Qiong also lowered her head and followed the maid through the open palace, observing the surrounding environment with her peripheral vision. It was almost dusk. She wrote down the location and walked for about a stick of incense. The maid handed her over. With several half-masked men in her hands, they led her to the deep hall, and saw Su Hejin in front of the long steps outside the hall.
Su Hejin held a gold vase in her hand. Qiong Yi stopped in front of her. She first touched Qiong Yi's eyes with both hands to test whether she was conscious or not. Qiong Yi did not move at all. Seeing this, Su Hejin was relieved and put the gold vase in The blood sprinkled on Qiong Yi's hands and feet, and said: "Follow me."
Qiong Yi followed her into the palace, and two guards also came in. Qiong Yi secretly thought: There is no trace of zhenqi fluctuations in Su Hejin's body. She is not a fake cultivator with a weird aura. Maybe she has no cultivation skills at all, so she is thirsty. Use thaumaturgy to achieve immortality.
If there were no guards following closely, Qiong would definitely kidnap her. However, the two men behind her were of high cultivation, and she was definitely no match. Qiong was not impulsive enough to take the initiative to expose Yan Tingshen and seek death. She did not believe Yan Tingshen, but she had to admit that pretending to be a puppet and trying to escape from the blood sacrifice seemed to be the only way to save her life at the moment.
Su Hejin took her through the secret door of the stone wall and entered a secret passage. The place of blood sacrifice seemed to be very deep underground. The deeper you went down, the stronger the smell of blood. Qiong also silently remembered how the mechanism was triggered. Yes, when he was led into the room at the end of the tunnel, the stone door made a "click" sound and trembled open. The room was more spacious than Qiong had imagined. There was a circular high platform made of bricks, and outside the platform was a pool of blood. The smell is very rich, and the red light on the stage is like a formation. The scarlet blood flows from the center of the formation, flows into the pool along the stone steps, and then flows up along the formation, endlessly, Su Hejin said to the guard : "Bring her up."
"Yes." One of the guards grabbed one of Qiong Yi's arms and carried her in. The moment she first entered the magic circle, an unknown vine-like thing grew out of the blood pool. After smelling the blood, it quickly wrapped around Qiong Yi's hands and feet. Above, the guards hurriedly moved out of the formation, fearing that they would be involved. Qiong Yi looked at the machine door from the corner of her eye. Su Hejin turned the stone inlay on the wall and looked at her brother's daughter lying quietly in the magic circle, with a smile on her face.
For her, this day has been a long time coming.
As long as the blood array refines this puppet who doesn't know how to resist, it can use the flesh and blood of all spirits to form a pill of immortality.
From then on, she will live as long as heaven and will be immortal.
Thinking of this, Su Hejin couldn't help laughing, and the laughter got louder and louder. The laughter echoed in the stone chamber, and gradually drifted away with the heavy sound of the stone door closing.
Hearing them walking away, Qiong Yi immediately sat up. Her hands and feet were entangled very closely with blood vines. This strange thing was not like a vine, but like the cuttlefish tentacles she had seen on the East China Sea. It showed a deep color. Red, shrinking and sticking to the arms, legs and feet, is sucking its own blood. Qiong Yi panted slightly, her veins felt numb and not uncomfortable. She even felt a bit strangely comfortable. She pulled the four tentacles hard, but couldn't pull them off. She raised her head and looked around the blood formation. , there were many talismans flashing above the light curtain, and she seemed to recognize them as ancient Western Desert sayings.
Qiong Yi learned Ximo dialect many years ago, but she did not learn ancient Chinese, so she could hardly understand the talisman of this formation. She walked to the edge of the blood formation and touched the formation barrier with her hand. It bounced away with a "sizzling" sound, which was a bit hot to the touch. She thought to herself: The nature of the formation is fire.
The body was warm, as if the tentacles were sucking blood while also paralyzing the things entering the formation. Qiong Yi was groping along the edge of the magic circle, trying to dismantle the formation eye. Suddenly, a black shadow flashed behind him, and a blood tentacle as thick as his waist came from behind, like a giant python. Qiong Yi reacted quickly and grabbed the blood on his hand. She whipped her beard like a long whip, the two beards collided, and slowly slid apart. She thought to herself: Could it be that this blood array has swallowed too many lives, and will regard those who enter the array as prey, and take the initiative to attack?
