"Your son will descend to the altar of Wushan as the Holy Son in thirteen years, and will be cut out of his heart by the priests of the Wu Clan, and sacrificed to heaven and earth!

"Don't!" Feng Wuxuan shouted and woke up from his dream, cold sweat running down his pale cheeks. A head of snow hair hangs down to the waist. In an instant, the panicked look on her face disappeared, and she returned to her previous coldness. It's just that I'm tired and lie on the stone table to take a nap, or I'm awakened by the same nightmare I've had for thirteen years. No, it's not a dream, it's what my father said back then. He does what he says.

But she hoped that what happened after this sentence would always be a dream, because she saw a young man with a pale face, lying on the altar of Wushan with wide and bright eyes blankly. Under the scorching sun, the dagger in the priest's hand glowed with cold light, and slowly sliced open the boy's chest and took out the heart.

Calculating the time, it has been thirteen years, in order to prevent this from happening, she opened a cave on the cliff of this stretching Wushan Mountain only two mountains away from the altar ten years ago, waiting for the opportunity. Because, she can't enter the abyss.

The screams of goshawks and cranes and the roars of beasts in the mountains broke the silence of the world. Under the scorching sun, the earth shook, and the trees shook, which was caused by a large number of wild beasts running at the same time, and countless frightened birds spread their wings from the branches they perched on, densely covering the sky and the sun.

"That's ......" Feng Wuyan was shocked, disappeared in an instant, appeared at the entrance of the cave, looked at the scene in the distance and muttered, "Could it be... Today?"

She knew that the only thing that could cause a surge of birds and beasts was the large-scale dispatch of the Wu Clan. She had witnessed this sight three times in ten years, each time related to a sacrifice.

Four strong men with tattoos of various beasts and birds on their chests and backs carried the sedan chair of 'Eight Snakes Spitting Letters' from the air quickly, and the beast tattoos on the strong man's body became vivid with the beating of his heart under the sunlight, opening his teeth and dancing his claws, roaring and roaring, and the invisible coercion went straight to the sky. The dense birds scattered at a very fast speed, taking the initiative to give way.

"It's the four protectors, and the one in the sedan must be the high priest of the Wu clan!" Feng Wuyan didn't hesitate anymore and flew after him.

"I knew you were waiting for today!" four streamers streaked across and blocked Feng Wuxuan's face. It was two men and two women. They have the same look and the same dress. A uniform black robe, with a golden dagger embroidered on his chest, and a uniform iron-faced cold expression. They are the execution squads under the Celestial Clan's Punishment Elders. The women are called Leng Yue and Han Xing, and the men are called Lie Yuan and Qiu Yang respectively.

Seeing the four people in front of him clearly, Feng Wuyan looked directly at him with cold eyes, and said in a cold tone: "Today is the moment for our mother and son to reunite, you better not get in the way." ”

"The interests of the Celestial Clan are above all else, if you take another half step, we will execute you in the name of 'purging'!"

"Then let me see if you have the strength. Feng Wuxuan's body was full of momentum, the white robe was windless, the snow hair hanging down to his waist fluttered violently, and a blood-colored long sword appeared in his hand.

Seeing this, the four of Leng Yue looked unmoved, and instantly separated from four directions to surround Feng Wuxuan, and took the lead in attacking before she swung her blood-colored long sword. Because of the power of that blood-colored sword, they had seen it with their own eyes.

The four attacks came quickly and violently, and Feng Wuyan was about to swing his long sword, but unexpectedly, the aura in his body suddenly became disordered, and he was so angry that a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his face turned pale.

"Damn!" she suddenly remembered something, the power in her body could not be mobilized, and at the same time, four attacks were made.

Leng Yue's long whip had already wrapped around her right wrist, and Han Xing's hook had passed through her left ankle, and the two of them pulled hard at the same time, and Feng Wuxuan was suspended in the air. Lieyuan's sword and Qiuyang's knife were already on her neck.

"According to the Criminal Law of the Celestial Clan, you can say your last wish before the execution! Whether it can be fulfilled or not depends on the situation!" Lie Yuan's words did not carry the slightest emotion, and it was clearly the kind of dogmatic greeting out of 'humanity' before the execution.

