Chapter 71 seventy one

The big witch and the one-eyed eye only looked at each other for a moment, then suddenly knelt down and closed their palms deeply. "Thank you, God." He murmured, and sprinkled the bloody sand in his hand into the bonfire. With a strange chirping sound, a flame shot up into the sky, as if countless souls had been thrown into the fire to be tempered!After the ceremony was over, he turned around and looked at the two girls who had been kneeling behind him, held a scimitar, and said coldly: "Are you all ready? Are you really not regretting it? ——If you have half a point With remorse, this ceremony will be completely useless!"

"Yes!" The two girls replied at the same time, kowtowing heavily, "I will never regret it!" "That's good..." There was a cold expression in the big witch's eyes, and he threw a knife in front of the two beautiful girls, "Yangsang and Moke from Mango, here is a knife, and I just One is needed. One of you picks it up and follows me—the other, needs to give his life now, for the Pact of Blood!" "What?" The two sisters looked up in surprise, their faces pale. Since the Manger tribe was slaughtered by the major general of the broken army more than a year ago, they have been in exile all the way from Susaharu, but the tribes in the Western Wilderness dared not take them in, and finally had to go to the copper palace in Ulan Shahai to join the treasure thief .Although they are still in their prime of seventeen or eighteen, the pair of originally beautiful Mango sisters seem to be ten years older.

Da Wu looked at the pair of sisters coldly, with some kind of malice, as if he also wanted to see the tragedy of brother-in-law killing. Unexpectedly, Yang Sang jumped out and grabbed the knife before her sister recovered from the shock! "Sister?" Moke's voice was hoarse from swallowing charcoal, and she looked at Yangsang in disbelief—she had put life and death aside when she agreed to the great witch to participate in this ceremony as a sacrifice. in the hands of relatives.However, at the next moment, Mo Ke's eyes were shattered in horror—Yang Sang smiled at her, turned the handle of the knife without hesitation, and pierced deeply into his heart!

"Sister!" Mo Ke let out a hoarse exclamation, and rushed over desperately, "Don't!" The knife had been pulled out from her heart, and hot blood spurted out like an arrow, landing on her skirt.When Mo Ke rushed forward to hug her sister, Yang Sang's face was already pale. She held her sister's hand tightly and murmured: "Sister, my feet are useless, and my inconvenient movement will drag you down...so, I Willing to be a sacrifice." "Sister!" Yang Sang raised his head and looked at the blue desert sky, as his life was disappearing rapidly, as if recalling countless past events, with love and hatred surging.Finally, all the expressions in her eyes disappeared, leaving only pure hatred.She closed her eyes and whispered the last words in Mo Ke's arms: "Sister, I will never let Po Jun go!"

"Yes!" Mo Ke hugged her tightly, tears streaming down his face, "Sister will definitely avenge you!" The big witch's cold eyes finally moved, and he took a step forward, looking at the girl in red who was dying in her sister's arms, and pressed her hand on the other's forehead——Yang Sang closed her eyes, and died gradually under the strange spell of the big witch, However, his complexion gradually turned rosy, like a flower blooming. The leaders of the treasure robbers who had been watching the ceremony also lowered their heads. This change was somewhat beyond their expectations.Man Ergo's sister flower was once the most famous beauty in the desert, even the treasure robbers living in Ulan Shahai have heard of it.Now such a peerless and stunning beauty has withered away without a sound.

There was a rustling sound, someone stood up on the chair covered with thick mattresses, Yinger bowed his head to the pair of sisters, and slowly bowed his knees to salute - the treasure robbers around saw the young master's behavior, They also put down their swords one after another, and then saluted the corpse. That devil in the imperial capital... How much hatred is condensed on your body?Now, you probably don't expect that the hatred accumulated in the past is about to gather into a torrent and swallow you up, right? "Sister, have you seen it?" Mo Ke murmured, "Master Yinger promised you... We will definitely do our best and work together to kill that devil!"

