High in the air on the Aeolus platform.

The Wind and Snow Vortex, the Storm Vortex and the Wind and Fire Vortex constantly absorb the power of the demon spirits from the Great Demon transformed by the White Feather Saintess, the Blue Feather Saint Maiden, and the Red Feather Holy Maiden.

The three vortex finished glyphs, between which there are shining spirit patterns connected, the spirit patterns rotate, and the runes wander around, forming a behemoth formation.

"Demon Array-Three Feather Demon Psychic Array!"

The time of thirty breaths is up.

Bang!

With a loud bang, the void shook suddenly, like a thunder god swinging a hammer, and in the center of the psychic array, a purple thunderbolt appeared.

The thunder changed from fine to coarse, and then from coarse to fine.

The people watching under the Fengshen Stage, holding their breath, stared at the sky above the Fengshen Stage.

Great Wizard Zhu Ronglie held the three-feather staff high in his right hand and shouted loudly: "Purple thunder is here, and the wind god is here." ”

Everyone present became even more nervous.

The Wind God is a very powerful artifact, which can bring infinite reserves of wind spirit minerals to the Flying Feather Alliance area, as well as violent wind disasters.

Everyone's heart is both respectful and afraid of the wind god.

Then something puzzling happened.

After the purple thunder, the "Wind God" did not appear in the psychic array, but became quiet, and the silence was terrifying.

Great Wizard Zhu Ronglie frowned, and the shadow of the flame jumped in his eyes, and shouted, "Three holy women, please hold on a little longer." ”

High in the sky, the Red Sparrow Demon, the White Luan Demon and the Golden Eagle Demon transformed from the three holy maidens let out the cries of birds and beasts in unison.

Chirp –

Chirp –

Chirp –

The voice was loud, like an oath-sworn sword piercing the void, full of fighting spirit and unyielding.

Bai Yutian, the patriarch of the White Feather Tribe, was full of nervousness on his face, she looked up at the Bailuan Demon in the sky, and silently recited the number in her heart, "Thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three......

Every time he counted a number, it was like a sharp blade piercing her chest, making Bai Yutian feel suffocated.

"Quiet, hold on. ”

Thirty-five breaths are up.

The white luan demon in the sky let out a wail, and the wind and snow were sad. The body of the great demon quickly converged, turning into Bai Yujing's original appearance.

Bai Yujing's body fell from the sky, and the white clothes were messy and helpless.

She landed on the Aeolus platform, her body shaking and slumping to the ground. There were silver streaks of light flickering on the surface of her skin, as if they were about to crack, and her body had reached its limit, and she could collapse at any time.

Bai Yujing's eyes were full of tears, self-blame, unwillingness, panic, and all kinds of emotions were entangled.

At this moment, Xu Yang's voice came from Bai Yujing's ears in time: "Bai Yujing, don't panic, use the Qingtan Buddha seal I painted on the palm of your hand to stabilize your body, and you should be fine." ”

"It's Xu Yang!" Bai Yujing's state of mind calmed down, his hands were folded, and the Qingtan Buddha Seal in the palm of his left hand flashed suddenly, and the remaining Qingtan mana on it was completely dispersed.

On the surface of her body, a tall green sandalwood leaf appeared in the Dharma Phase, exuding a powerful Buddhist enchantment power, making her disordered body quickly calm and not collapse.

At this time, Bai Yutian's voice sounded in Bai Yujing's ears: "Jing, don't panic, quickly cast the White Feather Soul Stabilizing Spell I passed on to you." ”

Bai Yujing had some strength, she crossed her knees and closed her eyes, ran the White Feather Soul Stabilization Mantra, and there were white feathers flying on the surface of her body, and her body gradually soothed.

Bai Yutian under the Fengshen stage shook his head slightly, "This is already her limit." I hope the wind god can appear next, otherwise ......"

There was still no movement in the psychic array high in the sky, calm as a terrifying abyss.

Cang Yujie, the patriarch of the Cangyu tribe, also became more and more ugly, he clenched the eagle claw staff in his hand, and silently recited in his heart: "Lord Fengshen, please come, the feather god blesses, Cangyu Ran is safe." ”

Thirty-seven breaths are up.

The Golden Eagle Demon in the sky let out a wail, his body shook, and his golden light feathers were messy. The body of the big demon converged immediately, revealing the body of Cang Yuran.