The blood-colored long sword in Feng Wuyan's hand disappeared, and she was unwilling. But her nobility did not allow her to bow her proud head and show a look of humble supplication to anyone. Not then, and not now.

Rumble!

Under the scorching sun, a golden light fell from the sky, and the golden light overshadowed the sun's rays. That's the direction of the altar.

Feng Wuxuan's cold expression flashed with struggle, and he said in a low voice, "Let me take a look at him." ”

She thought of the infant baby for the umpteenth time, who had bright eyes that would always be bright and pure, even if she grew up in the abyss. It's just that in a place like Tianyuan, there is no sunlight all year round, so his face must be very white. So the impression of the baby in swaddling clothes changed over time to a teenager with a pale face but a pair of bright eyes. She wanted to take a look, to see if it was the same as she had imagined.

Yes!

The golden ladder disappeared into the clouds, and he fell quickly without a scream. Suddenly, a palm-sized lotus leaf fell out of his arms, and the lotus leaf emitted a strong golden light and grew larger in the golden light and floated behind him, holding up his buttocks. It looked like he was sitting on a lotus leaf, slowly falling slowly.

"Greetings to our Son!" the high priest looked at a golden light descending from heaven enveloping the altar, raised his head to the golden light, and bowed down.

Below, those Wu people with tattoos of birds, beasts, insects, and snakes on their faces also bowed down to the sky and shouted in unison: "Ha Ha La Wu Da!"

Wuxin sat on the golden lotus leaves and floated slowly, looking at the vast Wushan with bright eyes. This novel world was not at all the same as Tianyuan, he was secretly happy, but he didn't know where he was.

There was an earth-shattering shout from below, and he looked down, a winding stone path in the towering ancient trees reached the top of the mountain, and the stone path was full of strange creatures kneeling, they shouted strange words, he couldn't understand, at least he hadn't heard this language in the past thirteen years.

"Could it be... This is the mortal world, and these strange creatures are 'mortals'?" he was overjoyed at the thought of this. He took the initiative to wave his hand on the lotus leaf and showed a bright smile.

"Ahla, Witch, Dharma, (The Son is greeting you!)" the High Priest shouted happily.

"Shuhaha, ah, la, Wu Da (good Holy Son)!" the people below shouted in unison again.

Seeing this, he became more and more happy, and his hand waved faster and faster.

"Ah, the Son is anxious to dedicate himself, and willingly!" cried the High Priest again.

"Empty Ka Ah La Witch, Empty Ka Ah La Witch (thank you to our Holy Son)!" shouted the people below.

Wuxin continued to wave his hand and keep a big smile. Suddenly, the lotus leaf shattered and disappeared into thin air as golden scales. He lost his center of gravity again, and he didn't have time to react, only to hear a 'bang', and the whole person fell to the altar.

"It's good that the ass hit the ground first!" he said indifferently, his bright eyes looking around, excited and dazed.

The high priest looked up, and the two men looked at each other, each looking at each other.

Wuxin recalled in his mind the descriptions of the four masters of the mortal body, and he could be sure that it was a woman in front of him, but this 'woman' was not at all the same as what Master Demon Impermanence had described—there was no white skin as smooth as water. She was naked, tattooed from her feet to her head, and her whole face was tattooed according to the outline of a snake's head, which looked like a monster with a snake's head and a human body. A pair of eyes shone with an emotionless cold light under the snake scales.

The High Priest looked at Wuxin staring at her tightly, her bright eyes filled with excitement and confusion, and she turned and shouted to the members of the Witch clan who were kneeling down, "Ahla Witch Da Guangsa, the Son of God has never been as pure as light, and has never been before." ”

"Empty Kawin boom, empty Ka Shen Enbonka (thank you Enwei God, thank you deep earth). The Wu man put his right hand on his chest and shouted reverently.

"Cada Thorne (the sacrifice begins)!" shouted the High Priest with open hands and a look up to the sky.

Knock knock!

