"I'll fly up high and see if there's any mechanism or any other mural clue." Yin Xiu found a reason and flew to the top of the hall dozens of meters high.

She knew the next steps of the sacrifice.

Those huge urns will become the focus of Mo Xun and Qi Qing's rummaging, and they will also be the place where they are buried. As soon as they opened the urn, everyone nearby would automatically be sucked into it, so she had to fly higher and reach a safe distance.

She felt that she had done nothing wrong, and she even kindly reminded her that what was put in the urn could not be taken out again. It's just that those two people are lucky, thinking that they are high-level abilities, who can deal with all emergencies and always want to save their team members.

She can't be blamed for being ruthless.

When the urn is filled with offerings, fresh blood is channeled into magical pipes, which are transformed into elixir. It has just been confirmed that the "Zhiling" is still there, and the system is still functioning. The sacrifice can be carried out completely, she has inherited the bloodline of the Yin family, and after drinking those elixirs, she can awaken the real "divine power" and activate those ancient facilities with spiritual power.

It was a gift from the undead to the Yin clan.

As long as the energy tower here is activated and other space-time gates are connected, her people can easily reach here, and even follow in the footsteps of the undead to new migration planets.

Suddenly, Yin Xiu, who had reached the top of the main hall, felt a chill.

Obviously, Mo Xun and Qi Qing were still carefully checking those urns below, there shouldn't be anyone else at the top of the hall, could it be that the undead really came back?

If so, why didn't Zhiling remind her?

"Oh, delicious food, and a perfect shell." An unfamiliar voice spoke in Yin Xiu's mind with an ancient rune spell.

Yin Xiu looked around nervously, but found that there was no one at all.

"Don't look for it, you can't see me. I can use your shell though, your bloodline is of high purity. "That voice praised, you also know a lot of history in the past, and it is easier to accept me.

"You're undead?" Yin Xiu guessed that the other party used mental power to communicate, and the two may not be in the same visual band at all.

According to the legend left by the clan, there were other civilizations in the Glowing Star, and long before the age of mythology, that civilization was able to communicate across the stars. It's just that the intelligent life and its creations are in a different visual frequency band from humans, and they can't see each other and their creations. Only with mental power can we communicate for a short time.

Could it be that the undead ended up going to the Glow, adapting themselves to the visual bands there, and then they're back now?

"Your imagination is really rich." The voice sighed, "It's a pity that my spirit body is about to run out, and I don't have more time to chat with you." ”

Mo Xun and Qi Qing saw Yin Xiu fly from the top of the hall to another place.

The temple there is bigger and wider than here.

As the urn made a strange sound, a strange rhythm began to echo in the space. Just like after the chimes are played, the ancient music can easily arouse people's emotional resonance, making people seem to have a glimpse of the gods high above, and they can't help but want to kneel down.

Yin Xiu no longer communicated with the outside world, as if she had lost her soul, but lay down on the circular platform in the middle of the hall.

The platform is not carved out of stone. Unlike the materials used to construct the huge architectural space, it is as if some kind of decoration was added later, like those carved murals.

When Yin Xiu lay on his back, the platform glowed with golden light in the music, and a black mist condensed around him. A red liquid was sucked down the pipes below the table and into the top of the table.

The source of those red liquids is those urns.

Only one urn seemed to be empty, without red liquid, and it did not turn, and the lid was opened, as if waiting to be put into the offering.

Mo Xun said to Qi Qing: "According to the previous plan, you stay away from here, and I'll go to the urn to have a look." ”

Qi Qing retreated to the corner of the main hall, the same passage where they came, staring closely at the wonderful things that were happening in the center of the main hall.

It was as if a complex array had been activated, and the music resonated with the sound of blood flowing. Xiaohua also seemed to have lost her rational perception of the outside world, and her huge body stiffly crawled over, approaching the circular stone platform in the center, and religiously guarding the life on the stone platform.

"Zhiling" is suspended above Yin Xiu.

The sacrifice was initiated.

The other urns couldn't be opened anyway, Mo Xun could only check the only one that could be opened, as long as he got close, he would be dragged into the black urn by a huge suction.

Qi Qing was restless when she saw Mo Xun being sucked into the urn. When a bright red liquid flowed out of the pipes under the urn, she couldn't contain her nervousness any longer.

She pulled out the dirt bike in the space.

In the center console of the car is a cute ceramic doll, which does not match the cold and hard style of the whole car. But that thing is a special item [Come Back Man]. It can set the anchor point in advance and get the men in the range back into the car where the prop is placed.

Fortunately, a few seconds later, Mo Xun finally appeared in the cab.

He covered his chest and abdomen, bright red oozed from his fingers, and his face was unusually pale, but he was sane and said, "The one on the altar may not be Yin Xiu anymore." ”

As he spoke, Yin Xiu on the altar floated in the air. However, her posture was not the same as she used to fly in the air, she still lay on her back with her eyes closed. There were countless bright red blood swirling around her body, and those bright red colors steamed, turning from liquid to mist, making the original black fog black and red.

In such an empty space, only this place is the brightest, with gold on the periphery, black and red wrapped around Yin Xiu's body.

Mo Xun and Qi Qing heard someone speaking in their minds, and they were no longer using ancient rune spells, but as if they were communicating directly with their hearts, and there were no boundaries of language.

"It's a descendant of the bloodline of the eight surnames, and he actually used a special item from the natural disaster trial to escape the urn, which is very smart. It looks like you've taken a closer look at the murals. In order to praise history and ancestors, the people of the Yin family left those traces, I knew that you could also understand them, and I should erase those clumsy marks. ”

"You're undead?" Qi Qing asked in her mind.

"The undead are a thing of the past." The voice was obviously not satisfied with the glory of the past, "Your bloodline purity is also relatively high, and it is a good tonic. Enter yourselves into the urns, lest you damage these magnificent vessels. ”

Then not long after the voice was triumphant, Yin Xiu opened her eyes, her eyes were full of horror and pain, her body began to writhe and struggle, the black and red mist was broken by her, and her consciousness seemed to be snatching control of her body.

"What did you do!" The voice shouted out from Yin Xiu's mouth, the voice was terrible, and the pride just now was gone.

It was no longer a mysterious voice that only appeared in people's heads, but in many languages, as long as it was Yin Xiuhui, they all shouted this sentence painfully and repeatedly, like a broken repeater.

Yin Xiu's appearance also changed, and the delicate skin and flesh that were well maintained and visible to the naked eye began to decay and decay.

Double more and second more. The ruins of the ancient pyramids, the so-called imperial tombs, that can be found by the world today, are likely to have been built tens of thousands of years ago and reused nearly a thousand years ago. Think about what the huge nuclear power plants that are being built now will be considered in 10,000 years?

(End of chapter)