【Western Aslan Empire, Utur Ruins, Blood Altar】

"It's gear...... "Celestial bouquet Yuka's face looks like white paper," or the neatly arranged blade ......"

She adjusted her breathing, trying to ignore the sharp pain in her entire arm. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info At this moment, she suddenly envied Neon, if only she could have a non-senseless talent.

In the thick black hole of the stele's bowl, the neatly arranged blades are gradually turning, gradually tightening as if the gears are biting. The thin, sharp blade cut into the arm, and then was stuck by the arm bone, unable to continue to tighten, so the sharp edge scraped back and forth on the periosteum, and the top of the head of the Heavenly Bouquet Youhua seemed to be pierced by a thousand needles, emitting indescribable pain.

There were three grooves in front of the stone tablet, and at this moment, a steady stream of immortal blood was flowing along these three grooves to the central turntable surrounded by the twelve gods in front of the depression.

In the area where the blood flowed, the originally lead-gray disc stone surface had become a scarlet ink disc-like color after absorbing the viscous plasma. Blood gradually filled one ravine after another, and the three nested discs began to turn, and the grooves that had broken each other turned at an angle to become a smooth and flowing path—a stream of blood that converged into a round hole in the center of the disc that was plugged with stone.

As it came into contact with the blood, the stone plug sank down, and a pitch-black hole appeared in the center of the blood altar, and all the blood began to gurgle into the seemingly bottomless hole.

Across the altar came the roar of a heavy stone door opening.

"Hurry up and get in. The voice of the Heavenly Bouquet Youhua sounded fairly steady, but a thin layer of sweat had already surfaced on her forehead, and under the faint blue fire light above the heads of the twelve sculptures, it showed a terrifying appearance.

"Youhua, then you ......" Qi Ling felt a little sad in his heart, he squatted down, his hands clutched his sleeves a little nervously, but he didn't know what to do, or say something.

"I can hold it now, you don't talk nonsense, if you continue to instigate, I will pull out my arm and turn around and leave." Tianshu Yuhua glanced at Qiling impatiently, then turned her face away and stopped looking at Qiling's eyes.

Behind his neck, there was a hot golden soul power.

Youhua turned her head and saw Qi Ling raise his hand and put it on the back of his neck, and on his young muscular little arms, the clear golden soul path shimmered, like breathing. His eyes were a little red, and he twitched his nose a few times, as if he was holding on.

"Qi Ling, you don't have to pass on your soul power to Youhua, we may face more-"

"Silver Dust!" Qi Ling's voice was very low, but it was very solid, and there was a kind of extreme restraint in his voice. He simply called Silver Dust's name, but for Silver Dust, the impact on his heart was greater than ever. Because this is the first time in a long time that Qi Ling has contradicted himself.

Qi Ling lowered his head, unwilling to think about it or say more. He even felt that Silver Dust was a little selfish and cruel at this moment.

Gilgamesh, Gilgamesh.

Everything is for Gilgamesh.

It seems that it doesn't matter if everyone but him can die.

Whether it's a lotus spring, a quiet flower, or even, including yourself......

Tears welled up from his red eyes and dripped silently onto his ornate brocade-embroidered robes.

Tianshu Youhua endured the sharp pain in her arm, raised her other arm, and gently pushed it on Qi Ling's knee: "You go quickly, Yinchen is right, don't waste your soul power for me, I believe that the closer you get to the place of captivity, the greater the danger." I have the gift of eternal life, what are you afraid of? Moreover, there is a lot of soul power in the ruins of Utul, so I will be fine. Hurry up......"

A turquoise copper lamp appeared at the feet of the heavenly bouquet of flowers.

Silver Dust's slender and white fingers gently twisted a small knob on the lamp base, and the faint light emanated from the lampshade, the green and turquoise fluorescence did not look like the light of a flame burning, as if it was a shining powder after countless jade stones had been crushed, floating out of the lampshade.

"Ah......h

"What's wrong?" asked Kirai.

"It's okay...... "Tianshu Youhua shook her head and smiled softly at Qi Ling, her delicate and noble countenance finally regained some healthy girlish blush. She clearly felt that the concentration of the golden soul mist around her had increased a lot with the light of the turquoise copper lamp. The arm she had reached into the stone tablet that had been cut through hundreds of blades was instantly healed again—however, the continued rotation of the cutting blade re-sliced the healed muscular vessels. So she didn't hold back the sharp pain that came from her again, and let out a small moan.

"This lamp can produce golden soul mist?" Tianshu Youhua turned her head, looked at Yinchen's frowning brows, and asked softly.

"No, you can't. Silver Dust's deep voice replied, "The name of this Horcrux is [Soul Gathering Jade], it can't directly produce golden soul mist, but it can quickly absorb and gather the golden soul mist in a large area around it, and quickly increase the concentration of golden soul mist in the user's area. It is neither an offensive weapon nor an armor, but it is a useful Horcrux for a soul mage who is injured or consumes a lot of soul power. ”

The concentration of the surrounding golden soul mist became higher and higher, and the Heavenly Bunch Youhua felt that the speed of blood regeneration in her body had increased significantly.

"Thank you. Tianshu Youhua looked at Yinchen and whispered two words.

Yinchen didn't answer, he didn't smile, he just looked at her quietly, his handsome and sharp eyebrows, a raised shadow wrinkled on the arch of his eyebrows, his eyes looked like worry, and like guilt.

"I'm sorry. He was silent for a moment, then said three words.

With that, Silver Dust stood up and walked towards the heavy stone door that was gradually opening in the distance.

"Youhua, you wait for me to come back. Kirin stood up, his voice filled with apologies and guilt. If it weren't for herself, she would still be enjoying a beautiful and quiet life in the county king's mansion that was repaired by golden turquoise......

