"Sealed mana, it's not very normal......"

"No, it's not normal. I closed my eyes and shook my head slightly. "I'm different from you, the power I have shouldn't be sealed so simply, but he is really sealed...... The power of this village chief, or the power of the white god, seems to be far beyond our imagination!"

As I spoke, I stretched my arms, took a comfortable position, and began to examine the system in my body.

Fortunately, they sealed me not with a magic weapon but with mana, and if it is mana, it will be lost, and the loss will gradually become invalid, but I don't know when.

In my spiritual world, the system seemed to be bound by a white rope, trying to struggle, but straining on that rope. However, the water droplets can still be pierced by stones, if I am given time to continue grinding like this, it will really break this rope, which is the loss and failure just mentioned.

But do I really have that much time?

"You can feel the power of this seal, too. I asked.

“...... Well. Xiu Shu was silent for a while, probably feeling, and then gently agreed.

"Maybe you won't notice it, but my own power is amazing, so I can feel the wonder of this power, it comes from a place that you don't know, I don't know, but I don't know where it is, and if it's in one place. But ......"

As I spoke, I suddenly opened my eyes, sat up at once, and then finished the second half of the sentence: "One thing is certain. The things here are far beyond the imagination of you and me, as well as the Shadow Army and Commander Duan. He came from another world, another ...... Strange world!"

Having said that, Rao is a thousand-year-old Taoist practice in Shu, well-informed, with a snake bloodline, and has just regained his strength, and he shuddered unconsciously at this time.

No matter how he is, he is still a beast, and they are more aware of danger than humans.

Obviously, the current situation, the feeling about the seal just now, coupled with what I said, has already made him feel a sense of crisis.

"Then what now? We can't run away, aren't we going to let them slaughter?" Xiu Shu immediately panicked, with an obvious panicked expression on his face, looking a little helpless.

I reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I asked you to surrender at that time, because I had been sealed by him at that time, and you alone can't beat those guys." Actually, as it was then, they couldn't win against each other, but the village chief didn't kill me, so I had a little illusion, and the truth was just as I hoped, they didn't kill us right away, but locked us up. ”

"Then what is he doing with us?"

"I don't know......" I shook my head. "There may be other purposes, but we can't sit idly by and try to impact the seal first, but we don't know the effectiveness of this spell, and we can't rule out that as long as this spell is broken, he will be able to detect this possibility immediately. So be cautious. And after the break......"

As I said this, I suddenly felt a little headache.

This sealing technique is very tricky, what he seals is not only my mana, that white rope, what is trapped is not just a system, but the whole mobile phone!

This means that now I can't use all my spells, but I can't even use any of the functions on my phone.

No talking, no texting, no means of communicating with the outside world, equivalent to an island, isolated in this village where three states meet.

At this time, it is impossible to beg God to bless the Sudden Descending Soldiers, and if we cannot find a way to get in touch with the outside world, then we will be trapped and die here! There is no help, there is no hope, there is no possibility of salvation, and there is no possibility of victory.

Twelve White Divine Envoys, mysterious power, that powerful white light, plus the village chief who made me feel terrified with just one move...... The strength displayed by this sand and stone castle at the moment is by no means something that the two of us can resist, and it is ......

"I don't know if you noticed it during the battle, but the twelve white envoys only shot eleven, and one more, and they never made a move. ”

"There is another one?" Xiu Shu was stunned for a moment, but immediately began to recall, and carefully counted the people who had made a move: "That reckless man, the two are separated, the white-bearded old man, the angry one, four girls, and a beggar." Hey, it seems like there's one less!"

"Well, the one less is a question, what kind of existence is he, so that he didn't make a move? Is it because he is the weakest and it's useless to shoot, or is he the strongest and ready for the finale? Or is his ability very special and must be used under special circumstances?"

"Of these three scenarios, only the first one is good for us, which is a two-thirds chance that it is bad for us, and this is still ideal. It's just the two of us here, it's still too arrogant, we need helpers, many, very strong helpers!"

As I spoke, I suddenly stood up and walked to the door, glancing outside, and there was no one else.

"I have an ominous premonition, Xiu Shu, you help me protect the Fa, although the mana is sealed, but your demonic energy still has a certain impact on me, my mana is more magical than yours, and the power of the seal also comes from outside this world, it should be easier to break. I must quickly break this seal and find help!"

......

At this time, the village chief, as well as all the villagers, gathered in the big square in front of the village, and it was still the same platform, which was not laborious to build once, and on the platform, the brazier was also placed on it again.

I don't know if it's because we're too fearless, thinking that our mana is sealed and we don't need to send someone to watch it, or because it's too pious, these people are all gathered here at this time, and there is no exception.

At this point, if I can get out of that cell, there's a good chance I'll be able to slip away and wait a few hours for them to find out.