At this moment, Cang Yuran's eyes were cloudy, and the whole person fell into a semi-comatose state, falling straight down from the sky.

At this moment, a cloud of silver thunder flashed in midair. The silver thunder converged, revealing the ontology of Cang Yuzhi.

Cang Yuzhi hugged Cang Yuran's waist, and then landed steadily on the Fengshen platform.

"Brother. Cang Yuran's vision became blurred, but the warmth was familiar to her, and the corners of her mouth hooked into a smile.

Cang Yuzhi hurriedly helped Cang Yuran, and then sat behind Cang Yuran, with a pair of palms on the back of Cang Yuran's shoulders.

Cang Yuzhi spared no effort, the demon blood in his body boiled, and a pair of huge goshawk wings were born behind him.

Half-demonized!

There was a trace of silver thunder rolling on the surface of his arms, and powerful soul power was injected into Cang Yuran's body.

Cang Yuran's cloudy gaze became clear.

Under the stage of the wind god.

Cang Yujie, the patriarch of the Cangyu tribe, sighed lightly: "Hey." The god of wind still did not appear. The time of thirty-seven breaths is already the limit of Cang Yuran's great demon body, but fortunately, Cang Yuzhi made a timely move, otherwise Cang Yuran's body would most likely collapse. ”

Great Wizard Zhu Ronglie saw Cang Yuzhi jump onto the Fengshen Stage, and whispered to himself: "There is a special ban on flying feathers on the altar in the middle of the Fengshen Platform, and only those who are under the age of half a jiazi and have the power of the flying feather demon spirit can climb it. Looking at the entire Flying Feather Alliance, except for the three holy maidens, only the Cangyu Zhi of the Cangyu tribe can do this. Cang Yuzhi's soul power and control of the power of the Flying Feather Demon Spirit have reached an extremely high level. If Soba was a girl, he would be one of the most powerful saints of all time. ”

Zhu Ronglie's gaze fell on the Red Sparrow Demon in the sky again, "The Wind God has not yet appeared, so it can only rely on the efforts of the Red Feather Goose alone." But in this case, unless she is extremely lucky, it is difficult for her to summon the wind god on her own. ”

Zhu Ronglie's face seemed to be covered with frost, and he was extremely cold.

The time of forty breaths has come.

As Zhu Ronglie expected, the red finch demon in the sky reached its limit. The Red Sparrow Demon finally flapped his wings with all his might, and let out the wind and fire of the day. The body quickly converges, revealing the body of the red feather goose.

The red feather goose was unwilling, but there was nothing he could do.

Her body landed on the surface of the Fengshen platform, and the corners of her mouth overflowed with red lines. She hurriedly took out the magic weapon Red Feather Nirvana Furnace with both hands.

The Red Feather Nirvana Furnace emitted the power of the Nirvana fireworks, and was sucked into the mouth and nose by the Red Feather Goose. Her trembling body gradually stabilized.

"Fortunately, there is the magic weapon Red Feather Nirvana Furnace, otherwise my body would have collapsed. Akabane Goose rejoiced.

High in the air.

Without the infusion of the power of the three saintess and demons, the three-feather demon psychic array used to channel the spirit of the wind god would have no eyes, and the power of the psychic spirit would become weak.

The audience was silent.

Everyone knows what it means in their hearts.

The summoning of the wind god failed, and the next step was the cruel sacrifice of the Holy Maiden.

Great Wizard Zhu Ronglie looked up at the psychic array in the sky and the void without a trace of wind, and looked disappointed.

"The god of wind does not come out, and the saint sacrifices. Great Wizard Zhu Ronglie leaned over to the Fengshen Platform and shouted.

"The god of wind does not come out, and the saint sacrifices. ”

"The god of wind does not come out, and the saint sacrifices. ”

The crowd of wizards under the Fengshen stage raised their arms and shouted, everyone was as excited as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, and there was no sadness to see.

