Ling Zhan stood on the high platform, his expression was Lingran, his white clothes were fierce, his eyes flashed with an extremely sharp light, and he said loudly: "The Ancient Forbidden Array is about to open, friends who don't want to be affected, you can leave by yourself, the old man will never stop you!" ”

One after another, some people began to leave the scene at a rapid pace.

And others, who had some friendship with Ling Zhan, but were greedy for life and afraid of death, had an extremely tangled look on their faces, they hesitated for a while, hesitated for a while, and still said goodbye and left.

In the end, the number of people left in the huge mourning hall hall was sharply reduced from thousands to hundreds.

The Ancient Forbidden Array began to activate.

The hands of the eight people around the formation began to seal rapidly, and the dazzling silver light, centered on the coffin, began to emerge in circles one by one.

The extremely complex ancient formations began to be constantly outlined in the air, one after another, constantly intertwined, like countless thorns.

Among the remaining hundreds of people, looking at the terrifying Ancient Forbidden Array, they also began to gradually leave the scene.

In the end, there were no more than a hundred people left in the entire venue.

Half of them are from the Ling family and the Mu family.

Ling Zhan's eyes stared fixedly at that ancient formation, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and he shouted loudly: "It's almost time, go to the sacrifice!" ”

"Sacrifices? What sacrifice? Mu Ranran, who was in the audience, looked at his father in great surprise, "Dad, what's the matter with the sacrifice?" ”

Mu Yuanshan's expression was calm, and even the gentle and elegant smile on his face disappeared, and said: "All forbidden arts, you must pay a price, and the price of the ancient forbidden art is a hundred years of lifespan in the human world." ”

Mu Ranran's pupils suddenly dilated, and he looked at his father in disbelief, and said, "How can this be?" In order to ask about the whereabouts of Cousin Luo, he sacrificed other people's lives? Even if Cousin Luo hadn't died, if she knew......"

Mu Yuanshan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he interrupted his favorite daughter's words in a deep voice, and said, "That sacrifice, he is willing." ”

"Willingly? How can it be? Who is it? Mu Ranran's hands were trembling, and a layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Mu Yuanshan didn't speak, his eyes drifted to the path on the east side.

Mu Ranran's gaze drifted over, and he saw more than a dozen Ling family soldiers, carrying a sedan chair, and a young man sitting in it.

A breeze blew and blew the wooden curtains on both sides of the sedan chair, revealing the young man's side face.

Probably thirteen years old.

A very beautiful young man.

Just one glance is enough to astonish.

What is the most beautiful man in the Xijiu Kingdom, His Royal Highness Chen Moxuan, in front of him, it is nothing at all.

Mu Ranran once thought that the most beautiful man he had ever seen was Luo Ge with a pair of ice blue melancholy eyes, but now that he compares it, the young man in front of him compares Luo Ge.

"Who is he?" Mu Ranran's heart was pounding, and a trace of regret crossed her eyes, "Why are you willing to die for Cousin Luo?" ”

Mu Yuanshan's eyes darkened, and he said in a deep voice: "Listening to General Ling, it seems that it is a little brother that Luo'er recognized in Jiulan Academy, and his name is ...... What's it called? ”

"Hmm......" Mu Yuanshan thought for a moment, frowned slightly, and said, "That boy's name, one word, just can't remember." ”

Mu Ranran's eyes widened suddenly.