Unfortunately, I don't know what they were doing, and the scene they are describing now is not something I saw or calculated, but something I heard later. Moreover, the seal has not been broken, and I can't run out yet......

"Accept our sacrifices, O white gods!"

"Accept our sacrifices, O white gods!"

On the stage, the village chief opened his arms, closed his eyes and raised his head slightly, he shouted, and the villagers below shouted, very neatly, it seems that he has done this many times and has developed a habit, and he has already had a tacit understanding.

Under the stage, the leader was the twelve white envoys, followed by countless villagers, men, women and children.

At this time, from behind this group of villagers, a person was pushed and blasted over, squeezed into the crowd.

The villagers gave way one after another, and when they looked at the man, there was not the slightest expression on their faces.

No pity, no sympathy, no hatred, no anger, no ridicule...... It's like an ant walking by, it has nothing to do with you, and there won't be any mood swings at all.

But in this environment, in this state, no matter how you look at it, it shouldn't be like this.

The man was tied with a rope, not gagged, but did not make any sound, his expression was dull, his eyes were scattered, and he was pushed forward by the person behind him, numbly, mechanically.

The twelve white envoys turned their heads to look at him, and the village chief was also looking at him, watching him walk all the way to the front of the stage, and was grabbed by the reckless man among the white envoys and put him on the stage.

Until he was lifted off the ground with his clothes and placed on the platform again, he didn't show the slightest mood swing, standing on the stage, just staring at the gray-robed village chief in front of him in a daze.

The gray-robed village chief was also looking at him, still without those expressions, but his eyes were a little different from those of the villagers.

There was a kind of pity in his eyes that was similar to the sadness of a rabbit and a dead fox, but there was also a wave of joy.

Before the others could react, the gray-robed village chief suddenly pulled out a sharp scimitar from under his wide robe, and without saying a word, he directly swung it diagonally!

——!

The blade cut through the air, rubbed against the wind, and made a crisp and somewhat nice sound, and the rope on the man's body was immediately cut off, and at the same time, there were countless blood vessels in his chest and abdomen!

Poof——!

Immediately, bright red blood splattered out, on the ground, on the high platform, on the brazier, and on the village chief.

But the village chief didn't have any change in his expression, not even the fishy liquid sprayed on his face. And those villagers, those white envoys, are all the same.

The weirdest thing, the one who was cut down, is the same!

The chest and abdomen were split, and the pain was so severe that it couldn't make his expression change in any way, as if his brain had been completely destroyed, leaving only a shell, a walking corpse.

And immediately after, the gray-robed village chief did not have the slightest intention of stopping, and swung his sharp blade, first tearing all the clothes on his body, and then, the skin, and flesh!

The scene is enough to scare the children, everyone is indeed so calm, there are many children at the scene, the youngest is less than five years old, but he also has an indifferent face that is completely inconsistent with his age, and he looked at the "performance" on the stage lightly, without even blinking his eyes.

The gray-robed village chief had a good knife skill, his arm was waving like a phantom, and in just a few seconds, a living person became a pile of skeletons, and a large puddle of meat mud piled aside!

With a wave of his sleeves, the rags of the clothes that were torn at the beginning immediately flew up, as if they were being fiddled with by countless pairs of invisible hands, and they shook themselves in the air, and they actually began to knot each other and connect them into a rope?!

Casually, this cloth rope was drawn on the brazier with a wave of the village chief's arm, and began to wrap up.

The gray-robed village chief didn't pay any attention to the cloth rope, squatted down, took a scimitar and inserted a pick under the pile of bones, all the bones were blocked together, up or down each other, as if they were stacked into a work of art with a peculiar style, he picked it up with a knife, and it was not scattered, but became a whole, and was picked up.

At this moment, everyone's eyes became enthusiastic, as if this wonderful performance had finally reached its peak.

Everyone was looking at the brazier, at the pile of bones, as if they were watching an extremely sacred ritual. It's just that the ritual is too bloody.

"Accept our sacrifices, O white gods!"

With another shout, the village chief's arm shook, and all the bones fell into the brazier!

Instantly!——!

In the brazier, a fierce flame suddenly ignited into the sky!

In the midst of the flames, white air currents came out and began to fit on the meat mud, and there was no movement, but the pile of meat paste was really decreasing......

"White God, soon we will have new and better sacrifices. The village chief laughed to himself, laughing horribly, laughing weirdly.

And at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded: "Take the living as a sacrifice, old fellow, you dare to say that you can compare to me?!"

"Huh?!"

Hearing this voice, the old village chief suddenly became excited and looked back.

This voice is not only familiar to him, but also familiar to everyone present, and even if Xiu Shu and I hear it, it will feel familiar.

It's not just familiar, it's incredible.

Because this voice is the voice of the village chief!