"Hey, hey, hey, I said you all be gentle, treat girls so roughly, you will be damned!"

In Yan Qingyu's shouting, she was put on a stone tool by several Wu clan men and tied high to the stone pillar. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Yan Qingyu was tied to the top of the stone pillar in a green robe, and looked at some witches who were making sacrifices around stone tools under the altar with a hippie smile.

These shamans were dressed in strange clothes, wearing hideous masks, and wearing bells, and chanted obscure words as they walked around the altar.

Yan Qingyu couldn't understand those obscure languages at all, and it was also the language of the Wu clan, which was not known to outsiders.

Around the square, there were a group of onlookers, under the light of the countless braziers that had been erected, looking at Yan Qingyu, some people had some respect in their expressions, but more just wanted to see the excitement.

The two Wu women who took care of Yan Qingyu's daily life leaned together, exchanged their heads and ears, and threw a few worried glances at Yan Qingyu from time to time, obviously worried about whether this ceremony would have an accident and harm Yan Qingyu's life.

"I hope the green feather girl has a good life. The tall and lanky woman sighed, "Honestly...... I'd be sad if something happened to her. ”

"Me too. Another woman muttered under her breath.

"It's just an outsider, what's so sad about it. A slightly sharp female voice sounded, but it was Lan Zhi with a poisonous snake coiled around her shoulder.

The tall and thin woman was a little annoyed, and snorted coldly: "No wonder some people can't find a man." ”

Although Lan Zhi is a sub-saint woman, their clan has always been upright, and if there is any unhappiness, they mostly say it and do not hide it.

Lan Zhi sneered a few times, ignoring the women, and instead looked to the south.

The high platform on the south side is connected to the huge round stone tool by a bamboo bridge, and there are already three people standing on the high platform, two standing side by side in front and one person slightly behind.

Standing on the front and left is an old man in a wide black robe with a wooden staff, who is the high priest of the Wu clan and the patriarch of the Wu clan.

On the right hand side of the drama is an old woman who describes a withered old woman, who walks tremblingly and majestically, as if she will fall at any time, it is the Gu Po Qin Xia of the Wu Clan.

Behind the drama and Qin Xia was the saintess Fang Qiong, who was dressed in plain clothes, her face was slightly nervous, and she didn't seem to be so relaxed.

On the lower level of the high platform were the twelve elders of the Wu Clan, all waiting silently.

Yan Qingyu's clothes rustled in the night breeze, and she looked around expectantly, but she didn't see a familiar face.

She sighed faintly, she used to think that a master would come to save her when something happened, so she acted recklessly, but now, she realized that she was really too nonsense.

"Old thing, if you don't come to save me, you'll be dead when I go back. ”

Yan Qingyu muttered in a low voice.

Not everyone will show up when they need it, and even the master can't show up in time every time.

Yan Qingyu really wanted to make a big fuss, but now she was not only blocked in the meridians, she couldn't even take a step now except for being able to turn her head and look around.

I can only ask God for blessing, everything is going well, Yan Qingyu thought to himself.

The ancient Sanskrit chanting of the Wu clan came to an abrupt end, and the witches worshipping under the stage immediately dispersed, and twelve priests dressed in various colors stood evenly around the altar, and a solemn atmosphere suddenly enveloped the four fields.

The noisy crowd held their breath and raised their heads to look at the high platform and look at their patriarch.

Wet drama took a step slowly, raised his hands slightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Compatriots, the sacred relics of our Wu clan, after countless years of being revealed, have finally returned to the arms of our clan again, and this is the guidance of the ancestors of our clan in the heavenly spirit in the underworld. ”

As the drama said, all the people of the Wu clan also reverently closed their eyes, thanking the spirit of the ancestors for their guidance.

"I know that some people don't agree with the risks we're taking. Although we do not believe in the etiquette and morality of the Central Plains, it is a mistake to seek one's own benefit by threatening the lives of others, and this is a principle that is universally applicable. But how can the sacred relics of my people still be revealed in the hands of outsiders? For the sake of the dignity of my people, all these sins will be borne by me. ”

"Whatever the outcome, I ask everyone to remember this girl who may have been killed by me - she is the benefactor of our Wu clan, and her kindness should be remembered for generations to come. ”

As she spoke, she really bent down to Yan Qingyu and bowed deeply.

Under the leadership of the drama, all the witches bent down and bowed their heads in front of Yan Qingyu to show their respect.

Yan Qingyu rolled his eyes and shouted loudly: "Hey, old horseman, if you have the ability, why didn't you go to the White Emperor thousands of years ago to ask for it, why didn't you go to others to ask for it before, and now you bully me for weakness, and you say it so righteously." You witch clan, you are a group of cowards who bully the weak and fear the hard!"

