Sivir maintained this position for a long time, her hair hanging down, and if you didn't look closely, it was hard to even notice that the hanging hair was swaying slightly. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It's like, Sivir's heart is shaking slightly.

In the meantime, Azir didn't bother her, and waited quietly.

It's like a young father, patiently waiting for his daughter to answer the questions asked.

Sivir was messed up, and she began to recall everything along the way.

Since that dream, Sivir hesitated for a long time, every time she saw the little round wheel, Azir's words would ring in her head, maybe it was really the same blood of the sun god flowing in her blood, Sivir finally chose to do what Azir said.

After Sivir determined his position, he began to plan how to steal the Sun Golden Sutra from the Giant God Peak, and to get out of it with his whole body, which was not an ordinary difficulty.

Among the many materials she had received from the mercenary organization, Sivir had come across a profile of the man she was looking for—Diana!

This woman who defected from the Giant God Peak.

Sivir quickly got in touch with the former Sun Clan, and made a condition that Diana couldn't refuse, and the two hit it off, thus planning the scene on the altar of Jiagangtan.

The most difficult step has been taken, not to mention, just a little blood.

"What will I do with my blood?"

Sivir carefully placed the hard-won Resurrection Sutra on the ground, and then expertly removed the Crossblade from behind him.

"I will open the rune formation of this spell, the Resurrection Sutra is the center of this spell, just drop your blood on the Resurrection Sutra!"

Azir didn't seem shocked by Sivir's reaction, and he simply told Sivir what to do next.

"Let's get started." Sivir said softly.

"Okay."

After Azir's simple response, the yellow sand around the Resurrection Sutra placed on the ground began to be driven by an invisible force, with the Resurrection Sutra as the center, a complex magic circle drawn with Ascension Runes, formed out of thin air.

Sivir was unpretentious, holding the cross blade in his right hand, and the palm of his left hand slashed hard at the edge of the cross blade.

The red blood instantly overflowed from Sivir's white palm, and Sivir withdrew the cross blade back expressionlessly as if he didn't feel pain, and then pressed the broken palm on the resurrection scripture!

The golden scriptures, touching the blood of the lost gods, glow with a furious golden light.

Sivir's blood slowly flowed down the resurrection scripture into the yellow sand circle below, and the gray and yellow sand absorbed all the blood that flowed down, turning into a terrifying black, and the black stains kept expanding.

"Now, quick, say the spell in your head!"

As soon as Azir finished speaking, a withered corpse rose from the yellow sand next to him and floated directly above the entire magic circle, which was the ghost body he had carefully prepared to carry his spirit.

Sivir endured the excruciating pain of being sucked into her blood by the Resurrection Sutra, and began to recite the incantation that had appeared in her spiritual sea.

"Amunla, Amundy, Suvay Ahaup! Somas Pio! ”

The jerky incantation, recited from Sivir's mouth, the crazy energy, from the resurrection of the true scripture as the center of the array, soared into the sky!

"Ahh

Sivir roared in pain, her hand pressed on the Resurrection Sutra, and at this moment, it withered and shrank at a terrifying speed, and her life essence was being frantically extracted!

And at this time, the red blood light representing the 'essence blood' and the green life light representing the 'vitality' were rotated and entangled under the action of the formation, turning into a belt of rebirth and injecting into the dry ghost body above the magic circle.

The originally dry ghost body absorbed essence and qi, and the shriveled black and thin body began to gradually become fuller.

"Imatiin, Supiskuwe!"

Azir in the Sun Wheel anxiously recited the part of the spell that belonged to him, this incantation should have been recited after the ghost body returned to a normal body, but he saw Sivir who had been drained of life by this forbidden spell, and he couldn't watch Sivir die, not only because he had made a promise to her, but also because they had the same blood!

The blue spirit, which represented the 'spirit' that had been sealed by Azir for thousands of years, was unsealed from the gray golden sun wheel and flew towards the ghost body that still looked a little dry!

Red! Green! Blue! Mix it up!

Essence! Gas! God! All in one!

In that gradually plump body, the former Yellow Emperor of the Desert, the descendant of the Sun God, Azir! Resurrection is coming!

First his consciousness gradually awakened in this strange body, and then his body, his limbs moving as he pleased.

Azir has returned from a millennia of past and has been resurrected in a ray of light!

Sivir witnessed this great moment when she was about to fall unconscious, and then her world went dark.

Losing the support of the suction, Sivir's body fell backwards.

At that moment, a scarred arm caught her horizontally, and she fell on her shoulder.

The devastated arm is Azir's new body, which looks very terrifying, in order to save Sivir's life and ended the resurrection ceremony early, he gave up his reborn body and was resurrected as a half-human and half-ghost, and Azir can clearly feel that because of the forced interruption of the reincarnation spell, his and her lives seem to be connected because of some connection.

But Azir did not regret it, for when he saw Sivir and looked at her angular cheeks, he saw his former self in the daughter of Shurima.

At that moment, he didn't think about any emperors and ceremonies, he only knew that Sivir needed his help, and if he wanted to continue to live, he also needed Sivir to continue to live.

Azir understands that he must save Sivir, and then, together, they save all of Shurima!

Azir picked up the resurrection scripture with the blood of Sivir with one hand, and closed the resurrection scripture with a snap, and at the same time, the yellow sand on the ground seemed to be lightly floated by this muffled order, and attached to Azir's torn body, making this body not difficult to see.

Azir silently looked at the slightly satisfying figure, then picked up Sivir by the waist and walked towards the Shinto.

Azir didn't look at the scenery of the entire empire, he only looked at the string of small footprints in front of him, and carefully followed this series of footprints, step by step.

On Shinto, heavy footsteps sounded again, but instead of a clicking sound, it was a rustling sound.

"Now we will be the writers of history, you don't need to follow, but you must witness, fate, in our hands."