When Yan Su came, he could already see a few scattered elves walking around in front of the sacrificial altar.
They passed by her with their heads lowered from time to time. In addition to saluting the clan leader from time to time, they occasionally cast their glance at her. Although they tried their best to hide it, the curiosity and alienation in their eyes still made Yan Su pay more attention.
Bu Qiu motioned to Yan Su to follow him to the altar.
When Yan Su heard this, he frowned.
"Master Patriarch? No matter how powerful I am as a guest, I can't go to the sacrificial altar, right? What does this mean?"
"Didn't Yu Changchun tell you before he came?" Buqiu was puzzled, his clear green eyes staring closely at Yan Su's young face.
"?" Yan Su looked confused. She looked through the names of people in her memory, including those from previous lives, but there was no such person. What she was sure of was that she did not know him.
Seeing that Yan Su was confused, Bu Qiu didn't ask any more questions. He just asked Yan Su to follow him and there was no need to ask any more questions.
But Yan Su was a stubborn person and would not agree to follow Bu Qiu to the sacrificial altar without asking for the reason.
"Alas~"
Buqiu sighed, and then explained to Yan Su
"That man should be an elder of Tianji Sect now. He and I haven't seen each other for a thousand years."
"I gave him the token. This place can only be entered and exited. He told me that day that the next time he comes to me with the token will be the day the seal is broken."
"This place only traps my elves, and only those with the aura of the elves can enter. The token is made from a small piece taken from my body."
"I didn't expect it..." Bu Qiu didn't say any more. His eyes fell on Yan Su, with a hint of sadness in his eyes.
After hearing this, Yan Su already knew that the old man who guided her here to seek a chance of life was indeed not simple. Unsurprisingly, he should be the old friend he mentioned.
"But, I am just a mortal who has introduced Qi into my body for the first time. Forgive me for being incompetent and not knowing how to break the seal." Yan Su bowed slightly apologetically. She did not know how to break the seal. On the contrary , she also has her own purpose in coming here.
"He really didn't tell you?" Bu Qiu was puzzled. He even hinted like this, but Yan Su still didn't respond.
"??"
Yan Su shook his head, "Junior is confused, senior please clarify!"
"Aren't you a Yin Yang spirit root?" Bu Qiu said this slowly, his tone without any fluctuation, but such ordinary words made Yan Su stiffen.
"Senior..." Yan Su had a bad guess in his mind.
"You are so smart, you should know how to break this world of death, right?" Bu Qiu casually patted the non-existent dust on his body, but the words in his mouth had already determined Yan Su's life and death.
Of course Yan Su knew what he was going to do, Yin and Yang spiritual roots, Yin and Yang spiritual roots again!
Yan Su now felt that all the blood in her body had receded, and the cold that she had not felt for a long time was spreading again. She knew that she had no way to escape now, and she would die if she advanced, or die if she retreated.
The only way to survive may be this sacrifice. She has no way out, so she can only press forward and break a path!
"The way to crack it,, does cracking require my life?"
Bu Qiu didn't say anything, but Yan Su understood in his heart.
The two looked at each other in silence for a long time. As if they had made up their minds, Yan Su stepped forward and followed Bu Qiu step by step to the sacrificial platform.
"I can protect your soul from death."
Ah!
Yan Su sneered in his heart when he heard this, his soul is immortal,,,,
She was still too weak. She couldn't even protect her own body, and her life and death were in the hands of others. How could she protect Yan Xun?
At noon, when the sun reaches directly overhead, the hot light shines through the gap at the top of the canyon and illuminates the entire altar.
The light balls on the surrounding tall stone pillars shone with dazzling white light. The white light was drawn and concentrated on the complicated pattern in the center of the altar. The patterns were lit up in circles and spread outward. After a while, the altar was on the altar. All the patterns are lit up, emitting dazzling white light.
Yan Su stood in the center of the altar, enduring the scorching sun. Her entire body was wrapped in white light, and the spreading patterns spread all over her body bit by bit. Wherever the patterns crawled, traces of blood were revealed. When she came out, Yan Su collapsed on her knees in pain. She screamed uncontrollably, howling in pain.