"The god saw her sacrifice!" The big witch replied decisively, with a sharp voice, raised her hands and looked up to the sky, "She paid the price in blood, and the god will surely fulfill her wish!" The Sarang eagle hovered in the blue sky, making mournful long and short calls, and wanted to wait for the sky burial to be held and eat the newly dead corpses—however, the great witch did not hold a funeral for the woman in the desert, but turned around, and would have just died. My younger sister pulled her up from her arms and lifted her into the wind! Blood flowed from the red clothes, dyeing the clothes even more blood red, like a blooming red thorn flower.

The stunning girl who once danced to the desert had a dagger in her heart, her slender feet were broken, and her eyes were fixed on the sky, full of unwillingness and hatred—she was dying, and her three souls and seven souls were gradually dissipating from her body. However, that kind of anger, that kind of hatred did not dissipate, but accumulated more and more! "Newly dead souls, Huangquan is not where you want to go! If you hear my call, please circle the holy fire three times!" The big witch stretched out his hand and called out the soul sharply. The ground was silent - the ceremony had entered the most critical moment, no one dared to breathe loudly for fear of disturbing,

As if the wind condensed in an instant, the flame burning on the altar flickered suddenly, flashing on and off three times. "Okay, since you are willing to give up your soul, then go!" The big witch chanted a spell, suddenly pointed at the curtain hanging in the middle of the altar, and said sharply, "Go there! Listen to the call of hatred in your heart!" The wind howled suddenly, so sharp that it pierced everyone's eardrums. The wind surrounding the fire condensed, shot out like a sharp arrow, and disappeared behind the curtain in an instant. No one dared to look up, including Mo Ke.The wind seemed to come from the underworld, rising and falling suddenly - the whole altar instantly returned to calm, only the holy fire was still burning, the big witch bent down and threw Yangsang's body into the fire, his lips moved, Muttering the mantra.

The girl's body was licked by the flames, twisting and convulsing as if alive, and gradually turning into coke.However, her beautiful eyes were always open angrily, looking directly at the blue sky with the light of the fire, full of unwillingness and anger. ——Behind the curtain, a stone statue sat quietly, a pair of eyes opened quietly, and then closed again in an instant. "Thank God...for granting our request." The great witch said in a weary and excited voice, clasped his hands together, and knelt before the fire, "Your servant will serve you forever." Everyone breathed a sigh of relief at this moment, whether they understood the meaning of this ceremony or not, they all bowed their heads deeply to the holy flame.

Xijing and Murongxiu stood on the periphery of the crowd, watched the grand and mysterious ceremony end, and couldn't help but let out a silent sigh - Xihuang would never be understood by them.The yellow sand is vast, the folk customs are complicated, and the unique religion and magic system make all outsiders dumbfounded. How can such magic be used to control the newly dead soul. "It's over?" Murong Xiu whispered. "Yeah." Xijing's eyes were complicated, "Next, it's up to Yinger." Murong Xiu nodded: "The young master will not disappoint us." "Yes, this plan has been going all the way until now, and everyone has never disappointed us," Xijing looked at the burning corpses in the fire, but his eyes were solemn, "One by one, they stood up, made sacrifices, and took whatever they wanted, but there was no one." Back off alone—God is on our side, Murong." "That's right. There are too many crimes committed by breaking the army and killing people, which is enough to be the enemy of the world." Murong Xiu nodded, looked up to the northeast - the dark clouds over the imperial capital, the golden Garuda and the giant white tower stood there, as if It symbolizes that the core of the world is unshakable.However, will those bloody storms accumulating in the sky overwhelm that indestructible White Tower? "Soon..." he whispered, "Po Jun knows the news about the ancient tomb, so he should take action soon." "Yes, Kongsang and Haiguo are also ready." Xijing nodded, "Once the plan starts, the whole Yunhuang will respond." Xijing quietly bypassed the carnival crowd and walked up to the altar.After hesitating for a moment in front of the falling curtain, he finally raised his hand and opened the curtain—behind the dimly lit curtain, lingering fragrance, a white stone statue sat quietly in the darkness, sleeping with its eyes closed, but its face was already pale. subtly different. "Master." Xijing murmured, and knelt down slowly, "The disciple is unworthy, and you will not have peace after death." The stone statue smiled and said nothing, its eyes still closed.