Ye Shubai let out a great sigh, but a considerable part of the human beings who watched him, the beheaded, sympathized with him, and those princes and nobles who came with the human emperor, including the national teacher Feng Buchan, all shouted loudly to Ye Shubai Ye Gong's strong and immortal martial soul.

This made Ye Shubai a little moved, but he quickly reined in this emotion, he didn't want to be moved to tears because of these calls, he didn't want that group of demons and monsters to see him become a scared crying little kid.

Walking through that ocean of heartbreak, a sea of children, six hundred children standing together, the scene was spectacular enough. Ye Shubai glanced over, and those little children dressed in colorful clothes showed happy expressions one by one, as if they were waiting for the performance to be excited. Of course, they don't feel about death, but it is this kind of joy and cheer before death that gives people too much impact, which can simply break the weakest part of a person's heart and make people feel a huge pain that catches them off guard.

Ye Shubai did not cry because of those sincere and heroic calls, but was cried by this group of little children and cried like dogs.

The twelve demon singers next to the main altar were still singing the sacrificial song over and over again, and their voices were very ethereal and beautiful.

I have to say that the person who wrote this song in the first place is really a big man, and he can write a song so ethereal, poignant and beautiful, and it hits people's souls.

Ye Shubai walked through the sea of sadness and slowly walked up to the main altar, the old deer lamented again and again in the sea of qi, saying that he was completely wiped out this time, but Ye Shubai was not in the mood to talk nonsense with him.

At this moment, a strong wind arose under the bottomless abyss, and the wind blew up from the bottom of the gray pit, and burrowed into Ye Shubai's clothes, causing him to feel a chill, and the wind blew off the two bamboo poles on the main altar with white flags.

But this little episode did not affect the memorial ceremony in the slightest. A demon boy hurriedly took away the broken bamboo pole, and quickly inserted the two brand-new white flags back into their original position along with the bamboo poles.

The sacrificial ceremony was hosted by the demons, and of course the high priest of the demons presided over the ceremony.

A lean and refined old man with beautiful feathers on his head, looking like an old hen, walked slowly to the main altar, raised his hands to the sky, his shriveled palms were like two roots that had been dead for many years, he closed his eyes, and his mouth was full of words, thinking that it should be a prayer or other sacrificial text.

Ye Shubai was pushed to the edge of the slide of the main altar by the two demon soldiers, and he only needed to be gently pushed, and he would fall into the bottomless abyss. Looking at the dizzying bottom of the dizzying pit that seemed to be gray and seemed to flicker with dark red fire, Ye Shubai's fear arose. It is said that under the bottomless abyss is the Demon Fire Purgatory, but who knows, no one who goes down can come up anyway. Then if I go down, naturally I can't get up, I don't know what it's like to die.

The high priest muttered a sacrificial text, then slowly opened his eyes, held a piece of rune paper in his hand, walked up to Ye Shubai, and pasted the rune paper on his forehead, just like in the movie in the previous life, zombies couldn't move if they were pasted with rune paper.

However, Ye Shubai was able to move, he reached out and ripped off the yellow rune paper, and played with it with interest in his hand.

"Hey, why don't you have a rune on it, how can you fix me without a rune?" Ye Shubai said with a hippie smile, not taking the impending death seriously.

The high priest was also shocked by this guy's confusion, and said angrily: "Bold, you are blaspheming the gods, hurry up and close the spirit talisman, and help you ascend to heaven and go to the Divine Mountain of Bliss later." ”

"Damn! I can't ascend to heaven without this rune? Besides, I'm going to hell, big brother! Remember, don't get it wrong. Ye Shubai still looked like a pi lai, threw the rune paper into the wind, and let it go with the wind.

Wow!

There was a big uproar from the people around them.

The sacrificial ceremony has always been solemn and solemn, even if it is the Immortal Emperor of the Ten Thousand Ages, he does not dare to show even a little undignified expression at the ceremony, while the others are even more solemn and do not smile. Although Ye Shubai said that it was a sacrifice, he was too out of tune in the face of death, at least he should cry bitterly and express repentance!

"Bold, bold!" the priestess shouted in a hoarse voice. He has been busy working on the main altar for a long time, sometimes trembling all over, making bursts of strange sounds, calling to the gods, sometimes chanting words, reciting a series of sacrifices that others don't know what to hear, he is also very tired, who knew that he performed so hard, but he was messed up by Ye Shubai's disdainful actions.

The High Priest's anger sparked the displeasure of the two demon soldiers, who let out a threatening roar at Ye Shubai, their faces as hideous as two wild beasts.

Old deer, it's time for us to go!

Ye Shubai made such a fuss, and he also knew that the time had come, anyway, he jumped down in style, and did a wonderful backflip for two and a half weeks, well, two and a half weeks is too difficult, and a wonderful backflip and jump down is at least much better than being pushed down by the demon soldiers.

Master, the old slave walks with you on the Huangquan Road.

Mr. Deer's voice was low, and he didn't sound the slightest fluctuation in his emotions, but there was still a hint of fear in his voice. Although he had died once, the pain of his body no longer existed, but it was a terrible experience for the primordial god to be burned to ashes by the flames.

Just when the high priest was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, Ye Shubai waved his hand at the crowd of onlookers and shouted goodbye! Then he jumped over, he wanted to do a wonderful backflip, but his body was stretched into a bow due to nervousness, don't think about the backflip, it would be good if he could jump out completely. And the posture of jumping out is not wonderful at all, and it has nothing to do with chic,

He jumped backwards, so he faced the stunned gazes of the crowd, and he tried to keep his expression indifferent, even a little stinky arrogance, and then, the cold wind began to blow up from below, blowing his face painfully, and he fell straight to the bottom of the bottomless abyss.

When Ye Shubai jumped down like this, there was a scream in the human crowd, and even many people were already crying. Li Hao tiptoed on his heels at this time, stretched his neck, looked at Ye Shubai's figure that jumped down, and felt like someone had been stabbed in his heart, the pain was incomparable, and he gritted his teeth and hissed: "Ye Gong is immortal through the ages!"

The people of the sect such as Feng Buchan are also like ashes, like mourning.

The wind, a huge wind blew up from below the bottomless abyss, at first the wind was cold, blowing goosebumps on Ye Shubai's body, and then the air gradually warmed, and then later, the temperature of the air gradually rose, scorching.

Yes!

When Ye Shubai turned his body over in the air, he couldn't help but let out an exclamation, he was facing a huge sea of fire, the boundless sea of fire, the churning and burning molten slurry, emitting a pungent strong smell, straight to his nose. Causing him to feel suffocated, Ye Shubai hurriedly covered his mouth and nose, and then fell towards the sea of rolling molten lava.

Pain, burning pain began to come, the clothes on his body were scorched due to the heat of the heat, and the gale wind struck his face with sparks, producing a stinging pain like a pinprick in his face.

It's getting closer and closer, the molten slurry rolling in the sea of fire is getting closer and closer, every inch of skin on Ye Shubai's body, every cell, every nerve is being scorched by the fire, the kind of dizzying pain is like being cut by a thousand knives, Ye Shubai smells the stench of the skin and flesh on his body being burned, and lets out a heart-rending scream!

At this moment, a cold light suddenly appeared, enveloping him in an instant, and then the cold light connected to him, and fell into the boiling molten molten at high temperature like a cannonball.

It was a wonderful feeling, like lying in warm swaddling clothes on a winter morning, smelling the fragrance of mother's milk, slowly opening my eyes, looking at my mother with a sweet and doting smile, and softly calling baby.

Ye Shubai felt this way at the moment, as if he had experienced a new life, and his whole soul and body were refreshed.