, no one expected that the Demon Lord actually possesses the power of an ancient god!

How can it be so easy to accept a blow as powerful as the God of War so easily?

What's more, it was a blow that was caught off guard. Even Rong Ye himself was suffocated by his own spiritual power, his chest was suffocated, his blood was churning, he was sweating, his limbs gradually weakened, but he had to force himself to confront the demon.

Sweat made the cold fragrance more intense, filled the breath, and could not dissipate for a long time.

Concentrate and calm down, trying to focus the increasingly distracted eyes: "Despicable!"

"Is there?" The Mozun smiled instead of anger, "I just came to pick you up according to your request, but I have to protect myself to prevent wolves from entering the house, right? I hope you will forgive me~"

Rong Ye stopped talking, and even closed his eyes unwilling to look at that person more, ignoring the fact that he was still being hugged, and tried his best to suppress the commotion of blood churning.

The heat came suddenly, and Rong Ye opened his eyes wide in shock, looking at the handsome face who was suddenly magnified in front of him in horror, pushing Naihe hard, one hand was cut behind him, and the other hand was held high in the man's hand, struggling Twisting his body, in exchange for the man's heavy breathing, even the polite twists and turns on his lips began to become rough.

She cut both hands behind her back, and clamped them firmly with one hand, but freed up one hand to pinch Rong Ye's jaw, which kept escaping from side to side: "Are you trying to seduce me?"

The dull and deep voice echoed in the ear, although the light in Youlan's eyes made Rong Ye unfamiliar, but he also vaguely realized something, his struggling and writhing body instantly stiffened, and he slammed out two words as calmly as possible: "Let go, hand! "