Xu Yang's brows furrowed, and a sadness suddenly rose in his heart: "According to what Bai Yujing told me before." If the Great Demon Array is unable to successfully summon the Wind God, it means that this blessing has not been approved by the Feather God who lives in the "Flying Feather Heavenly Palace". Without the help of the feather god, it would have been impossible for the wind god to descend. Next

Come, it is necessary to sacrifice the life of one, if not all, of the saints in order to be approved by the feather god. What kind of blessing ritual is this, it is simply an unreasonable ignorant killing. ”

Xu Yang looked at the three holy maidens and Cang Yuzhi on the altar in the center of Fengshentai, and the energetic life made people feel kind.

Xu Yang looked up at the sky again, empty and cold.

"Flying Feather Heavenly Palace, where the Feather God exists. The feather god who lives somewhere in the cold void, does he really know that the warmth and coldness of the world and the preciousness of life?" Xu Yang's eyes flickered.

The ritual of sacrificing life existed throughout the Zhongyuan Continent.

Usually the lives of cattle, sheep, pigs and other livestock are sacrificed to pray for the blessing of the gods.

And the ritual of sacrificing the lives of the living is called the doomsday sacrifice. Only when there is an apocalyptic scene that cannot be reversed, will it be attempted.

But this ritual of sacrificing the lives of the living often does not change anything. It has been banned in the Northern Regions, but it is still preserved in the Southern Regions. In the eyes of the people of the North, sacrificing human life is the work of barbarians. And in the eyes of the people of the Southern Regions, sacrificing human life is the sacred ritual closest to God.

Whoosh –

Two figures flickered.

Bai Yutian, the patriarch of the White Feather Tribe, and Cang Yujie, the patriarch of the Cangyu Tribe, also came to the Fengshen Platform.

Zhu Ronglie looked at the two opposites and said, "The two patriarchs, the wind god has never appeared. I think this has something to do with the recent occurrence of typhoons. It is still unknown whether the highest feather god in the Flying Feather Heavenly Palace did not sense the most pious prayer of the Flying Feather Clan, or whether the wind god became crazy because of his condition. But then, we can only sacrifice the life of the saint according to the rules of the ritual of welcoming and sending off the wind god. ”

Bai Yutian nodded, his gaze firm, and said, "The three holy maidens are the most valuable wealth of the Flying Feather Alliance. Their existence is to communicate with the feather god and pray for blessings and blessings for the flying feather clan. It is their destiny and great honor to be able to give their lives in the ceremony. ”

The eagle claw staff clutched in Cang Yujie's right hand struck on his left palm, and there was pain. Maybe that's what keeps him calm.

Cang Yujie said: "I remember the last time there was a sacrifice to the Holy Maiden in the ceremony of welcoming and sending off the Wind God, it was ten years ago. The saintess who was sacrificed that time was from the White Feather Tribe, her name was White Feather Lan, and the entire Flying Feather Clan always remembered her dedication. This time, it will be up to Providence to decide which of the three holy daughters, Cang Yuran, Bai Yu Jing and Red Feather Goose, needs to be the first to sacrifice their lives. ”

Zhu Ronglie's eyes were resolute, he touched his bald head with his hand, and then said, "Without further ado, according to the previous rules, it will be decided by lot." ”

"Please give a holy sign. Zhu Ronglie ordered loudly.

Under the Fengshen stage, several wizards immediately carried a stick made of cowhide prepared in advance.

In the sticker, there are three feather arrows, the tip of the arrow is inside, and the arrow feather is outside.

Zhu Ronglie, Bai Yutian and Cang Yujie gathered around the side of the stick.

Zhu Ronglie said: "On the tips of the three feather arrows, there are three pieces of paper tied to each other, on which are written one, two, three. The order of the numbers is the order in which the life of the saint is sacrificed until the end of the Aeolum ceremony. The best result is to sacrifice the life of only one saint and summon the god of wind. And the worst result is that all three saints sacrifice their lives, and the wind god does not come out. Let's look forward to the best. ”

Bai Yu Tiandao: "Let's count down to three together, and each of us grabbed one of the feather arrows, representing the holy daughter of our own tribe." ”

Cang Yujie said: "Let's start." ”

The figures of the three people quickly fled around the sticker. Faster and faster, such as a three-color tornado.

Three, two, one.

Zhu Ronglie, Bai Yutian and Cang Yujie stopped almost at the same time.

The wind and fire are burning, the wind and snow are swaying, and the wind and sand are flying.

Each of the three men held a feathered arrow in his hand.

The fate of the three holy women!