"Miss, there are many masters here, if you do it, Miss will go first, and I will break it later." The shadow leaned over and whispered to Luo Qing'er.

"Don't worry, if I succeed, I can take over the Witch Army, and if I fail, then I will slaughter the city." The arrogant and evil words are creepy, and no one would have imagined that such a beautiful girl with a flower and cardamom would have such a vicious mind.

"What are you doing again?"

"Killing so many elders, is it bullying no one in our ancient city?"

A few words successfully caused Luo Qing'er to arouse the anger of the crowd, "You said that I was pretending to be a saint, I was just punishing them for being disrespectful to the saint, knowing that you still have doubts about my identity."

The people of the Witch Army have shown me clearly, and today I will activate this formation to prove my identity, and if I prove my identity, you will come out and be loyal to me. But can any representative come out and say yes? ”

The audience was silent all of a sudden, Luo Qing'er secretly stuffed a pack of medicine to the shadow, signaling him to go down to the well not far away, the shadow secretly withdrew from the crowd, and Luo Qing'er took the opportunity to hold Wei Qing hostage.

"Say, what am I going to do?" Wei Qing didn't panic at all, followed Luo Qing'er's strength, and followed to the center of the totem.

"As long as you drip your blood into the phoenix eye in the center, the mechanism will naturally activate, if there is no response, it can only mean that there is something wrong with your identity."

Wei Qing was on the altar and signaled the people below not to act rashly, and everything would wait until there was an accurate result.

"I also want to know if I'm a saint." In a flash of the knife, Luo Qing'er had already cut her wrist, and blood gushed out and dripped on the phoenix's eyes.

The shadow poured the medicinal powder into the well, and when he turned around, he saw the scene of Luo Qing'er's bloodletting. It was too late to squeeze in, so I looked around, and if I wanted to go to the altar, I had to jump from the roof of the house next to me to the altar.

Before he could hesitate, the shadow ran towards the house. Everyone looked at the altar with bated breath, blood had already flowed all over their eyes, and they followed the formation to the four corners of the altar, but the altar was not activated.

If the altar does not react, it does direct the flow of blood into the mechanism, but if it says that there is a reaction but it is not activated, how can this be explained?

Until the blood was absorbed, the altar still did not start, but absorbed the blood, and the entire formation exuded a strange aura.

"The altar didn't start, you really fake."

"She's the demon girl's apprentice, so she must have learned some kind of witchcraft."

The crowd gradually boiled, but Wei Qing didn't move, he kept thinking about it, the altar was responsive, but why didn't it start?

"The demon girl killed the elders, and we have to avenge the elders." The crowd poured onto the altar, and the shadow fell from the sky, which surprised Luo Qing'er.

The two glanced at each other, leaning together in unison, showing no mercy to those who rushed up.

Wei Qing didn't move, still staring at the altar, the witch army didn't move, the people who came up must be the people of the major elders, such ambitious, or unwilling to bow down, it is also a disaster to stay.

The original blood-red eyes climbed up a little more delicately, and the knife in his hand was already a corpse and a broken arm.

The originally innocent and lovely girl, who has now turned into a rakshasa of hell, does not have half the fear of death in her eyes, and her cold eyes are full of bloodthirsty killing intent.

The wounds on his body continued to bleed, and the blood dripped down the hem of his clothes on the pattern under his feet, and the firelight rose instantly, and the people in the audience looked at this scene in surprise, and the petal-shaped stone slab that slowly rose surrounded Luo Qing'er in the middle.

The poison in the body could no longer be suppressed, a black lifeline on the wrist was growing rapidly, and when the shadow was pulled up, Luo Qing'er was also found to be poisoned.

Although the medicine on the body was exhausted, it only slowed down the growth rate, and the stone slab was finally frozen in the shape of a lotus seat, and the two of them were like this, looking below, no one rushed up again, under the lotus, blood paved the way, and flesh piled up.

"Welcome to the Holy Maiden!" Wei Qing knelt down first, and then the others knelt down. Luo Qing'er looked at the missing almost half of the crowd and suddenly smiled.

If they continue to fight, the two of them won't be able to support it for long, they have reached the limit, but they didn't react at first, and after a period of fighting, they actually reacted again, what is this?

"This mechanism should have not been activated for many years, so the response is late, and I hope that the saint will forgive her sins." It turned out that Wei Qing was really the leader of the Witch Army, or the Great Elder cooperated with Wei Qing at the beginning.

"Those who do not know are not guilty, and today's events will not be investigated." barely supported to finish a sentence, and fell into the arms of the shadow.

As a secret guard, he was born with a sense of surprise, and the shadow was not at ease to hand over Luo Qing'er to anyone, and in the end he fought hard and took Luo Qing'er back to the bamboo forest outside the city, leaving a blood mark along the way.

But no one dared to chase after them, and the two of them cooperated to kill the ten elders and twenty-four protectors, and there were countless secret guards. The appearance of corpses piling up may not be forgotten by some people for the rest of their lives.

"We should actually be happy, the Holy Maiden is so powerful, she can definitely lead us to strengthen the ancient city."

"That being said, the saint has killed so many people, will they still be loyal to the saint when they come back, and there are brothers in the team who are related to the family, how can this hatred be counted?"

The three teams led by Wei Qing gathered together to discuss whether to submit to the saint and be loyal to the saint.

"The saint is the god of the ancient city, we can't betray it, if the saint comes back, we will naturally accept the saint's arrangement." Wei Qing's eyes kept flashing the figure of the woman, dressed in red, her appearance was overwhelming, but her eyes were full of ruthlessness and indifference.

"If the Holy Maiden refuses to trust ......" After all, the elders and the Holy Maiden have experienced a fight, and even the Great Elder has long had a grudge with the Holy Maiden, and it is reasonable that the Holy Maiden refuses to trust.

"Others can betray, we can't, the Holy Maiden's original intention may be to rule the witch army, it is the elders who are reluctant to give up the rights in this ancient city for their own ambitions." Wei Qing was very curious, if it was said that the mind had been trained for a long time.

Why would a delicate girl have such an amazing mind? Could it really be that the nature of a saint is like this? Or is it that the saint was full of warmth and coldness at a young age, and saw all the worldly feelings?

"The first team, the second team, I'm afraid it won't be easy to submit." Wei Qing could have thought that the saint was so kind of Lan Xin, how could she not think of it? Why should he come and worry about it?

Wei Qing couldn't help laughing at himself, smiled, and led the three teams of Wu Jun to get up and walk towards the bamboo forest, no matter what, he always had to face it.

When Luo Qing'er woke up, she saw the back of the shadow, on the back full of scars, a long and deep wound ran through the entire back, and the small wounds were uneven and scattered everywhere.

At this moment, the shadow was washing the wound with wine, and the strong stimulation made the originally sleepy shadow more energetic, for fear that he would faint before Luo Qing'er woke up, and the shadow poured wine on the wound again and again.

"I don't know when you have a tendency to self-harm?" Luo Qing'er was half joking, but she saw the shadow's face full of surprise.