Bashu Lao Dao came to Ye Tianchen's side, and his small eyes showed a smug smile, and he said with a smile: "Xiaoyou, I know what you are thinking in your heart, but I am from here." ”

His eyes suddenly burst into a terrifying light, and suddenly he grabbed his arm with all his might.

"Ah......h

Ye Tianchen couldn't help but scream, Lao Dao was extremely hard, and his wrists were blue.

At this moment, he tried to break free, but found that his arm seemed to be fixed against the wall, and he couldn't move at all, and he couldn't exert his strength.

Completely suppressed and dead.

As for Taoism, Ye Tianchen doesn't need it anymore, he is not ashamed to play with a big knife in front of Guan Gongmen.

I had to shout anxiously: "Old man, what are you going to do?" ”

For a while, Ye Tianchen thought that he was going to destroy himself.

There was an irresistible majesty in the plain voice of Bashu Lao Dao, and he said coldly: "Heavenly curse! ”

I'm rubbing, this bad old man is very bad, for his own purposes, he actually wants to let himself swear to God.

This is a poisonous curse that is sent to the sky with its own blood.

It is equivalent to a kind of yin-yang technique, and it is also equivalent to an oath.

However, it is extremely vicious.

Bashu Laodao's nails pierced directly into the epidermis of his skin, and then carved it as if on a drawing board.

Visually, he is going to depict the talisman.

This bad old man directly cut through his skin, and the sharp and domineering force went directly into the skin, and the scarlet blood suddenly overflowed from under the skin.

His muscles were torn apart by his fingernails.

It's authentic hand-torn.

Ye Tianchen grinned in pain, cold sweat broke out all over his body, and in a few breaths, his forehead was already covered with bean cold sweat.

This big miscellaneous crab!

It's really vicious.

Thankfully, the rune wasn't particularly complicated, and it was finished in a matter of seconds.

He muttered verses he didn't understand, and finally pressed the center of the seal.

Then let go of Ye Tianchen's arm.

Bashu Lao Dao indifferently put the lengthy sacrificial document scroll in front of Ye Tianchen, spread it out slightly, and then pinched Ye Tianchen's fingers very yellow and violently, squeezed out the blood, and slammed it on the first big character of the sacrificial text, his tone was cold, and his attitude was tough: "Read it to me!" Give me a good reading, if you make a mistake in pronouncing a word, or if you are not sincere, I think I don't need to say more about the consequences. ”

It is a blasphemy to be insincere to the heavens!

Despise the power of heaven, but you will be damned.

The wrath of heaven is not something that ordinary people can bear.

His curse has been completed,

Holding his fingers and pulling them down little by little, the blood overflowed the first ancient word, and Ye Tianchen had to open his mouth to read it.

"Tsuki!" （niao）

……

The sacrificial text was read word by word from between Ye Tianchen's teeth.

He had already cast a vicious curse on himself, so his previous little abacus would have failed.

He didn't dare to disobey the sky.

Although I longed to tear this big miscellaneous crab with my hands in my heart, and I wanted to sit him as a specimen with a butt, I didn't dare to have the slightest disrespect for this sacrificial text.

Bashu Lao Dao stared at him with his eyes and pressed him hard, as long as he had ulterior motives, I was afraid that he would be shot in the head in the next second.

As the sound of the ritual continued to be recited, the layers of dark clouds above the sky gradually began to dissipate, the surrounding wind gradually began to weaken, and the dark sky gradually projected light.

Bashu Lao Dao was very satisfied, such a complicated traditional Chinese character, Ye Tianchen actually did not pronounce it wrong.

Looking up at the sky slightly, he praised him: "Hahaha, you are worthy of being a natural psychic, well done, young man." ”

Ye Tianchen was stunned by the untouchable English of the old Taoist of Bashu, this old Taoist priest still knows English?

It's a bit of a thunderstorm.

To the people of their time, let alone English, I am afraid that they are too lazy to go to school, and even if they have the heart to study, their families may not have that condition.

After all the sacrificial texts were recited, the sky became clear again, and the old Dao of Bashu smoothed towards the middle of the altar.

This divine operation simply blinded his pair of titanium alloy dog eyes.