Qiong Yi could no longer smell the smell of blood in the stone room. Instead, there was a faint aroma. She held her forehead. The comfort between her limbs made it difficult for people to resist. She knew that this was a trap similar to the one in Wenwenxiang. Seeing the thick blood tentacles attacking again, she jumped up to avoid it, observing its movements and looking for the formation's eyes. Unexpectedly, the unresponsive tentacles wrapped around her limbs suddenly shrank, knocking her down from the air to the ground. Yi raised her hand to lift up, and the tentacles on her hands tugged again. The thick blood tentacles immediately swam over and wrapped around her body like a python swallowing it, wrapping it up layer by layer.
It's not suffocating or suffocating. It's not uncomfortable at all. Instead, it's very warm. It's an irresistible sense of comfort, like a mother's embrace, like a warm spring, or like a warm quilt in winter.
Qiong also didn't understand why Yan Tingshen thought she could ruin this blood sacrifice and escape from the irresistible tenderness.
The tentacles made of flesh and blood frantically sucked her energy and blood, and then confused the prey bit by bit. Qiong Yi's strength became weaker and weaker. When she was almost unconscious, she seemed to see Sheng Xuanyuan, and he hugged her as deeply as before. Her embrace was warm and warm, and she didn't want to let go.
It would be great if it were true...
It would be nice if everything could go back to before the disaster...
But Qiong also knew that he was not here, and she only had herself now.
She tightly pinched the thick blood tendrils wrapped around her body, pulled her body away, and walked towards the edge of the formation while breaking free. Her limbs were limp and about to fall. Qiong also raised her head to identify the talismans on the formation. All the talismans Although it was an ancient saying from the West Desert, which she could hardly understand, the ideas for setting up the formation were all the same. No matter how well the formation's eyes were hidden, she could still figure it out and break the formation to be saved.
The blood beard climbed up slowly, his mind wandering, and he didn't know where he was for a moment.
"Qiong Yi."
Sheng Xuanyuan's voice came from behind. He held his hand and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Why are you ignoring me?"
"I..." Qiong Yi looked back at him and said calmly: "I didn't ignore you... Sheng Jing, have you come out of Baifen? Have Shuangsha been sealed back? Why are you here..."
"I'm here to take you home." He said softly: "Sister A Luo has also been taken back. Don't you want to go see your nephew?"
"Really?" Qiong Yi asked in confusion, "A'luo is okay?..."
"Yeah." He smiled and said, "Let's go home."
Qiong Yi's head stung slightly. She bit her tongue hard and blood spilled from the corner of her mouth. She was unable to get rid of the blood beard and could only ignore the illusion and continue to read the formation.
"Qiong Yi? Qiong Yi!" Zhu Yunluo called her: "I've finally seen you. It's great that you're okay. I'm worried to death..."
"A Luo..." Qiong Yi closed his eyes tightly: "A Luo, are you okay? Where are you?"
"I'm right behind you." Zhu Yunluo stroked her long hair: "Look back at me, Qiong Yi."
Qiong also didn't dare to look back. She was afraid that it was a lie, but she was also afraid that it wasn't a lie.
The blood beard wrapped around her neck, sucking it inch by inch. Qiong Yi slowly slid down along the edge of the magic circle. Her body had no strength at all. Her fingertips were trembling slightly. She was obviously about to be sucked to death, but she seemed to be lying on the bed. Just like in the clouds, I feel comfortable and comfortable. When my consciousness is blurred, the voice in my heart slowly says: If you die like this, you will be safe.
With her last breath before closing her eyes, she calculated the death door corresponding to this blood formation, which was consistent with the formation's eye.
It's the person in the formation, and it's also herself.
In other words, this formation has no solution.
Sheng Kyung...I can't go back...
Her eyelashes failed to close, and she lost all consciousness. Her wrist slipped weakly from her body, but it seemed that she was freed from the shackles of her body at this moment, floating in the air. It was at this moment when she turned into a soul that Qiong also saw Arriving at the countless dead souls entrenched in the stone chamber.
