"To the left. ”

"Forward. ”

"To the right. ”

“......”

The divine soul mind passed outside the heart, and the soul controlled the body to move forward according to the words, and after a long time, I couldn't help but ask in confusion: "Do you know where the Jizo flower is?"

"Jizo flowers were given to Kozo by me. The tone was flat.

"......" shocked inexplicably.

Thousands of lotus flowers, although the posture is different, but in fact, at a glance, there is not much difference, all the way to fly, and finally stop in front of an inconspicuous lotus.

If you hadn't told me in advance that this was a Jizo flower, you would never have guessed that it was a Jizo flower!

"This one?"

"Yes, it's this one, it smells of my blood, and there is also Xiaozang's. ”

Wei Ping stood on the water, squatted down, and held the lotus flower called Jizo Flower with both hands, and the moment his hands touched, the sky swirled.

Vocal Sanskrit singing: "A flower is a world, a leaf is the same." ”

......

The soul saw a strange world, a completely strange world, a world that did not belong to him.

"God of Light bless, may Yin Luo continue to follow in your footsteps in this life, Ximing!"

With her head slightly lowered, her left hand touching her chest, and her right index finger tapping on her forehead, left shoulder, chest, and right shoulder, forming a symbol of light, Yin Luo knelt on the edge of the abyss, chanting words in her mouth, her face was pale, and she completed a prayer.

Simin, "I hope that the light will always be with you", is the phrase at the end of the prayer.

Yin Luo is a cultist of the God of Light, from the Central Continent to the Western Continent, all the way through the Dusk Cloud Land, the Red Dust Land, and the Yufei Land, and before these three lands exploded and sank, he came to the Demon Fall Abyss of the Demon Abyss Land, did not die, and lived safely until now two years later, he should thank the God of Light for his blessing!

But now that she is about to face death, she is about to be shrouded in the shadow of death, and even as a cultist of the god of light, her heart trembles.

"Please, don't kill me, don't kill me, I can do anything, ah-"

Listening to Jia Cui's desperate screams beside her, Yin Luo's whole body stiffened, and fear made her unable to move, until the sword body was close to her, and her kneeling body fell straight to the ground, and the huge pain in her limbs made her regain control of her body.

Looking at it sideways, Jia Cui landed on all fours, her arms and legs were full of sword wounds and blood, her slightly chubby face was close to the ground, tears and snot flowed, she howled, cried, convulsed, despair, horror, and hatred filled her entire eyeballs......

Jia Cui's parents are alive, there is an elder brother and a younger brother, in this troubled era, it can be said that people are prosperous, so Jia Cui is not valued in the patriarchal family, this sacrifice day was selected to maintain the life of the whole family.

Looking at the hatred in Jia Cui's eyes, Yin Luo's gray eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, hate, do you hate it?

Don't hate.

She remembered what her father said to her when he was dying, "Yin Luo, be a strong person and protect your mother and younger brother!"

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel relieved, a bright light flashed in her gray eyes, and she muttered to herself in her heart: "Father, Yin Luo did it." ”

Sven watched his subordinates cut down the people of Lianyuan Thirteen Village to the ground one by one, and the blood slowly flowed down the ditch dug in advance, outlining a bright red trajectory, which looked so pleasing to the eye, coupled with the crying, screaming, and cursing, his eyes were covered with a faint layer of red, and the smugness in his heart climbed up the corners of his mouth, obliquely pulling out a hideous arc.

Two years ago, Sven made a statement to Sheng Tianqi, the leader of the Demon Flame Mercenary Group, to gather the scattered villages near the Demon Fall Abyss to form the current Thirteen Villages of Lianyuan, and let them hand over one person from each family on April 4 every year for sacrifice, and the Demon Flame Mercenary Group can keep this village safe for a year, and if they don't pay, they will leave.

The number of people who walk is zero, a cruel number.

Everyone in the village knows that in these years, human life is like a mustard, without the protection of one party's forces, if you go out, you will die, and if you don't leave, you can live for one more year, by yourself or your family.

is such a truth, how many families have broken their hearts, and it is not a simple matter to choose who dies and who lives.

Of course, for some families, it is very simple, such as Jia Cui's home. There are quite a few such homes.

Sven is sven, white and clean, wearing a pair of tortoiseshell glasses, just like a teacher, but he likes this kind of thing in his heart, and likes to watch these families reveal their original colors when they choose to live and die!