I will be smooth, because I am a white thousand soul, yin and yang are interconnected, and I have a special ability and strength, so I will have that kind of wind-pulling skill.

Sun Wukong can smooth because there are somersault clouds.

Mak Pang Lang was able to rub and rub, he was able to rub on smooth ground, and he drifted smoothly because he had skateboard shoes.

And this old way actually stands on the futon smoothly, just like a modern two-wheeled balance bike, completely incomprehensible, even more awesome than the black technology.

Bashu Lao Dao picked up the delicate little coffin on the sacrificial platform and looked at it carefully, and the edicts on it had disappeared strangely.

The bloodstained circle disappeared with it.

He looked at the small coffin in his hand, then at Ye Zixin, who was lying quietly on the ground, and then at Ye Tianchen, who was sad and angry, muttered to himself, and said in a low voice: "Has the sacrifice been successfully lifted?" ”

Ye Tianchen couldn't help but look at Xiao Xin.

The light breeze fluttered slightly from the corpse of the Holy Yin, but he didn't see his clothes fluttering at all, and there was silence around him, no one dared to make a sound, and he could hear the needle dropping.

The light and dark above Ye Zixin's body alternated, the black shadows were intertwined, and the vision was hazy, enveloping the center of the altar.

Is the sacrifice lifted?

The vision lasted for a quarter of an hour before it subsided.

But then there was no movement.

Bashu Lao Dao's footsteps moved slightly, wandering left and right, circling around Ye Zixin a few times, his face was puzzled, and he pondered for a long time, and then asked, "Xiaoyou, how do you feel different?" ”

Now, he couldn't tell if the sacrifice had actually been lifted.

Ye Tianchen replied: "No, but when I finished reading the sacrificial text before, I couldn't help but feel a spirit, a bit like an electric shock." ”

Ye Tianchen didn't have any abnormal feelings. There's no need to deceive him.

If the sacrifice is really lifted, Ye Tianchen is willing, Ye Zixin will no longer have to sacrifice to himself in the future, as long as Sun Tianxiao can successfully steal Xiaoxin out.

Bashu Lao Dao bowed respectfully three times to the sacrificial platform, with a pious attitude, and respectfully invited the delicate little coffin to the mouth, took it in his hand, and looked at it.

The bloodstains and edicts on it were indeed gone, without a trace, and the coffin had not changed in any way.

He lowered his head and pondered, muttering to himself: "It's really unreasonable, what's going on?" How could it not be unresponsive? ”

Then he instructed his disciples: "Listen to me, the corpse of the Holy Yin and this sacrificial altar are not allowed to move, and those who move will die." ”

All the disciples replied, "No." ”

I have to say that Bashu Lao Dao is very smart and his practice is very good.

Until it is clear whether the sacrifice was successful or not, the best thing to do is to keep the altar intact.

After all, it also takes a certain amount of time for the spell Dafa to take effect, and if you take the altar rashly, you may even interrupt the sacrifice.

Moreover, even if the right method is found next time, at least the sacrifice text will not be used.

Otherwise, there will be no manifestation.

This kind of rare sacrificial text, even if the old Dao of Bashu is afraid that there is no one.

This sacrificial text was used by Zhuge Liang back then, and it was not easy for him to get a copy.

Moreover, it is much more difficult to break the sacrifice than to make it.

Speaking of which, Ye Tianchen really has a way to test whether the mysterious sacrifice of Bashu Lao Dao has been lifted.

As long as Xiao Xin's soul is released, if she can still convey yin qi to herself through the small coffin and heal herself as before, it means that the sacrifice has not been lifted, but on the contrary, it has been lifted.

However, now Ye Tianchen categorically won't say it.

That Sun Tianxiao has not dug a hole in the ground yet, once the old Dao of Bashu knows that the sacrifice has been lifted, I am afraid that the plan will change again.

Bashu Lao Dao motioned for himself to go with him.

He had to go back and check some literature carefully, but he couldn't let himself go next to the corpse of the Holy Yin, for fear that he would make trouble.

Ye Tianchen didn't struggle, his internal injuries were extremely serious, and his combat effectiveness was greatly reduced now, almost zero, and any little Taoist priest could easily solve himself.

Back in the previous room, Ye Tianchen immediately locked the door bolt with his backhand and closed the window.