The drums on the edge of the altar began to beat with a deep, high, rhythmic earth-shattering sound, and the Wu people stood up and began to beat around the altar, singing their 'Thorn Song' in unison. They sacrificed to heaven and earth with the Son, just to ask for favor from the heavens.

Unintentionally watching all this, the strong sacrificial atmosphere infected him, this is a picture that will never appear in the abyss, they have no celebration.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but get up and stand on the altar, learning their beating steps and jumping up, his movements stiff and obvious. The mouth also followed them and shouted 'so, hey, so, hey'. He's still like that, keeping everything fresh and daring to try things without hesitation.

There was a hint of confusion in the high priest's expression, the previous Holy Son had been cultivated by them, and the news that this Holy Son would come here was found in a bamboo slip, and the correct time was calculated according to the records of the time. There is no doubt that he was right. However, she could never remember when the scroll appeared in her dusty various tribal rituals.

"Ah, the green sprinkled haha (the spring of the witch clan is coming). The high priest shouted.

Jumping excitedly, fresh things can always stimulate his childlike heart.

Knock knock!

Three drums rang out, and the Wu people immediately stopped beating their bodies and stood neatly, looking at the young man who was still beating on the altar with a solemn expression.

Wuxin was slightly embarrassed by his slow half-beat ending posture, but there was still a bright smile on his face, and his bright eyes flashed with a look of unfinished business.

The high priest opened his hands, closed his eyes, recited the sacrificial prayer in his mouth, and walked step by step up the stone steps to the altar.

Wuxin stood in place, and as the chanting sounded from the priest's mouth, he noticed that some kind of magical energy was slowly forming a picture flowing in the carved lines under his feet.

The picture and text changed, at first it was a huge python, and the python gave birth to horns and became a dragon, and the dragon retreated its scales and became a human body.

"Is this a monster?" he muttered to himself, for everything in the abyss that was beast-faced was a monster.

The high priest continued to chant, unintentionally realizing that he could not move, and his body seemed to be imprisoned by something. He looked down, only to find that the energy in the stone pattern had spread down his feet and onto his body. Even more strangely, he found that his body was slowly falling backwards, at a very gentle rate.

The high priest went up to the altar, and Wuxin was already lying down, covered with black scales from his feet to his shoulders, except for the heart. The bright eyes were blank, as if asking why the high priest did this to him?

As the chanting ended, the high priest opened her eyes, and in the sunlight, a dagger appeared in her hand. She sat on Heartless, covered in black scales, her dagger against his chest.

"No!"

In the sky above, the four of Leng Yue appeared with the bound Feng Wuxuan. When she saw that her son was not much different from what she remembered, she couldn't help it anymore. What pride, what self-esteem, she doesn't care.

"Save him, save him, save him. Feng Wuyan prayed to Leng Yue and them.

"Your last wish is just to take a look!" Leng Yue's cold words rang out.

The phoenix is like falling into an ice cellar. At that moment, she saw the dagger in the priest's hand cut through Heartless's chest, and blood flowed down the cracked skin, and his blood became even more scarlet in the sun.

"No!"

Feng Wuxuan's mournful shouts echoed through the heavens and the earth, and she felt that the knife was cutting through her chest, no, at this time, she hoped that the knife was cutting through her chest. The pain in her heart made her struggle, and she wanted to rush over and bear the pain for her son.

"He's your grandson, how can you do this to him. You're looking, you're watching if it's right, please, I beg you to spare him, I'm willing to bear all the punishment. Feng Wuyan looked up to the sky and shouted. The voice is sad.

Dark clouds surged, instantly obscuring the scorching sun, thunder roared, and lightning shone brightly. The Wu people looked up, and they saw five people in the sky. However, the priest did not stop drawing the dagger in his hand because of these movements.

Unintentionally, he looked over the priest's shoulder, and saw a snow-haired woman above him looking at him with sad eyes.

He had seen this woman in a dream, just why did her hair turn gray?

The four eyes are facing each other, and the mother and son are connected. He could clearly feel Feng Wuyan's heart at this time.

"I'm your mother!"

Unintentionally shocked, because he understood what Feng Wuyan said.

At this moment, the High Priest took out Heartless's heart.

"Mother!" unintentionally called softly, and his eyes went dark.