My commitment?!

Ye Changsheng was shocked and inexplicably at a loss.

The god behind the golden statue should have sensed the breath of the Infinite Demon Venerable from him, so he summoned him to speak.

It's just that he wasn't a member of the Demon Sect in the first place, so he shouldn't have been involved in such a big incident, let alone made any promises.

Once a commitment is made, he has to bear the consequences, can he bear it?

What's more, does his promise make sense?

What made Ye Changsheng bitter and unspeakable was that he couldn't say this to Divine Sword Danqing.

He has already used the identity of the ancestor to cover up the identity of his second ancestor, if he tells the truth to Danqing, won't he be suspected again?

Divine Sword Danqing is one of the four protectors of the Demon Sect, his status is respected, and he is full of words, why does that god not want his promise, but he wants a promise from an outsider?

When Ye Changsheng hesitated, a roar suddenly sounded in his mind: "Young man, we are running out of time, you have to give me an answer now!"

Ye Changsheng came back to his senses and was shocked to find the golden statue in the dark, flashing with a light.

It was a crack that was spreading along the statue's head, underneath its body.

Immediately, another crack appeared, and as the golden light flowed, the crack spread rapidly.

Seeing this scene, Divine Sword Danqing's face couldn't help but change, and he said in a deep voice: "Ye Gongzi, there is not much time left for us!"

The gods of the Divine Spirit Realm are likely to be separated from the Tianxuan Continent by countless planes.

The reason why his thoughts were able to be transmitted was precisely with the help of the divinity of the golden statue, using the golden statue as a carrier.

Mind transmission also requires divine power, and it is the golden statue that carries divine power.

Divine Sword Danqing estimated that with a maximum of half a pillar of incense, this golden statue would completely collapse and disintegrate.

At that time, not to mention the divinity of the gods left in this plane, just the remnants of divine power escaping from the statue would be enough to wipe out the entire castle.

Ye Changsheng looked at the rapidly spreading cracks on the golden statue, as well as the aura of destruction that he sensed, and couldn't help but be shocked.

He knew that he couldn't hesitate any longer, so he gritted his teeth and asked, "I promise you!"

A thought flew into his mind, Ye Changsheng's eyes widened in disbelief, and then he showed a hideous color.

Turning around, he said to the Divine Sword Danqing, "Lord Dharma Protector, I need two people to sacrifice!"

Shenjian Danqing was stunned for a moment, looked at the ten explorers, and said in a deep voice: "The time has come for you to be martyred, and this seat needs two believers!"

Hardly without any hesitation, two of the ten explorers stood up with their heads held high.

The two of them looked calm, but their eyes flashed with hot madness, and they knelt down on one knee in front of the Dharma Protector!

After getting up, the two of them walked forward calmly, and bowed to Ye Changsheng at the same time.

Ye Changsheng bowed his head in return, not looking at the eyes of the two, but tried his best to calm down: "Inject your blood into the altar." ”

Without hesitation, the two walked up to the black altar, stretched out their arms, and cut the artery in their wrists.

Blood spurted out and sprinkled in the grooves of the altar, like small snakes, crawling rapidly.

The strange blood-colored magic circle appeared, which shocked Ye Changsheng's heart.

This magic circle was left by the Infinite Demon Venerable, and in the original magic circle, there was actually the essence blood left by the Infinite Demon Venerable!

If it weren't for the blood of the two martyrs, which washed away the dark aura of the altar, even Ye Changsheng didn't sense the breath of the essence blood of the Infinite Demon Venerable.

Ye Changsheng was shocked, the Wuji Demon Venerable back then probably had predicted that there would be this scene today, so he left this magic circle, as well as his essence blood.

Although Ye Changsheng didn't know what this magic circle was for, it must have something to do with his commitment to that god.

The last drop of blood of the two martyrs fell limply under the altar.

Their blood had already overflowed the circle, converging into a pool of blood, rippling with sticky ripples.

Ye Changsheng breathed lightly, stretched out his arm, and cut the artery in his wrist.

Or maybe he felt guilty for the two deceased, and his wounds were deep, and the blood gushing out was even more intense.

When the blood in the blood pool was about to spread out from the altar, Ye Changsheng's arm reached forward, and his entire palm drilled into the blood pool.

A cold current, a hot current, intertwined, and at the same time penetrated into Ye Changsheng's palm, causing him to twitch in pain.

Almost at the same time, the blood in the blood pool swirled into a whirlpool, as if exerting Wan Jun's power on the back of Ye Changsheng's hand.

The golden statue that was collapsing was already covered with cracks, and golden light flowed out one after another, reflecting the altar and Ye Changsheng.

The statue's eyes opened suddenly, and two golden rays of light flew out and burrowed into the pool of blood.

A mysterious imprint instantly hit the back of Ye Changsheng's hand, and the pain was so painful that he almost screamed.

With a thud, the blood in the pool of blood sank rapidly, as if a funnel had appeared at the bottom.

Blood snakes flowed down from the back of Ye Changsheng's white hand and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

When all the blood on the altar receded, Ye Changsheng's hand suddenly had a blood-colored long sword!

"Boom!"

The golden statue collapsed, and was pressing down on the altar with overwhelming momentum.

Ye Changsheng didn't have time to think about it, holding the blood-colored long sword, his body retreated rapidly.

Almost at the same time, Dan Qing took a step forward, with a big hand, in front of Ye Changsheng, three defensive enchantments were arranged one after another.

"Boom!"

The golden statue, which was more than ten meters high, fell with a bang, smashing the black altar to pieces.

The air flow surged, and the fierce energy directly tore through Danqing's three defenses, and the violent qi wave swept towards Ye Changsheng's back heart like a giant's palm.

Ye Changsheng was floating in the air, and he couldn't help but spurt out a few mouthfuls of blood, and when he was confused, Danqing pulled him behind him and protected him.

The whole hall shook violently in the noisy smoke and dust, cracks appeared on the floor, and lightning spread outward.

Wu Lie, Demon Bell and the others turned pale, and they all turned on their energy defenses, lying above their heads to block the stones falling from the dome.

In the darkness, the roar was endless, and a strong tremor came from under his feet, which lasted for more than a dozen breaths.

Everyone in the darkness was terrified, and the magic bell was so nervous that their palms were sweating.

The strange things that happened in the hall had already made the magic bell's nerves tense, but now that the golden statue had collapsed, her nerves were about to burst.

In the golden statue of King Shura, there was a trace of divine power left, so the qi wave formed after the collapse easily tore through the three enchantments arranged by the righteous father, and severely damaged Ye Changsheng.

Although his father-in-law saved Ye Changsheng in time, Ye Changsheng's injuries were probably also very serious.

Thinking in his heart, the magic bell looked in the direction where Ye Changsheng was with concern.

(End of chapter)