All kinds of creatures, mostly human souls, old and young, stared at him with pale faces, as if they had been coveting this ray of soul for a long time. Qiong Yi was so frightened that he trembled and threw himself into the body. After returning to his soul, his body trembled twice, and he suddenly regained his light and breath.
She sat up tremblingly, knowing that she would not be able to hold on for long before she would be completely refined by the blood array. She also knew that it was because she had lost all her cultivation that she could not see the blood sacrifice souls gathered here.
When her soul leaves the body again, with the extent of her soul attracting ghosts, she will definitely be eaten by these dead souls.
The body is refined and the soul is sacrificed to ghosts. Do you really want to leave nothing behind?
Tears fell heavily from her eyes. She knew she shouldn't be cowardly, but in this desperate situation, what could she do? As a sword cultivator, she had no sword, no cultivation, and nothing.
Qiong Yi touched the jade lily in her arms and took it out with trembling hands. There was still a trace of soul in it, a trace of the soul given to her by Xuan Xuan resentment, the soul that restrained ghosts and evil spirits, and had been nurtured by her for nine years.
Maybe she could take a gamble.
Anyway, death is inevitable, so there is nothing to be afraid of. Qiong also wiped her tears. The information she interpreted was limited: the eye of this formation is the last blood source in the world. It is herself, and it also corresponds to the door of death. The blood sacrifice will only end if she dies in the blood formation. But if I didn't die from being sucked by the blood array, would it still be able to swallow me normally?
She bet that Su and Jin were sure that she was a puppet who would not resist because of this loophole in the blood array; she bet that she could let these invisible souls kill her before being drained of blood by the blood array; she bet that her soul would leave her body. Finally, there is still a chance to turn around and survive.
Qiong Yi struggled against the restraints of the bleeding tentacles, held the Jade Bell Orchid, and placed it in front of her chest. She vaguely remembered Yun Ya saying that she was the one who attracted spirits and could induce ghosts to move. Although she had lost her true energy, this Nothing will change.
"Do you want...my soul..." Qiong Yi stretched out his arm to the sky and summoned the soul in human language: "Then...come and get it..."
The cold air in the stone room suddenly increased, and there were gusts of wind. She saw that the souls of the dead were already restless, and she sang a song softly. It was light and airy, with energy like a gossamer. It was a spell from the Soul-Funing Sect that she had learned. She had no real energy to cast the spell. , can only use the simplest incantation method, the singing is like singing under the Nine Netherworld, not like the music of the world. The souls were restless and rushed toward her body. Some destroyed the blood sacrifice formation, while others tried to transform and separate her from the blood tentacles.
pain!
It hurts!
The already weak body seemed to be torn apart by thousands of hands. Qiong Yi felt that her soul was about to be torn apart, and the threads were peeling off. Her body gradually became stiff, her open pupils were blurred, and her consciousness was blurred. Lost, a wisp of pale white light emerged from the jade lily on her chest, enveloping her soul that was about to dissipate, preventing ghosts from eating it away. This ray of soul aura was so strong that it frightened all the dead souls.
The physical breath in the blood array finally died, and the blood tentacles seemed a little dazed. After they wrapped around the body, they confirmed that it was dead and gradually retreated from the body. The body was pale in color and did not look like a human being. After the tentacles receded, the water in the outer circle of the blood array began to boil. It did not achieve the purpose of refining the blood yin, and the blood yin was already dead. This was in line with its destiny. The rune sequence is completely contradictory.
The blood array exploded, and the runes on the array flashed violently, making crackling sounds like fire, and began to shatter into pieces, turning into nothingness. The light of the array also gradually disappeared, and the blood in the blood pool gurgled out, spreading all over the place. Go through the entire stone chamber. Qiong Yi's soul has been out of the body for too long and is already very weak. It does not want to return to the body submerged in blood. It wants to leave together with the soul full of Xuan resentment.
Leave this cramped stone room, leave the desert, go see him, go find your sister.
Xu was Sheng Xuanyuan's obsession when his soul separated from his body was to protect her. It wrapped up the weak soul and fell into her cold body. When the soul returned to the body, Qiong Yi's pupils shrank violently and her breathing became difficult. , coughing and standing up from the bloody water, her head hurt so much that it felt like it was about to burst. She looked around at the mess and couldn't believe it: she really risked her life and successfully ruined this blood sacrifice.
