The sacrifice on the altar was nearing its end, and the man who had been reborn with dragon blood fell to his knees again in front of the golden eyes in the sky. The golden eyes of the noble presence in the sky gradually dimmed. The dancing priests and singers carried the lanterns placed on the edge of the altar and left in a flock of the newborn hybrids.

The bustling altar fell silent, most of the lanterns were removed, and the darkness and cold of the periphery gradually invaded. On the dimly lit stone platform, the beautiful red priestess stood quietly, she raised her head, and her golden red eyes retreated silently to look at the fading golden eyes in the sky.

As if the actual coldness hit again, Chen Motong, who was wearing pajamas, hugged her arms tightly, and in this space that I don't know if it was a dream or something else, she was still wearing silk pajamas that were more beautiful than practical. She took a slight step forward, stepping barefoot completely on top of the altar.

It seemed that the metal and stone altar exuded an inexplicable heat, and the warmth surged up her heart along the soles of her feet, and she couldn't help but move her toes, and her somewhat stiff posture relaxed a little. Then she looked up and ...... the dancers on the altar Or the priests, looking at the eyes that were about to fade.

The light above the altar had diminished, so the eyes were still visible even when they were dark. There was no emotion or anger in those golden eyes that exuded an aura that wanted to make people kneel. She was like the sun, but she emitted a light colder than the moonlight, like a completely dead thing...... Perhaps the owner of this golden boy, who may have been an incomparably noble existence, died long ago in the distant past.

Chen Motong lowered his head and no longer looked at the golden eyes with an inexplicable sense of familiarity. She looked sideways over the stone platform and saw a glitter in the beautiful priest's eyes beyond the mask. Although she couldn't see her face, her face covered by the mask was probably already covered with tears.

His heart suddenly seemed to be pricked by something, and then it was not the outside world, but a chill that emerged from the bottom of his heart all over Chen Motong's body. Some warm liquid hit her cold skin, and she raised her hand to wipe away the tears that had been hanging on her face at some point.

As if a drop of water was hitting the surface of the water, something imperceptible had happened to the entire space. The priest on the stone platform seemed to have discovered this intruder who had crossed time, she lowered her head, and the red eyes that were extremely familiar to Chen Motong looked at her silently.

The mask of Huaxia Longlong's head carried a majesty that made people dare not look at it directly, but the red eyes on the mask were completely opposite to the powerful Chen Motong, unusually warm and soft. She looked at Chen Motong in the audience quietly, as if she was looking at her own shadow.

Wiping away all the tears, Chen Motong ignored Nachiao's mask, raised his head and looked at her with the same red eyes as the other party, which she had never seen before, and there was some inexplicable spiritual staring.

After a long time, the priest opposite closed his eyes and said as if sighing, "This power ...... After all, it became a source of strife. ”

Her voice was incomparably familiar, and as soft as her gaze. But there was a deep sense of exhaustion in the voice, like the wind blowing down the yellowed leaves of the ancient poplar trees that stood in the middle of the barren desert.

"What a poor and pathetic child......" She opened her eyes and looked at Chen Motong with a sad look in her eyes.

Chen Motong, who didn't know if she was pitiful and pathetic, was silent, and she was extremely observant and found that the person standing in front of her didn't seem to be her imagination, or a simple vision. The red priest seemed to have a mind of her own, feelings of her own, and the sadness and pity in her eyes did not seem to be fake. Chen Motong felt as if she had really broken into the dream of a noble existence.

"Perhaps, you shouldn't have been born into this world in the first place." She said this, but it seemed to be full of malice but not malice, as if it was simply saying, "You are destined to be the beginning of chaos, and all people, as long as they understand your value, whether they are evil or good, strong or weak, will choose to keep you by their side." Or is it ...... Directly ruined. ”

It shouldn't have been born in this world...... Chen Motong lowered his head, and suddenly couldn't help laughing, and at the same time, there were uncontrollable tears. Perhaps this is indeed the case, if she had not been born, then her mother's poor woman, no matter how unsatisfactory her life was, would not have died; Those who covet her openly and secretly may lose their goals and stop moving; She wouldn't have done so many bad things......

But that's only if, when she's standing here, those ifs don't hold up.

She raised her head, looked at the extremely ancient and majestic mask from the corner of her red eyes, and said word by word: "My life is not defined by anyone, whether it is good or bad is also experienced by myself; What the consequences will be and what will be affected is also up to me. ”

Her red eyes gradually lit up with a golden and ancient light, and the dragon blood that had been silent in her body for a long time also boiled. Something that had been hidden in her body for a long time, and which she had not yet had any intention of manifesting, was now heeding her call and revealing its true form.

"I give you blood, refine your soul with blood...... snake-like words flashed in front of her, and she chanted softly, as if she was about to chant the dragon that appeared in front of her.

The golden eyes that were no longer visible in the sky became solid again, but unlike before, these eyes emitted a rainbow light like the Milky Way in the middle of the night on one side, and a golden light as bright as the sun on the other. As if awakened, the owner of this eye slowly opened his eyes and quietly looked at the ancient altar that stood in darkness, or in some unknown space.

Feeling the change in space, Chen Motong, who stopped chanting, raised his head with the priest, and a pair of eyes in the sky that were rainbow and golden on the other side seemed to have really crossed time and space, and set their eyes on them.

Seeing those truly familiar eyes, the corners of Chen Motong's mouth couldn't help but hook up, and he smiled silently. Although she was a little surprised to appear in such a form, the light finally shone on her body again.

The priest beside her looked at the eyes that reappeared in the sky with the same concentration as she did, and she silently closed them again when she felt some kind of will that existed in them.

