At night, a blue moon with a strange light hung in the night sky, and the cold cold air spread wantonly. A beam of moonlight slowly climbed up the thick wall and meandered up with the vines on the perimeter.

The moonlight shone down the skylight of the roof and into the house, leaving a moonlight glow on the body of the man in black.

The room was dim, and there were some strange stones around the man, but they seemed to be regular in the mess.

If you look at it from the top down from the perspective of the skylight, you will find that these stones form a huge six-pointed star array centered on the man, and the surrounding area of the star map is covered with jerky Sanskrit written in bloodstains, and the periphery of the north and south angles are two flower bones, but the north is a lotus flower, and the south is a rose.

The northwest and southeast corners are two beautiful girl patterns, but the northeast and southwest corners are extremely vicious ghost patterns, and the man is sitting cross-legged on the array, looking faintly, and there are also patterns drawn under the legs, as if it is a black sickle and a jeweled scepter, this is really a contradictory combination, the sickle represents death, the scepter represents hope, the girl is the representative of innocence, and the ghost is the embodiment of evil.

Outside the skylight, a bird perched on a tree trunk silently watching all this suddenly sensed something, screamed, flapped its wings and left.

The blue moonlight sprinkled on the man's face along the skylight, and through the faint moonlight, a pair of peach blossom eyes looked particularly dazzling, and it turned out to be the West Building!

The West Building saw that the skylight was covered with moonlight, and knew that it was time to activate the formation. He took out three white candles from his arms, bit his fingers with his mouth, and the liquid that slowly flowed out of his fingers fell on the candles drop by drop, and with a snap of his fingers, the three candles rose into flames.

The ethereal singing sound came from a distance, like resentment, endlessly, and the three candles suddenly flew towards the six-pointed star's horns, and it happened that every other horn corresponded to a white candle.

The chanting continued, and the candles rose and fell in the air to the tune, dancing and dancing. Seeing that the candles were in place, Xilou bit his finger again, and the scarlet blood fell down with the wound, and he didn't care much, his eyes were firmly fixed on the array, using his hand as a pen and blood as ink, and writing a string of Sanskrit words with a few strokes.

Because of the blood contract, the entire six-star mangs suddenly shone brightly, and a dazzling blue light appeared, and in an instant, the entire room was covered by blue light, with the six-star array as the center, all physical objects turned into nothingness.

The space distorted, and the formation and the west building disappeared in place, leaving only an empty field, as if nothing had happened.

Only Xilou, as a party concerned, knew that he and the formation seemed to have disappeared, but in fact they still existed here, although others could not see or touch it, but its spatial fluctuations still existed.

He entered a world created by the formation, in this world, only him and the formation pattern, as well as a vast sea of stars above his head, but this sea of stars does not belong to the product of the formation creation, but the real existence of the original world, and people outside the space can also see this starry sky and everything that happens.

The blood flowing from between the west buildings slowly flowed along the veins of the six stars, and gathered at the corner of the stars.

The two flower bones from the north and south corners greedily sucked the blood, and the blood penetrated from the roots to the whole body, and the transparent flower shape also became scarlet and dazzling because of the blood.

The blood is slowly moistening the growth of the two flowers, and the bones are gradually stretching, stretching, stretching, until they are fully blooming, showing a bewitching posture.

The blood in Xilou's body was uncontrollably infused into the formation, and his face gradually turned pale, knowing that his current state must not be enough to complete the entire formation, he took it out of his arms and pretended

The porcelain bottle of "Blood Returning Pill" was stuffed into his mouth, and his face gradually returned to ruddy. With a large amount of blood output, the girls who were painted in the corner of the stars also moved, they stepped on the light steps, slowly picking the flowers that bloomed at the beginning, the jade feet lightly touched a corner, and rose into the air, the feet were mixed, the body was light, the dancing posture was graceful, the clothes and belts were intertwined with their dancing, and the crisp and pleasant laughter echoed throughout the space, and it never stopped for a long time.

Suddenly, both girls stopped dancing at the same time and stretched out their right hands to the ghosts in unison, as if to invite them to come.

As if sensing the call of the two, the two ghosts crawled out of the ground in unison and flew towards the two girls, hovering over their heads or dancing around their bodies, and the stopped dance continued, and the laughter continued.

The Sanskrit words of a place surrounded the West Building like silk, as if it had life, and the West Building began to chant when he saw this: "Life and death, good and evil, Lord of fate, have you ever seen that light is coming from darkness, the pages of history are about to be turned, and the age of the Holy Ming is approaching, and I, you, the messenger of the Lord of the Great Destiny, beseech you to let me spy on the trajectory of the future, the movement of the world, and the song of holiness on your behalf." For a while, all the characters were all submerged in the black scythe underneath, and the scepter on the side suddenly turned white, drowning the figure of the West Building, a huge pillar that reached the sky, straight into the sky, and a holy star in the southeast suddenly rose brightly.

After a stick of incense, Xilou said in horror: "How can this be? How can I ......" Before he finished speaking, a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth, he seemed to see Mo Jiu's figure, she was smiling at him, beckoning to him, Xilou looked at her stupidly, weak but stubborn said: "What you want, I will do my best to get it for you, I did it, will you be happy? He tried to reach out and touch Mo Jiu's clothes, but he lost his strength and fell to the ground unconscious.

The formation and pillar of light also disappeared into the air with his fall, and ceased to exist. Xilou, who fell to the ground, was covered in blood, and his hair was no longer thick and black, but it was replaced by three thousand white silks, and his face was full of wrinkles, and his skin was very loose, and he was an old man in his fifties and sixties.

This is the price of spying on the heavens, after thirty years of life, the appearance is no more, and the life span is only a short ten years, and it can no longer withstand the destruction of the second time.

Even though it was midnight, there was so much movement that someone would always notice the vision. The high priest of the Bird Spirit Kingdom, who was far away in the east, stood on the high bird tower, and when he saw this huge pillar that reached the sky, he could not help but frown: "Is it coming? Sure enough, what should come will still come, and fate is really irresistible. The one who peeps into the heavens, are you ready to accept the punishment of the Heavenly Dao?"

On the other hand, as early as when the stars had a precursor to abnormal changes, Mo Jiu found that someone was trying to spy on the heavens, although he was surprised that the people of this world actually had the ability to get the favor of the Lord of Destiny, and successfully did it, he couldn't help but secretly think that even if he succeeded, this price was not something that ordinary people could bear, but Mo Jiu still felt a little strange in his heart, and the power of the Lord of Destiny was inevitably a little strange, and it seemed that it was not the origin of this world.

Mo Jiu thought about it for a long time and didn't figure it out, shook his head, and didn't bother anymore, as long as it didn't harm her, it didn't matter if it was the origin of this world!