Yan Qingyu stuck out his tongue as he spoke, mocking as much as he could.

Completely ignoring Yan Qingyu's ridicule, he raised his head, stomped the weight in his hand lightly, and said, "The ceremony begins." ”

Fang Qiong's eyebrows trembled slightly, she looked at Yan Qingyu, and then turned her head away.

Yan Qingyu pursed his lips and watched coldly as the twelve elders began to chant obscure incantations in unison, and those incantations began to sound like gnats, but they gradually became thunderous and deafening.

With the chanting of the incantation, Yan Qingyu felt that the stone tool under his feet began to tremble, and the liquid full of patterns on the stone tool seemed to be constantly heated, and gradually tumbled.

The three-foot-three-foot black-striped banner on a red background planted behind the twelve elders suddenly raised itself without wind, and a roar of anger came from the banner, and then one by one red phantoms also stood behind the priest, merging with the banner.

With the incantation, the twelve phantoms gradually solidified, and the roar became louder and louder throughout the universe, and the birds in the sky were all shocked to the ground.

Several people from the Wu clan near the high platform looked at each other, and they always felt that they felt something extremely ominous, and they couldn't help but feel a little hairy all over their bodies.

What the hell is going on here?

There was a glimmer of light in his cloudy eyes, and he slowly walked onto the bamboo bridge, stepping in the air, ripples spreading from his toes.

The drama walked to Yan Qingyu's side with a trembling step, facing Yan Qingyu face to face.

"Miss Yan, I'm offended. He said in a low voice, but he didn't give Yan Qingyu a chance to speak, so he put his thin left hand on Yan Qingyu's forehead and recited the ancient and obscure incantation.

Yan Qingyu felt that her body was very uncomfortable, and there was a force that seemed to swell her open, making her unbearable all over, and the pores of her body were gradually soaked with blood.

A verdant light appeared between Yan Qingyu's forehead and the palm of the play.

The drama began to slowly retract, and from the verdant blue light, a young sapling appeared, verdant, each leaf slightly curled, as if he had just woken up from a lazy sleep.

Yan Qingyu began to feel bursts of indescribable pain, which made her consciousness blur for a moment, leaving only an unconscious moan, and the blood that continued to leach slowly flowed down the patterns on the stone pillars, dripping into the patterns of the stone tools.

"Tick-"

The blood dripped into the stone tools, and it spread rapidly, causing the liquid that was already boiling to tumble violently, making a "gurgling" sound, and wisps of breath evaporated.

In the transpiring mist, the twelve phantoms suddenly began to stride through the void, step by step from the void, slowly walking towards the center of the stone tool.

Every step they took seemed to be trampling on the earth, making a dull rumbling sound.

"Hey, hey, what the hell is this!" The dull boom woke up Yan Qingyu, who was a little unconscious, and the sapling that had already appeared between her and the drama suddenly retracted her eyebrows, and Yan Qingyu shouted loudly, "You didn't tell me that I was going to shed so much blood!"

Fang Qiong looked at the painful look that appeared on Yan Qingyu's bloodless face, and her eyebrows couldn't help but tremble, how could this be?

How can it seem so cruel?

Why did Qiguan retract back into Yan Qingyu's body by himself, didn't Qiguan actually want to come back?

"Ahh

Is it really so painful, and it is too cruel for a fourteen-year-old child to bear such pain, right?

"Stop!" a sharp scolding suddenly sounded, "Do you know what you're doing!"

A white light flew and fell, appearing in the night sky, it was a woman in white clothes and silver hair, wearing copper snake earrings, and naked snow-white feet.

"Holy Maiden Qin Xue!"

An old man who had been alive more than 300 years ago couldn't help but look shocked when he looked at the woman who suddenly appeared, and he cried out in a lost voice.

More than 300 years ago, thieves broke into the Witch Kingdom to steal the 10,000-year-old ice essence, and the then Holy Maiden Qin Xue pursued first, and then the Holy Maiden Qin Xia also rushed to support.

Soon after, Qin Xia returned wounded, and brought the news that the Holy Maiden Qin Xue had died in battle.

No one doubted the news that Qin Xia had brought back.

Because Qin Xia is Qin Xue's own sister, they are twin sisters, sisters who have been inseparable since childhood, they can share everything, and even twin sisters who made a vow to marry the same man back then.

But at this moment, the figure that suddenly appeared in the air, that costume, was clearly the Qin Xue Holy Maiden who went to chase the thief more than three hundred years ago.

Qin Xue Holy Maiden, is she really alive?

One after another suspicious eyes fell on Qin Xia.

Qin Xue is still alive, and Qin Xia is naturally the most suspicious person.

Qin Xia narrowed his somewhat cloudy eyes, and whispered to himself: "It's been more than three hundred years, and it's been here after all." ”