On the dark stream and moonless sea, the sound of blessings is undulating, and countless points of light shine.

It was a lamp, a myriad of lit lamps, one by one floating on the stream and the sea, like the vast stars in the sky.

However, the strange thing is that no matter how rough the waves are and how turbulent the wind is, these lanterns floating on the stream and sea will always be lit up.

And as if nailed to the surface of the sea by some magical force, it remained motionless and maintained its original arrangement.

The sea of the stream is bustling with activity, and a group of people are carrying out a fanatical ritual around a towering altar.

A group of people jumped wildly around a huge fire, the drums rumbled, the flames jumped, and in the firelight, I saw a group of people wearing hideous masks facing the sacrificial platform in the middle of the island, and suddenly knelt down.

They weren't ordinary people, everyone wore a wide white robe of a strange totem, and they moved in unison, and when they crawled on the ground, the saber pinned to their waists made a screeching sound on the ground.

In the flames and lights, the eyes of this group of people were calm and sharp, crazy and hot, like a group of bloodthirsty demon beasts.

And on the high platform in the center, sat twelve people in black robes, they wore clothes tattooed with strange totems, and wore high crowns.

Each of them held a jade slip in his hand, and his robes fluttered in the sea breeze, like statues floating on the sea.

They gaze at the blue sky, their eyes deep and fiery, as if they are looking at a lover in love.

However, among these motionless people, there was a young man in his twenties, one hand silently flying rapidly under his robe, the speed was amazing, he was holding a snow-white paper in his hand, he was folding things with the paper, only to see that the paper in his hand would become a paper crane, a butterfly, and a boat.

The man was bored playing with the paper in his hand, but his face was serious, and he continued to sit upright.

"Fang Yuan, why do you still look like this, don't you know the importance of this ceremony?"

An old man, seeing the playful behavior of the young man's subordinates, couldn't help but shout.

"High priest, don't worry, this sacrifice, there will be no problem with me, you, you are just too cautious, stretch yourself so tightly, aren't you tired?"

Fang Yuan looked at the High Priest and couldn't help but mutter.

"You, as the chief elder of the twelve guardian elders, you don't even have the consciousness of being a chief elder at all, how can this Immortal Spirit Palace expect you to achieve great things in the future?"

The high priest blew his beard and stared at him angrily, and he simply looked like he hated iron but not steel.

"Don't worry, I will definitely bring the holy woman back smoothly, and then take her to Lethe River by myself to rescue the lord, don't look at me looking cynical, in fact, I am very reliable in my bones."

Fang Yuan said casually as he folded the paper in his hand.

"Sooner or later, your freewheeling personality will make people taste all the suffering."

The High Priest looked at him and sighed.

At this time, a blood-red moon suddenly appeared in the sky, and everyone looked up at the sky in unison, "The auspicious time has arrived, let's start quickly!" ”

After the high priest finished speaking, the twelve elders in their twenties and the high priest took out a dagger with a strange totem mark and slashed their wrists, dripping blood drop by drop into a tripod in the middle of the high sacrificial altar.

The tripod was carved with seven dragon-like creatures, with its bloody mouth wide open and scarlet eyes, which made people shudder and their scalps tingle.

When they dripped blood into the ding, something strange happened, the ding suddenly bloomed with a dazzling light, and then a ring with the same pattern flew out of the ding, and appeared in the air.

"If we succeed, we can use the Heavenly Ring to bring back Lethe to save the Venerable Lord." Fang Yuan's face was overjoyed, as the group of young teenagers cheered happily around the ring, and flew around the air with their eyes closed.

The High Priest suddenly glanced at Fang Yuan, "Be cautious and cautious in everything, don't get too carried away, although we have succeeded, but the matter of bringing back the Holy Maiden still needs to be considered in the long term and be fully prepared." ”

"Okay, that's the end of the sacrifice, hurry back to the Fairy Spirit Palace to make preparations."

The High Priest looked at the crowd and said.

This is the end of a sacrifice, and the drums pause, like thunder.

When the twelve elders raised their hands, everyone up and down the altar instantly prostrated respectfully on the ground and began to chant some incantation in the ancient language, only the sound of the waves echoed in everyone's ears.

Wave after wave, as if the hand of fate was endlessly pressing the beat, the chant gradually stopped, like the wind stopping on the water, the lights on the sea were extinguished one after another, and then sank to the bottom of the sea, and the sea surface returned to darkness.

In the Wangxing Pavilion of the Nanyuan Kingdom, after the national teacher worked hard for Lin Qingwan to use the anti-heaven life-changing formation for three days and three nights, the oracle really came.

Everyone saw a white light shoot down from the sky, enveloping the temple of the Lookout Star Pavilion.

The temple at the top of the tower was refracted with a glittering light, and in that pillar of light, there seemed to be something that came from the nine heavens, as gorgeous as a white feather.

After Lin Qingwan was irradiated by that pillar of light, her whole person was radiant, her face was full of red light, and the national teacher looked up at the starry sky, and found that the position that originally belonged to the Heavenly Demon Star suddenly had an extra vacancy, and the Heavenly Demon Star disappeared from the stars in the sky out of thin air without a trace.

"Master Guoshi, how is it, have you succeeded?"

Bai Luochen looked at the national teacher and asked in a somewhat nervous tone.

"Yes, we succeeded, and now Wan'er is an ordinary person like us, and she will no longer be accused of mutilating innocent Heavenly Demon Stars."

The national teacher looked at Lin Qingwan and said with a smile.

"National teacher, are you telling the truth? Has my character really changed? ”

Lin Qingwan also looked at the national teacher with an excited face and asked.

"Wan'er, you come with me."

The national teacher looked at Lin Qingwan and said, and then walked towards the stargazing platform of the Star Pavilion.

"Look at the stars in the sky, and everything will be clear."

The national teacher shouted Lin Qingwan to stand on the stargazing platform.

"That's- the Demon Star is gone? Father, I am really not the reincarnation of the Heavenly Demon Star anymore, and no living beings will die because of me. ”

Lin Qingwan looked at the stars in the sky with a peep glass, crying with joy.

"Poof!"

At this time, the national teacher suddenly vomited blood and fainted to the ground.