The sharp short sword glowed with cold light, and everyone could feel the cold chill of this sword, it was really a murder weapon. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The short sword was thrown from the hand of Emperor Zhao of Huaqing, and everyone present held their breath and stared, looking at the trajectory of the sword with straight eyes......

The short sword that was supposed to fall to the ground seemed to have spirituality, and flew to the golden essence blood on the altar, and the essence blood seemed to have found its master, and the golden light shrouded the entire altar with dazzling light!

What's going on?

Everyone was shocked, it turned out that the process of succession was so magical, no wonder those who participated in it said that they had seen miracles!

Wushuang also widened her eyes and looked at the ball of essence blood without blinking, she could feel the traction of the ancestral bloodline, which was the connection of the same Huaqing clan, compared to the eldest brother and the second brother, she also felt this way.

Wushuang's heart is hot, she can feel her blood boiling, she has heard about the curse of the Huaqing clan, but she doesn't know the specific reason, I'm afraid this reaction is also related to the fact that she is the only woman in the Huaqing clan in a hundred years!

The golden blood boiled and screamed, as if it wanted to break through the shackles that bound it!

Suddenly, the golden liquid rose into the air, and all of it dipped into the short sword that was still hanging in the air, and disappeared.

At the same time, the changes in the dagger were clearly visible, and the tenacity that had been glowing with cold light became transparent, and the golden liquid flowed in it, and the trajectory of the flow of those liquids could be seen from the outside.

Demonic, pretty......

Everyone stared at the dagger floating above without blinking, for fear that if one didn't notice it, something new would happen.

Really...... After being tempered with blood, the dagger completely turned into a translucent gold, shining in the sun.

It moves!

The unmanned short sword flies through the air, and although it is beautiful, it is extremely fierce!

It seemed to be choosing its own goal, as if it had its own consciousness, and Wushuang looked at it fixedly, it had affected Wushuang's mind, making her feel a restless power.

What to do?

Wushuang clutched his chest, and his inadvertent little face wrinkled into a ball......

What to do, what to do?

The dagger was getting farther and farther away from her, it seemed to be targeted, and Musou was less and less affected.

Father! Its goal is the Father!

Wushuang was shocked, and Qing Ran, who saw that something was wrong with her, grabbed her sleeve, "Don't worry, your father will be fine!" ”

"Really? But, it ......" expressed her uneasiness incoherently.

"This is the process of the sacrifice, just wait and see what happens!" Qingran pulled her to her side and gently comforted her.

Puff, puff, puff......

Wushuang could hear her own heartbeat, and she seemed to be able to hear the heartbeat of everyone here, and she watched it all nervously......

The short sword flew in front of Emperor Zhao of Huaqing and stabbed him in the chest!

！！！

Father!

Wushuang's eyes were dark, and he didn't care about any sacrifices or rituals, so he thought about rushing to Emperor Zhao's side!

The sleeve was pulled hard, and Wushuang was also held in Qingran's arms to block her movements.

"What are you doing!" Wushuang questioned angrily, this person must have been uneasy and kind from the beginning!

"Wait!" Qingran turned Wushuang's body and let her continue to look at the cruel scene in front of her.

At this moment, there was an uproar around the altar, and the onlookers didn't know how to react, and the younger ones were already stunned, how could their heroic emperor?

They can't take it!

The old ones have red eyes, and they hold back the tears in their eyes, alas~ It's like this every time, every time the emperor has to experience such pain!

What a wickedness! Why did God be so cruel to the Huaqing clan? Each of their kings has worked hard, if it weren't for them, Hualing would have been a dead place!

God, why are you so harsh!

The short sword stayed in Emperor Zhao's body for a moment, and slowly pulled it out again, and Wushuang realized that something was wrong at this time.

Why do all people look like they are commonplace?

Finally, the short sword that turned red came out of Emperor Zhao's chest completely, Emperor Zhao's face was as pale as paper, but the wound on his chest did not bleed at all!

"Take the blood of my Huaqing clan as a sacrifice, and bless Hualing with prosperity and prosperity!" Emperor Zhao shouted this sentence with a pale face, this is the oath of the Huaqing clan, and it is also the curse of the Huaqing clan.

Wushuang felt powerlessness for the first time, Hua Qing's curse, this was the first time she intuitively felt the heavy burden on Hua Qing's body, but she couldn't do anything......

What she has to face is too powerful, Wushuang doesn't even have the qualifications to know the other party now, and all she can do now is fight for the future of the Huaqing clan!

The dagger returned to the altar with new blood, the bright red blood bewitching the ghost, stimulating everyone's eyeballs.

Qing Ran let go of the stunned Wushuang, stretched out his hand and pinched a spell, the spell caused by the true qi hit the short sword just now, and the golden red blood slowly flowed out from the sword and peeled off......

In a few breaths, the short sword lost consciousness and turned into that quaint weapon again, looking ordinary, but now no one dares to treat it as an ordinary weapon anymore!

The blood was mixed together, covering the entire altar, glowing with bright red with golden light, looking at the demon smelt ghost, the clear magic trick hit the ball of blood again, and the originally calm blood began to tumble and boil......

"Condensation!"

Seeing the opportunity, Qingran didn't dare to delay, the word "coagulation" came out, and the boiling blood slowly coagulated into a blood-red crystal.

About the size of a woman's fist, the surface is smooth and round, and the faint amber gold wraps the blood red in the middle, such a piece of crystal is amazingly beautiful, and it feels like it is about to sink when you look at it.

It turns out that this is how the protection of the Huaqing clan came from?

Wushuang remembered that he had seen such a crystal on Dao Yan's body before, and when he touched it, even his breath was exactly the same, Dao Yan once told himself that it was the protection of the Huaqing clan, the lifeblood of Huaqing, was it like this?

Is it true that his eldest brother, his second brother, and her will become a part of this spar in the future?

Qingran looked at the stabilized spar, Shi Shiran stepped forward, gently picked it up with his clean white fingers, and held it in his hand.

The dazzling sunlight pierced through it, and after refraction, the dazzling brilliance filled the entire altar, and everyone present could feel the light it emitted.

Warm, that's the power of life!

In about a quarter of an hour, the brilliant light turned into small dots of light and disappeared.

They did not disappear, but entered the bodies of everyone present, and they felt the breath of the flow of life......

This is the blessing on the following ceremony, with the blood of the Huaqing clan as a sacrifice, with the magic of the national teacher, in exchange for the blessing of heaven, this is the only salvation for the outcast......