Chapter 11: The Girl of the Demon Venerable 11

"Right Protector?" Shi Huan called him.

Is the Terran latrine more fragrant, why did you bring her here?

The Demon Domain is mainly black, and the three Dharma Protectors are all dressed in black robes.

And this right protector changed his clothes at some point, and his white crescent robe looked a little human.

Shi Huan said with certainty: "You are a spy." ”

The right protector did not refute, and his face was not very good-looking:

"I've been in the Demon Realm since I was a teenager, and if it weren't for the fact that I wanted to bring you out today, I wouldn't have been exposed for the time being."

Probably for the sake of her being a dying person, he explained, piggybacking on her for dragging oil bottles, which made his years of hard work come to naught.

Shi Huan sneered and sneered: "Who wants you to bring it, have you asked me what I mean!" ”

Today is the day of the sword sacrifice, and directly in front of her is the sword sacrifice pool, on which a dark iron sword hangs, and the scorching spiritual fire is surging around the sword.

Almost all of the high-level cultivators of the human race were present, and the five elders in white robes stood in different positions with the elephants of the five elements.

One by one, cast a death stare at her.

Shi Huan clenched his fists, too lazy to look at the right protector, and called out to Huo'er in the sea of knowledge:

"Fire, human life is at stake, come out quickly!"

A white light suddenly appeared in his head, and the voice of the fire ear also came:

"Damn, where is this, I actually saw luck."

Following Huo'er's prompt, Shi Huan saw a beautiful woman.

Seventeen or eighteen years old, with a soft face. With a sword in his hand, he was next to a tall and handsome man.

Is it that she hurt the Great Demon King?

It's really incredible, no wonder the man was defenseless.

But, "Can you leave her alone, aren't you going to be burned before you find out?" ”

After a pause, she asked:

"Huohuo, can you open a plug-in for me, let me run away first."

She didn't want to be burned at all.

The fire ear shook its feathers and coldly refused:

"I can provide you with the plot, but I can't meddle in the affairs of this world."

Over there, He Qingxue, the son of luck, found that the saint was depressed, her expression resisted, and she said with a righteous face:

"The holy woman saw with her own eyes that our human race had suffered heavy casualties, and so many soldiers sacrificed for the clan, but still refused to sacrifice?"

She can't die for a while.

Everything has a cause and effect, and she's just an outsider who can't empathize with her, or willingly take on responsibilities that shouldn't be her.

But I can't say these words to Qi Yunzi.

So, she said:

"I'm afraid it hurts."

Burning alive, and having to burn for forty-nine days before you can die, is really too cruel and painful.

As if he had heard some joke, Qi Yunzi sneered mockingly, and looked at Shi Huan with contemptuous eyes:

"Oh, the huge human race is in dire straits, which one doesn't hurt. Those soldiers who died heroically, even if they faced the pain of separation of flesh and blood, and the husband and wife were separated by yin and yang, they resolutely fought on the battlefield and took their lives to resist the enemy. Compared to these, you only suffer a little bit of flesh and skin, and you don't want to do anything about it. ”

After a pause, He Qingxue turned her gaze to several white-robed elders again, and her tone was full of disappointment:

"This is the Terran saintess you have chosen? Ridiculous, selfish, delicate and noble, completely disregarding the righteousness and national safety, where is she qualified to be a saint? ”

The Holy Maiden was selected by the five elders of the human race, and as for why Kagura was chosen, not to mention that Qi Yunzi didn't know, even this body didn't know.

When she knew that there was such a thing, she would sacrifice herself to die, and she would not have the heart to think about anything else.

He Qingxue is the daughter of the Terran patriarch and the successor of the next patriarch.

The elder was very respectful to her, and his tone was gentle and authentic:

"Kagura's physique is the most suitable for sacrificing swords, and after so many years, although our elders are still searching, we haven't found a more suitable candidate than Kagura."

He Qingxue didn't buy it and accused:

"She doesn't want to."

This means that they are not taught well.

The will of the sword worshipper resists, weakening the power of the sword.

Several elders looked at each other and considered for a moment:

"The God Devouring Sword has been smelted for a hundred years, and today is the best time to sacrifice the sword, so don't miss it. Kagura is not strong-willed, and although it may weaken the power of the sword, we can make Kagura sacrifice. In these seven seven and forty-nine days, bringing back a few other people who are still in good health and burning them together should be able to make up for the shortcomings. ”

The quality is not enough, the quantity is to make up.

This sword has taken a hundred years to smelt, and if you miss today, you have to come back for another hundred years, and you can't afford it.

So far, that's the only way to go.

He Qingxue nodded reluctantly, and then glared at Shi Huan with an indignant expression:

"If a hundred years of hard work are destroyed in your hands, even if you die, I will not let you go."

It seemed that she was still angry after letting go of the cruel words, and she added another sentence in the tone of looking down at the ants:

"You're really the scum of our Terran race."

Shi Huan only thought it was funny, for the sake of a useless broken sword, he had to force innocent lives to die.

In the end, she, the unjust leader, was scolded and humiliated scum, and the compulsor became a righteous and awe-inspiring hero.

Co-authored, she's damned.

She pulled her lips apart, and her eyes shone with a cold light:

"You're so powerful, you have the ability to come!"

In this world, whose life is not fate?