Tianshu Youhua looked at Qi Ling and nodded reluctantly. She wanted to say something in her heart, but in the end, she said softly: "You go quickly." ”

Heavy stone doors continued to open on both sides.

A rich white cold air poured out from the stone gate, and the inside of the stone gate was filled with white mist that could not be seen, like white vapor coming out of the ice. The white mist obscured the space inside the stone gate, and he had no idea what was going on inside.

Silver Dust walked into the open stone door without looking back, and his figure was completely engulfed by the thick white mist in a matter of seconds.

Qi Ling couldn't help but worry, and called out to Silver Dust in a loud voice, and hurriedly followed. At the last moment, he couldn't help but want to look back at Youhua, however, his figure was already in the surging white mist, the cold air cut off his vision, and his chest tingled slightly. With an inaudible sigh, he hurried towards the vanished silver dust.

- If he can turn back before he goes in.

- If, the heavenly bouquet of flowers can call his name at the end.

When the figures of Silver Dust and Qiling finally disappeared behind the thick fog, Tianshu Youhua couldn't hold back any longer, and large tears, like glittering gems, rolled out of her red eyes.

She looked up—she hadn't dared to raise her head just now, because she was afraid that Silver Dust and Kirin would also notice something she had noticed a long time ago.

She looked at the stone statues that surrounded the altar of blood.

The twelve silent stone statues burned with a cold blue light above their heads.

Each of the twelve statues raised an arm and held it flat forward, but the hand raised by each statue was severed from the elbow up.

Twelve armless stone statues, back to back in a circle, stared vacantly at the blood-filled altar.

Tianshu Yuhua understood, because she knew very well that those blades would only get tighter and tighter as the turntable turned. She wanted to withdraw her hand at the first severe pain, but she found that she couldn't.

- I can hold it now, so don't talk nonsense, if you continue to talk about it, I'll pull out my arm and turn around and leave.

Swindler.

How can it be pulled out?

How could it be gone?

The blood flowed from the body unstoppably, and was continuously absorbed into the black hole on the black stone tablet.

- Kirzero, after rescuing Gilgamesh, you must not come back to me. I don't want you to see me looking like a dry bone after being drained of blood.

"Tut-tut, this picture is so beautiful......" The low metallic timbre came from behind the Tianbou Youhua, like a beast's hot body temperature, a strong spicy smell, clinging to his back, and the heartbeat of the Tianbou Youhua suddenly missed a beat, "Are you like me, and you also like the sweet taste of blood?"

Nether leaned her face to her ear and murmured sensually.

"I warn you, stay away from me, and if you come any closer, I'll ...... I'll just ......"

A black shadow shimmering with shattered light rose from beneath her knees with incredible speed, and the shadow swept past the tip of her nose in front of Yuhua and disappeared above her head.

Before she could come to her senses, she heard the sound of dripping water.

She lowered her head, her arm had been neatly severed from above the elbow, and the remaining arm was stuffed into the black hole, and little by little it was torn into it by the turning blade, turning into bone fragments.

Nether stretched out his slender and bony fingers, gently smearing the blood of the Phantom Flower from the black ice crystal blade, and he put his finger to his lips: "The taste of imperial blood." ”

His eyes were closed, and his expression looked a little psychedelic.

Then Netherworld lifted his foot and kicked the Soul Gathering Jade at his feet towards the Blood Altar.

The copper lamp shattered into pieces.

Yuka sat down on the ground, and a sharp beep began to sound in her ears.

After losing the support of her soul power, a large amount of blood was lost, and her body temperature began to drop rapidly.

In the blood altar, the blood level in those ditches is also dropping.

The heavy stone door stopped opening in both directions, and then gradually and slowly closed.

"Netherworld. The frost faintly called out to the Netherworld, who was walking towards the sky, and he appeared behind the Netherworld like a ghost, without any footsteps, not even any breath.

"What's wrong?" the Netherworld turned impatiently, as if toward the frost.

"Don't look back!" From the empty sunken altar, Treya's heart-rending cry came from the depths of the darkness, "Don't look at his eyes!"

Netherworld instantly jumped backwards, its robes thumping out with the force of its violent, like a black falcon, flying diagonally through the air.

The Netherworld scurried in the direction of Treya's voice.

Treya, scarred, stumbled over the edge of the altar.

"What's going on, who hurt you?" Ghost's eyes instantly filled with angry bloodshots.

"Get out of here, it's a trap!" Treya grasped Nether's arm weakly, her hands trembling.

"What trap?" the Netherworld didn't understand.

A loud explosion came from the top of the long staircase.

Large stones rolled down to the bottom of this pit from all directions. Dust and rubble were flying everywhere.

Red light instantly filled the sky.

Red?

Nether looked up, his pupils instantly narrowing into a narrow line.

Countless huge scarlet tentacles were surging out from the four exits of the labyrinth above the altar, and the blessed red tentacles were like giant pythons, intertwining in the sky above the blood altar, like a net, completely sealing the mouth of the well.

"Blessing?" "Blessing?" Nether's voice was full of confusion, "Why did Blessing hunt you down?"

"It's not a blessing ...... hunt me down," Treya grabbed Nether's arm, her face pale, her throat locked, and her voice sounded like someone was pinching her throat, "That's not a blessing......"

A huge blood vine formed by the intertwining of more than a dozen tentacles slowly poked down from above.

The tip of the blood vine, the tentacles intertwined into a budding bud.

One by one, the tentacles open softly like the petals of a flower.

The tentacles were like an open throne, gently holding up, and the Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring with pure black pupils slowly opened inside.

At the corners of her mouth, there was a charming and seductive smile. Her beautiful cheeks were stained with blood.

"That's the Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring. (To be continued.) )