He was proud of this proud work, and this proud work also brought him real benefits, from a small leader to a deputy commander, and above a hundred people under one person.

A figure burst into Sven's line of sight, dressed in black and wearing a one-piece hood, shrouded in darkness, occasionally with the light flickering, faintly glimpsing thin lips and pointed chins.

Sven put away the hideous smile on the corner of his mouth, turned over and dismounted, walked quickly to the side of the black-clothed figure, and said in a low voice respectfully:

"Your Excellency. ”

The black-clothed image didn't hear Sven's voice, and looked around, the blood first drew a circle on the periphery, and then converged in eight straight lines from all directions, reaching the sacrificial altar in the center.

The altar is four meters high, in the form of a four-cornered platform, and the whole body is pitch black, and in the darkness there is a dark shadow like a snake swimming, and the sunlight is close to it, but it cannot shine into it.

The blood reached the area around the altar and slowly spread up from the pitch-black stone, and the snake shadow in it swam even more frantically, and its body turned dark red.

When the blood flowed to the top, and the snake figure stood still, the black-clothed figure floated onto the altar.

At this moment, the rumbling sound of horses' hooves came from far and near, and Sven turned his head to see that it was Sheng Tianqi, the leader of the Demon Flame Mercenary Regiment, who was here.

Seventy or eighty demonic flame horses galloped forward, with a momentum like a rainbow, and when the horses' hooves landed on the ground together, the earth seemed to tremble.

On the most majestic Demon Flame Horse, there was a burly man, one meter nine tall, with sword eyebrows and sideburns, starry eyes, a straight nose and a wide mouth, and a Chinese face, with a majestic atmosphere!

When he got closer, Sheng Tianqi reined in the reins of his horse, raised his horse's head high, and pointed obliquely to the sky, and then the horse's hooves fell heavily and the dust flew up, and he glanced at the sacrificial altar, and then looked up at the sky.

The timing was just right.

When the sun is in the sky, a dark cloud suddenly comes, the sun shines one second, the next second the darkness is shrouded, and the whole demon falls into the abyss of black and winter, and he can't see his five fingers.

The Demon Flame Horse's forehead has a half-curved sharp horn, and at this time, a cloud of flames is faintly lit in the dark, the flames are light blue, and there is blue smoke when burning, silent, and it looks a little weird.

In this pale blue light, you can vaguely see that on the sacrificial altar, the black-clothed figure is independent, with his left hand spread flat to his chest, his right hand is upright, the two fingers of the index are together, the thumb is pressed on the little finger of the ring finger, the wrist is against the palm of the left hand, and the words are recited in the mouth.

"Blood, gather!"

"The Dark Serpent is out, lead!"

I saw that the blood qi on the sacrificial platform rose to the sky, and after rushing to a hundred meters, it filled the air, forming a large blood-red disk, and the bloody qi was strong.

Then the dark red snake shadow in the sacrificial altar came alive, and drilled out from under the pillar, and traveled down the abyss wall at a very fast speed, and after a short time, it returned to burrow into the pitch-black stone body, and its body changed from dark red to dark black.

What followed was a huge figure, the lowest one was three meters tall, the highest was ten meters tall, their whole bodies were black and inky, their eyes were all white, there were no pupils, and their feelings were all revealed by a big black mouth, emitting a tearing, sharp, and twisted terrifying roar.

This is a false puppet, a person who dies and is dissolved by resentment, has no reason, only knows how to kill.

Void golems floated up from the edge of the abyss in a steady stream, and as soon as they appeared, the terrifying roar completely overshadowed the cries of the thirteen villages of Lianyuan, and some people even saw them floating in front of them, and they were so frightened that they forgot to cry and forget the great pain in their limbs.

The village has a word of mouth that it is a puppet and likes to devour essence and blood.

Those who have seen the puppets are dead.

There were more than 100 people lying in a straight line in the circle on the periphery of the sacrificial altar, and for the fifty or sixty void puppets who lived in the Demon Fall Abyss, it was a gluttonous feast!

With a roar full of excitement, the puppets pounced on the crowd below, and the bloody and cruel picture began.

On a small road three kilometers away, Old Man Pu suddenly stopped, Li Xiao didn't know where to float, he didn't notice it for a while, he hit it directly, his feet were unstable, and he sat on the ground.

"Old man Pu, can you walk happily?"

The moment he saw Li Xiao, his soul was shocked, it was exactly the same as him, this is a divine soul?