Chapter 70 seventy

"Why haven't you found it yet!" Baiying shouted suddenly, "It's been more than a month...why haven't I found it yet! Do you know that he will die if this continues!" "Bai Ying, calm down!" He grabbed her shoulders, trying to calm her down—the look in her eyes hurt him—it was the first time in a long time that he saw her so angry and bewildered .He restrained his emotions: "We have tried our best to find it! Whether it is Haiguo or Kongsang, we have sent people to search everywhere as much as possible!" "But I still can't find it!" Baiying murmured, "I still can't find it!"

"We are also anxious, Baiying. After all, the Kukai Alliance needs his strength very much at this time." Zhen Lan supported her, and said in a low voice, "But you have to believe, he will be back soon." "Come back?" Bai Ying was startled. "Yes, have you forgotten? - Sea Emperor once said when he left that on October 15th, he will return to fight with us on the mirror lake!" Zhen Lan said slowly , repeating word by word, looking into her eyes, "I believe Sumo will fulfill his promise, and he will return to Yunhuang!" "October 15th..." Baiying raised her head, eyes in a daze.

"Yes, there are still nine days." She let out a long sigh, and felt that all the strength in her body was exhausted.The woman in white fell to the void city like a ray of wind, her face was pale, and her long hair was like snow-white gauze. "Prince Princess!" The maid who came in afterward uttered a panicked voice. "Let her sleep." Zhen Lan looked at his unconscious wife, with tiredness and sleepiness that could no longer be concealed between her brows, "In a few days, when that person comes back, she should be fine—hope before that She won't be too exhausted."

His voice paused for an instant, because he saw the golden charm covered by his wife's long hair again.The inverted hexagram was secretly printed on Baiying's long hair, and the golden color has gradually faded. Not only did Baiying never notice it, but even the maid who served her was blocked by it—but every time I saw it, There will always be a look of pain in Zhen Lan's eyes. ——Although that person left, this reckless approach violently dragged her calm heart to the other end.How could there be such a crazy behavior... Sumo, what kind of world is in your heart? Crown Prince Kongsang raised his head, looked at the water above thousands of feet, and let out a soft sigh:

Yes... No matter what, it's time to make a break. ―――――――――――――――――― At the same time as the blood sacrifice on the Pagoda was going on, in a corner of Yunhuang, another mysterious and strict technique was also going on quietly.The blood of ninety-nine cows and nine hundred and ninety-nine sheep spilled all over the cold altar, staining the center of the sand sea with blood red—the large expanse of blood splashed on the ground actually painted a hideous and terrifying picture on the yellow sand. grimace. It is a kind of secret art sacrifice that can only be found in the desert, and it is the most solemn and grand level.

The King of Treasure Thieves took the lead in prostrate on the sand and blood, and prayed with the great wizard of the Sarang Mystery.Above the sea of ​​blood, the great witch was muttering a curse, and there was a severed head on the gold plate in front of him. The condition of that head was horrific, the whole face was so festered that bones could be seen, one eye had been gouged out, while the other opened angrily, as if it contained infinite unwillingness. The wizard suddenly stretched out his hand, dipped a little bit of cinnabar with his thin fingers, and wiped it between the eyebrows of the head.Then while chanting the spell, he grabbed the blood-red sand from the ground and sprinkled it finely.Kneeling beside him were two young girls, their brows were also smeared with red cinnabar, their expressions were solemn, their heads were raised without saying a word, and there was a hint of sacrificial determination in their eyes.

"God... Please take away these bloody sacrifices!" At the end of the spell, the black-robed wizard suddenly raised his arms and shouted, kneeling on the altar in the middle of the sand sea, and opened his blood-red eyes to look at the sky, " I, Tengger Zong, the great wizard of Sarang in the Western Wilderness, sacrificed the blood of countless sacrificed spirits to issue curses: Curse that person’s blood to dry up, curse that person’s power to decline, curse that person’s country to be in turmoil, curse That man's nation perishes!" Such a vicious incantation, spit out word by word from the wizard's mouth, brought a violent sand wind howling.

"God, if you hear my prayer, let this head answer for you!" The witch hissed at the top of his lungs, took up a large handful of blood-stained sand in his hand, and sprinkled it on the ground On a severed head—blood sand poured down like water, gradually covering the dead head. However, when the blood sand piled up to the tip of the nose, that eye actually moved a bit, the blue one eye opened, glanced at the sky, then at the ground, showing an unpredictable expression, and then slowly closed.