Mo Xi only felt that the speed of rotation was getting faster and faster, and even she couldn't bear it anymore, but there was not even a trace of wind in her ears, time was still, space was also still, only she was spinning, as if it would never stop.

The faces of the dozens of elders were also as pale as paper, and they seemed to want to stop, but they couldn't help themselves, and the branches in the hands of Elder Si and Elder Yan had also floated into the air, and they were about to merge with the Witch God Flower.

The witch god is white and holy, the branches are green, the goddess statue is solemn and solemn, and all the witch people are praying sincerely at this moment, hoping that the spirit girl will come to the world and save the whole race.

At this time, they are like newborn children, weak and powerless, they sacrifice all their strength to the goddess of faith, desperately, if this time there is no spirit girl born, they will also come to an end.

Dozens of maidens carried the hope of the whole clan, spinning in the air at high speed, and soon, they became a white light, and they couldn't tell who was who, and they couldn't tell who would be the goddess who saved them.

Everything seemed to be going well, but just when the branches were about to touch the base of the witch god flower, a sudden change occurred, and a bright light flashed, and before everyone could react, one of the branches was cut off by the waist, and Elder Yan, who was sitting at the head of it, suddenly opened his eyes, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and fell straight down.

The sudden change was to catch people off guard, the half of the green branch that fell to the ground was soaked in Elder Yan's blood, as if it had lost all its luster, and the surrounding spiritual power suddenly fell into chaos, Mo Xi's feeling was the most direct, she who originally rotated around the goddess statue smoothly and quickly, seemed to be disturbed by an external force, and began to shake.

The sudden imbalance of spiritual power swept all the Wu people involved in the sacrifice, and the elder Si glared angrily, but he didn't dare to make the slightest movement, trying to maintain the only remaining branch, and the spiritual power that was already out of balance made his internal organs hurt.

A black figure flashed onto the altar like lightning, but everyone in the Wu clan could only watch, there was no way to stop it, once the sacrifice began, they couldn't help themselves.

The man in black was the Moyu boy who had appeared on the periphery of the 100,000 mountains before, and he didn't hide it in the slightest, only to see him with frost on his face, frowning at the blood-stained and tarnished branch on the ground, and then slowly raised his head and stared at the remaining half.

The branches that were supposed to be connected to the witch god flower before were swaying at this time, and Elder Si was very anxious in his heart, and kept urging the spiritual power in his body, but in vain, he looked at the man in black with some despair, and his eyes were full of strong pleading.

However, this couldn't stop Mo Yu Gongzi's determination to take off the half of the branch, I saw that he was holding the long sword that had been unsheathed in his hand, the whole body was black, and it was impossible to see whether it was sharp or not, but it gave people an extremely depressed and heavy feeling, just now it was this sword that cut off the branch.

Whether it is around the altar or on the branches, there is a huge spiritual power like a sea, not to mention an ordinary sharp blade, it is a sword that sharpens iron like clay, and it can only be crushed if it enters here rashly, but this sword is like entering a no-man's land, going straight to the target, without the slightest condensation, and Mo Yu Gongzi also used the moment of spiritual power chaos to enter the altar.

At this moment, his expression was solemn, he took off the branch when his spiritual power was balanced just now, he was still sure, at this moment, his spiritual power was already out of balance, and if he made a slight mistake, he might not be able to retreat with his whole body.

Loosen the black sword, let it float, the movement is gentle and slow, the black sword rotates at a uniform speed above his head, suddenly, his eyes are fixed, the black sword is as if he has received an order, quickly rushed straight to the half of the branch, and then returned at a speed invisible to the naked eye, everyone only felt a flower in front of them, and the truncated branch slowly fell to his outstretched palm.

As this half of the branch was cut off and pulled by the spiritual power, the spiritual power around the altar was completely unbalanced, Elder Si could no longer support it, blood overflowed from his mouth and nose, and his body was shaky, but he still insisted on standing up and looked at Mo Yu Gongzi angrily.

At this point, the sacrificial ceremony was a complete failure.

The elders and clansmen around the altar were not as affected as Elder Si and Elder Yan, but they were all like gold paper.

After dozens of girls spun left and right in mid-air a few times, they fell straight to the altar like a kite with a broken string, Elder Si wanted to step forward, but he no longer had the slightest strength, and there was a brief exclamation from the crowd, and Mo Li rushed forward quickly.

Mo Xi only felt that the world was spinning for a while, and before she could figure out what was going on, she fell straight to the ground, at this time, the reaction power she had cultivated for many years allowed her to quickly judge the situation, and in a moment, the corner of her eye saw a black shadow closest to her, and without the slightest hesitation, she directly shot at the other party.

Mo Yu Gongzi's eyebrows frowned slightly, his body quickly moved aside, and he avoided Mo Xi's "claws" with a light movement, but Mo Xi grabbed a cold object in a hurry, and in an instant, the bell rang loudly!

"Jingle Bell~~Jingle Bell~~"

Around the altar, which had already become noisy, this bell sounded like a clear spring into people's hearts, and everyone's souls trembled, as if they had been washed, and in an instant, there was silence all around, only the crisp bell sounded through the valley.

Mo Yu Gongzi's face changed greatly, and he suddenly looked back at the hilt of the sword, but it was already empty, and the person holding the bell was "lying" on the altar in an extremely indecent posture at this time.

A bell that can make such a beautiful sound did not save Mo Xi's fate, she fell face down on the altar in an extremely weird posture, which made her complain about the weakness of this body again, just turning around in the air a few times, she was dizzy, and she couldn't help herself, if it was herself in her previous life, such a situation could also be so lost, I don't know how many times she has died.

Before she could grin her teeth, a pair of black shoes appeared in front of her, Mo Xi thought, this kind of shoes should not be available in the Wu Clan, before she could figure it out, she suddenly hung in the air.

The body felt strangled, Mo Xi knew that he was being dragged up by his clothes, and when he raised his eyelids, he saw a handsome face as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Let her go!"

Mo Xi opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Mo Li's voice suddenly sounded, Mo Xi could still turn his head to look to the side, and saw Mo Li walking towards the altar with great effort, his pale face was obviously anxious.

"Hey, let go of me!" Mo Xi said to the man in black shoes and black clothes and black face in front of him, not wanting his eldest brother to worry.

Mo Yu Gongzi's eyes swept away, and he saw the bell that was tightly grasped by Mo Xi, carrying her clothes with his left hand, and with his right hand somehow, he easily took the bell in his hand, and then, with a snap of his left hand, Mo Xi "was let go" as he wished.