Inside the gloomy tower, Xiao Kong was almost thrown on the cold jade floor of the ninth layer.

Through the sunlight shining through the small window, Sora could see the expression of the oldest high priest very clearly.

That old face, paired with the spotless white clothes, aroused the most distant fear in the little hollow.

"There are still seven days, that is, the day of the red moon, and the holy woman has been concentrating on cultivation here for the past few days, don't go out."

Saying this coldly, the high priest turned around and was about to leave, but when he reached the door, he stopped again.

"Xue Ruo, the day you were kidnapped more than ten years ago, I knew that one day you would come back, and the reason for your return, you and I both know it, but you are still too naïve, do you think that the method you studied in the Void Pavilion can be successful? I tell you, there is no such possibility, the other one in your body will never be destroyed, never, even if you don't die, if you don't be refined into an elixir, you will be devoured by her, and when the time comes, you will become a devil who kills people without blinking, so you still accept your fate. ”

Reconciled! In Xiaokong's mind, there were only these two words echoing for a long time.

No wonder, no wonder since she came back to the present, no one has asked her why she came back, where she has been all these years, it turns out that people don't care at all.

Hehe, hahaha......

Xiaokong suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly, she thought of a common saying, if you lose your wife and lose your soldiers, if you use it on her, you will lose your husband and her own life.

Outside the small stone window, the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, and Xiaokong tried every means to open the door of the tower, but to no avail, she even threatened the priestesses with her own life, however, there was no one at the door to listen to her, as if it had nothing to do with whether she was dead or alive in the past few days.

These seven days were long and short, and through the stone window, Xiaokong saw that the moon was already very round, and when the sun rose again and sank in the west again, it was time for her to be thrown into the alchemy furnace.

Sitting in front of the desk, by the bright moonlight, Xiaokong lifted the pen with a very solemn expression......

When the door of the tower was reopened, Xiao Kong stood quietly in the middle of the hall on the first floor wearing a white dress embroidered with a large fiery red lotus flower that had been prepared for her.

Looking at the priestesses who rushed in, Xiao Kong's eyes were full of disdain, not only that, but her relaxed expression was also a little unpredictable.

However, those priestesses did not pay attention to Xiaokong's condition, and the priests' minds were all focused on whether tonight's sacrifice could be successful, whether the elixir could be refined, and whether the Shadow Killing Gate could reach the highest peak in their generation.

For a whole day, the entire Shadow Killing Gate was making final preparations for tonight's sacrifice.

Alain, who was used as a ignition tool, was also taken out of the water prison. After bathing and changing clothes, Alain could no longer tell how much torture he had endured in the water prison except for the unhealed wounds on his face.

However, no matter what time of the day, no matter how many injuries he suffered, or whether his hands were bound by steel chains, Alain's proud body was still upright.

Many killers of his generation, as well as those masters who had taught him, would still be injured by the chilling chill emanating from Alain's body after seeing him taken out of the water prison.

Night, at last, came.

The mighty sacrificial procession entered the valley behind the Shadow Killing Gate, but the perennial cold climate here is different from the border of Selangor Prefecture in Zhongzhou, where the Shadow Killing Gate is located, which is not only dry but also very hot.

It turned out that in this valley surrounded by mountains, there was a volcanic crater with faint white smoke, and on top of one of the largest craters was a huge alchemy furnace, and behind the alchemy furnace, connected to the sleeping crater, was an altar built on a high place.

The Blood Altar, this is it.

Alain was escorted all the way to the edge of the altar, while the saint was supported by two priestesses to the back of the altar.

When everything was ready, I saw the door master, still dressed in black and wearing a mask, appear under the altar, followed by the shadow messenger, Thunder.

On the night of the blood moon, once every twelve years, refining the elixir with the Holy Maiden is related to whether the master of the door can practice the peerless divine skill, once the door master is successful, then the Shadow Killing Gate will not lie dormant here, and the huge Selangor Continent is what the Shadow Killing Gate masters and high priests of the past generations want to get the most.

Time passed minute by minute, and although there were many people in the valley, it was quiet and infiltrating.

Everyone was looking at the sky, at the full moon, turning from white to pale pink, and then from pink to red.

With the hot wind blowing gently, Alain slowly raised his eyes and glanced at Xiaokong, who was very close to him, she was really beautiful today, dressed in white, with black hair like brocade, and a blooming lotus flower was drawn with cinnabar between her eyebrows.

It's just that Alain can't see any warmth in her dark eyes, she is as cold as a piece of ice, and she doesn't look at Alain from beginning to end.

Alan understands that Kong'er will not accept her fate no matter what, she must have her own plans, and he has his own plans.

When he looked down and looked up, Alan had already looked in the direction of the outer part of the valley, tonight, even if he died in this place, he would protect Xiaokong, this was the last promise he made to his wife as a husband, as a man.

Bite...... Bite...... Bite......

Three crisp and distant bells broke the silence of the entire valley, and I saw a priestess wearing a long red dress and a white jade mask on her face, holding a string of silver bells, dancing a strange dance on the blood altar barefoot, and singing words that others could not understand.

At this time, the full moon in the sky had become like a disk dripping with blood.

After singing for a long time, the dancing priest knelt down at once, and the last two words in her mouth, but everyone understood, "God bless me to kill, God bless me to kill ......"

There was no need to command at all, and the white-clothed people under the altar knelt down one after another, and together with the priestess, began to bow down to the blood moon.

"The hour has come, open the altar and light the fire."

Probably because she sang too hard just now, the masked priestess's voice was obviously hoarse when she said this.

But in this case, this dumb order is even more terrifying.

I don't know what mechanism was pressed, but I heard two clicks, and the stone platform where the priestess had just danced slowly opened from the middle, and a stream of heat rushed up from under the stone platform in an instant.

Silk, Silk ......

The stone platform had not yet been fully opened, and Alain could see very clearly that it was a snake.

Thousands of red and black poisonous snakes were entwined and wriggled in a square pool under the stone platform. This, isn't this what Sora said, the altar full of snakes that she was once thrown down!

Back then, the only few remaining children were thrown in, and Xiaokong was the only one alive.

What's more, as Sora said, if she wants to destroy another person in her body, she has to jump the blood altar again.