But there was a white light inside the altar, and people outside could not see what Yan Su looked like at this time, nor could they hear her voice. They were cheering for the feedback of the miracle of sacrifice. It was a huge statue, just like what Yan Su had said before. As you can see, the statue is enveloped in a faint charm, and the green light dots scattered from the statue float to the surrounding tribesmen, and then float out of the canyon and scatter everywhere.
Everyone cheered for the happiness brought about by the power of nature brought back by this miracle. Only Yan Su in the center of the altar was enduring inhuman pain. Her skin and flesh had burst open, and bright red blood covered her body, and her eyes kept pouring down. She shed tears of blood, her white petal skirt was dotted with blood.
She was about to faint in pain, and she could feel the pain and despair that her soul was about to be forcibly separated from her body.
"Look! What is that?"
Everyone followed the voice and saw a young elf pointing at the top of the statue.
Everyone saw that the statue seemed to be alive, flapping its wings and flying towards the sky, hitting the sky with blow after blow.
A vortex slowly appeared from the place where he hit, and the vortex continued to expand outwards. The people outside the altar still didn't understand what happened, and they were discussing excitedly underground.
The patriarch Buqiu looked at the expanding whirlpool, with an unspeakable expression of excitement in his eyes.
After a thousand years, I can finally leave this place!
Yan Su's consciousness was about to become chaotic. She only felt a sense of relief in her body, and she couldn't feel anything anymore.
Am I dying?
Yan Su asked herself over and over again, she didn't want to die like this. Obviously, she wanted to change the ending of her previous life in her new life. It was obvious that she just wanted to make her mother, Yan Xun, happy. It was obvious that she still had many things to do, ,,
Why did you,,, die with such regret?
Yan Su was unwilling to die like this, she was angry, she hated it!
I hate myself for being so weak!
I hate my own powerlessness!
"Wan Dao... Wan Dao... Wan Dao! Help me! I don't want to die, I want to live!"
Yan Su didn't know what Wandao was, she screamed the name unconsciously, she wanted to live!
Her consciousness was in chaos, but there was a voice in her heart that guided her to shout the name.
"I sacrifice my body to this sword! I want to live! Wan Dao! Cut a way out for me!"
After Yan Su shouted these words, she felt as if there was an endless stream of power in her body. She felt a warmth in her chest, and a white sword slowly stretched out from her chest. Yan Su held the sword tightly. She gritted her teeth and drew fiercely, holding a sword high in her hand.
At that moment, she felt that she was the sword, she was the sword, and the sword was her!
"Wandao! Break it for me!"
Yan Su held a sharp sword and stood in the void. He slashed forward with all his strength, and the void scattered like a broken mirror.
Yan Su opened her eyes slightly, and the shadow of the sword was severely reflected. The shadow of the sword was whirling, and she had long lost consciousness. Her body shifted with the sword moves.
Standing in the center of the altar, the bloody Yan Su stood up relying on the support of the sword. She held the sword tightly in her hand, and there was no wind around her. Her blood-stained clothes were flying, and her hair was pouring down, even on her face. It has long been stained by blood and sweat, but the appearance of standing with a sword and rising in the wind is still the same as before.
That was the scene in Buqiu's eyes. As early as Yan Su stood up, he felt bad.
Yan Suyi felt something and forgot about him. There was no emotion or fluctuation in his eyes. With just one glance, Bu Qiubian felt an overwhelming pressure coming towards him.
The next second, he was forced to kneel on the ground by the coercion, and Yan Su left the altar with a tip of his toes and shot straight into the sky.
Buqiu swallowed the blood in his mouth, gritted his teeth and stood up. All the pressure from his spiritual transformation body was released in an instant. He didn't know why a child like Yan Su had such a change. A child of five or six years old. , the indifference to life in his eyes made even him want to quit.
but!
Never let her go!
"Grab the girl!"
Bu Qiu ordered the tribe to hunt down Yan Su. No matter whether she was dead or alive, they would never let her go.
Although everyone was unaware of the situation, following the clan leader's order, they used all their moves to stop Yan Su.
I saw a white light rushing straight ahead like a shooting star, followed by countless colorful light spots chasing after Yan Su.