"The Great Mantra Nirvana, it didn't have a name, but that's what I called it. You can also give it a name if you want. She said softly, as if she was afraid of disturbing anyone, "It is not within the mantra you know, it is a very special existence. And it's not something you can control, you're not complete right now, and it's okay to use it forcibly, if you want to die. ”

"Nirvana, it seems that those guys don't want me to live at all......" Chen Motong, who withdrew his gaze from the sky, looked sideways at the priest who didn't know when he came to her.

She didn't seem to be afraid of the eyes in the sky, and put her hand on her mask. The mask of ancient majesty was taken off, and a face that did not surprise Chen Motong appeared in front of her.

"You don't seem surprised at all?" The priest looked at her and smiled softly.

The vicissitudes that could not be concealed converged in the red eyes, the face that was obviously the same as her, and wore classical makeup, but the way she smiled looked unusually old.

Chen Motong, who was not surprised by this, silently looked at this face that was the same as himself and said, "Even if you tell me that the black emperor will be resurrected tomorrow, and the world will be destroyed, I will not be surprised." Maybe I'm more likely to applaud. ”

"But you don't look like you're planning to die together." The priest looked up at the sky, her eyes narrowed slightly, like a real maiden, and like a cat basking in the sun, enjoying the light.

She reached out and plucked the hairpin that held her hair in place, and the red hair fell like a waterfall. The gold ornaments that were fixed between the strands of hair fell one after another, and a kaleidoscope of light shimmered between the countless strands. The gold ornament fell to the ground, exploded like a bubble, and disappeared into a little bit of golden debris.

"It may seem a little late to say this, but the person who went to pick you up has probably arrived. If you don't want to die, hold on a little longer. She turned her head and walked to the edge of the altar with her long red hair, which was almost down to her calves, "But it seems like I'm overthinking, you seem to have other options." ”

Holding a lantern, she turned her head, her plain white face looked a little ruddy under the illumination of the lantern, and it also illuminated her thick, but not gaudy makeup.

Chen Motong silently looked at the beautiful woman sitting on the edge of the altar with a lantern at the moment, her long hair dragging on the ground, looking a little lazy. The red lip makeup is unusually commensurate with her, beautiful but dignified; There is also a golden print on her eyebrows, with the golden jewelry on the heavy clothes, it looks extremely gorgeous and noble, gorgeous like the demon concubine in the ancient palace.

Taking off her mask, she let go of her duties as a priest, and the heavy gown did not stop her charm, and she stretched her body as if she was idle. As she just said, she is the beginning of chaos, the source of strife, and perhaps her beauty alone is enough to start many wars.

"Then it's time to say goodbye, I know you have a lot of things you want to ask, but don't ask, it's useless to ask, I won't answer you." She said lazily, shutting up Chen Motong, who had just wanted to say something. The languid woman allows her to see herself, or her fully grown self.

The priest looked up at the sky, into the eyes that had been silently watching them: "If there is a chance in the future......

“…… No, it's better not to see it. Then she suddenly lowered her head and blew out the lantern in her hand.

The last light on the altar disappeared, and a mist peeked out of the darkness, completely enveloping Chen Motong. At the same time, the eyes in the sky were completely darkened.

……

"Uh-huh, as I expected...... "Someone in the darkness muttered and nodded, muttering to themselves, "There are only three existences that can rewrite bloodlines." As one of the replicas, she does have such abilities. ”

She shoved a handful of popcorn into her mouth, ignoring the maids who were going back and forth around her. The maids were still busy with their own business as if they hadn't noticed her. They placed the classical and solemn palace lamp on the edge of the altar, and the dim altar was illuminated, but it was still dark outside the altar.

It was as if the light could not penetrate the black mist, and the dead air flowed through it. Touching the black mist, even the elements became dead. It was like a place of execution for dragons, where unknown sinners were imprisoned, waiting for the time to condemn them.

"Hmph, pretend." Retracting her gaze from the impenetrable darkness, she burned the empty popcorn bucket in her hand with a dissatisfied fire.

The rising flames and smoke were blocked by the transparent realm in front of her, and the maids outside, who knew nothing about it, placed various magic weapons beside Chen Motong on the stone platform. Her eyes exuded a noble gold, but her gaze was glazed, and she sat upright on the stone platform like a puppet, letting the maids around her do it.

She held the ancient dragon's head mask with a disorienting glow in her hand, and she wore a heavy costume as if she were a sacrifice to the gods. Then, the gold in her eyes grew brighter and brighter, and her gaze, still dull, began to chant softly, and a calm but grand realm spread out above the altar.

The busy maids stopped, and someone quickly turned and disappeared into the darkness, as if to report to someone. The others surrounded her, their golden eyes lit up, guarding her in the midst of it.

"Alright, touch the fish...... After probing for so long, it's time to get down to business. The black figure in the field stretched his waist and snapped his fingers a little casually.

"Scratch." A very small sound sounded, and just when the maids heard the sound and raised their heads left and right to be vigilant, on the stone platform, a shallow black line appeared on the dragon head mask held by Chen Motong. The black line gradually expanded, and then suddenly cracked at some point.

The cracked mask slipped off the stone platform and fell to the altar of unknown material, making an unusually distinct sound in the silent space. The maids looked back, looking at the cracked old face, a little bewildered.

But at this moment, a red figure swooped down from the stone platform: "Dare to hypnotize the old lady, did you choose my Bajiquan elective course for fun?" ”

Looking at the red-haired girl who began to show her strength, the black shadow shook her head and sighed: "It's obviously the same existence as the princess, why is there such a big difference?" ”

"Okay, little princess, you work hard, hold on for a while." She gently receded into the shadows behind her, "The people haven't arrived yet, it's still a little too early to show up......"

After her figure completely disappeared from the altar, a pair of bright golden eyes looked over in the dark space outside the altar.