As soon as the blood stained with the bronze mask, it immediately penetrated into the mask.

A faint blue light suddenly appeared on the mask, as if satisfied. The man's pale face gradually turned red, and a satisfied sigh came from his throat.

"I... can finally..."

The man's words suddenly stopped, his eyes fell on Chai Zhen, and he grabbed Chai Zhen and walked out of the imperial city.

The high priest who recovered his flesh and blood followed behind them.

They passed by the resurrected crowd. Lin Gui finally wanted to come forward to grab the truth, but the man in the bronze mask waved his hand and fell to the ground again.

Liu Yun and Bi Li were too busy to take care of themselves, and they couldn't control the truth.

The two of them could only watch the man pulled out of the imperial city.

Except for really wanting to struggle, I found that I didn’t know what the man had done. I couldn’t move at all, so I could only be dragged out of the imperial city by the man.

Crossing the open square outside the imperial city, he walked straight to the altar.

The man threw the fuzhen onto the ground casually, and a vine extended from the ground, tied her limbs and tied her firmly above the altar.

In addition to Zhen Yuguang's glimpse of a hole in the altar, the difference is that the hole is filled with the brass mirror he put in before.

The pattern on it is exactly the same as that on my side, different from the one on a man's waist.

In the blink of an eye, the man put on the punishment man's clothes. The same black gold wire was only more gorgeous than the previous clothes, and it perfectly coincided with the clothes on the murals.

He stood in front of the altar, spread his hands open, and sang loudly: "With your blood, I will restore my glorious country..."

As the chanting became more and more high, Chaozhen felt that the rattle in his arms became hot, and at the same time the brass mirror on the ground began to become hot, red, and tremble slightly.

At that moment, Ba Zhen felt that everything in front of her had become blurred. After the foggy darkness, she saw herself, or something that happened after the death of the Saint.

She was like a ghost, floating in the air.

She watched the priestess and the man work together to stab her to death, pushing her into a coffin full of insects.

They closed the coffin and nailed it, as if they still felt unsafe, and then drew a talisman on the coffin, completely sealing her body in the coffin.

The coffin was raised by chains and raised high on a huge stone pillar. Blood gradually dripped down from the gap in the coffin.

Directly below the coffin is an ordinary crockery pot with a familiar shape exactly the same as the one dug out on the edge of the stone pillar.

The blood dripped on the clay pot and was quickly absorbed by the clay pot.

And below the clay pot is a formation with a bright green light, which is at the center of the formation.

"The Gu God will be resurrected soon, and our efforts will not be in vain." Kuizhen saw the priestess in the memory of the saint, raising a bright smile and looking at the man beside him.

The man also curled the corners of his lips. If he looked carefully, he would find that the man's smile had not reached his eyes.

The priestess in the fantasy of happiness did not notice this. She just looked excitedly at the broken pot carrying the Gu God.

She didn't know that behind her, the man raised his dagger and stabbed her chest hard.

The dagger that had just killed the Saint turned to the priestess this time and pierced her heart.

Blood gushed out, splashing on the man's face, reflecting the man's cold eyes.

The priestess turned his head in disbelief and looked at the man behind him, "You promised me...you said, you will protect the entire Gu village with me...why...betray me? Why!"

The man's eyes flashed with guilt and said softly: "I'm sorry."

However, the priestess couldn't listen to the man's words at all. She only knew that the man had betrayed her, and the "sorry" was just that he admitted his betrayal.

Angry flames burned in the priestess' heart. She stared at the man in front of her and cursed viciously.

"I sacrifice my life with my life, cursing you to fall into hell forever, and your life and death will not be fulfilled!"

With the priestess' crazy roar, the broken clay pot behind her flashed slightly, and she completely lost her life.

The saint died, the blood was drained and dripped on the clay pot, but the god of Gu was unable to resurrect and proved the priestess' curse.

The man was unwilling to cast the spell again and wanted to make the formation run again, but in the end he failed.

He only gained a portion of his divine power.

No wonder, no wonder his power is so powerful. It turns out that he has some divine power, except for the true thoughts.

The clip in my memory ended, and forbiddenly, I finally knew what he wanted to do.

He wants his own blood.

The previous one failed. Now he wants to complete the ceremony again and resurrect the Gu God with his blood again.

It's really a good plan.

The vines on her hand used force, and except for the fact that the wrist had started to be congested, she frowned in pain, and seemed to hear Lin Guihe's voice in a trance.

She thought it was an illusion caused by the confusion of consciousness, and she was not sure that he was really here until she heard his voice again.

Trying to open her eyes, she saw Lin Guihe and Liu Yun rush out of the imperial city, and were standing under the altar.

They were all in a very embarrassing body.

A few minutes ago, Lin Guihe, who was originally lying on the ground, suddenly burst out with huge power, and countless talismans were thrown out, burning all the resurrected people to death.

The movements are rough and there is no longer the calmness and decency you usually have.

But it is precisely because of his simplicity and rudeness that they can break free from the resurrected people and run out of the imperial city in such a short time.

But I didn't expect that they were still one step slower.

The formation on the altar had been laid out. The man with a bronze mask closed his eyes and recited the spell. The formation on the ground emitted a faint green light, and the vines tied to them became tighter and tighter.

Blood dripped down the vines and dripped into the formation. With each drop, the green light on the formation became stronger.

It's too late!

Although he knew that his strength was very different from the other party and he had a lifetime of death in this situation, he still ignored it and rushed forward.

The peach wood sword in his hand was added with a spell, and the other hand threw out a bell to trap the man, and one hand held the peach wood sword and stabbed the man.

The man easily picked up the peach wood sword and clenched his fists. Lin Guihe felt that the air was suffocated for a while, and the next moment he was carried out.
Chapter completed!