But they don't want this blessing.

The black tide has retreated, the southern Xinjiang is peaceful, and the restrictions on the southern Xinjiang are gone. From then on, the young people of the witch people do not need to hide under the fern leaf sheds, relying on the ebony and the flowers of flowers and wine to warm it. Everything is good. Get up ... but their souls are gone. The soul -recruiting soul fell in the mud water. It was only the prince who did not come back, but everyone became a walking dead.

Wu Xian stood up, step by step, stepped down from the altar.

The young people in the clan were full of wings and looked at him with pleadingly, but he couldn't see anything, and he couldn't pay attention ... He is the big witch in the tribe, and is the big witch that is most familiar with the altar array except Wu Luo who goes to Yongzhou.

No one knows what it means than him.

The fire will not ignite anymore. Never.

One step, two steps, three steps ...

The moment Wu Xian stepped down the altar, he fell into the rain mud, but no one came up to help him in time. Everyone became an empty shell without soul, and it was poured by the cold rain.

Wu Xian slowly got up, and the mud water dripped along the beard.

He wanted to go back to the cottage house where he lived, wanted to lie down, and explain to A word and don't call him, let him lie so much ... He is old, and he has no strength at all.

Lao Cheng has useless waste.

"Don't go!"

A tall girl in a dark red skirt rushed up and opened her arms to stop him. Wu Xian saw the silver horns on her head shaking and shining. Today, no matter how old, the witch people are carefully dressed up, and they find out their beloved silver jewelry, in order to welcome God's return.

Wu Xian reached out and slowly pushed her granddaughter.

The light of the silver horns and the extinguisher lines shook in front of his eyes staggered. He was holding, holding a crutch, limping, and walking towards the cold ancient forest.

"grandfather!"

A word shouted him loudly.

He didn't look back.

The sound of rain was monotonous, and more and more people got up slowly, and their feet were soaked in mud water. No one speaks, no one speaks. Ayu saw the most beautiful sister -in -law Yin Crown fell in the mud, but she didn't notice at all, and she moved forward, and she didn't even glance at it.

"Not allowed! The sacrifice is not over yet -not allowed to go-"

A word opened his arm, as usual, with a little wounded wild wild, he ordered loudly.

again and again.

People passed by her, and she was embarrassed like a water dog. Only the sister -in -law turned her head to look at her and stood up. A word looked at her and begged: "The ceremonial ceremony has not ended, should we continue to recruit soul? My grandpa will, I will, let's continue to recruit soul."

Sister Mi did not leave or came over.

A language was a touch of rain on his face, rushing to the altar himself, boarding the high platform.

Many people passed by her, some people stood in place, and some looked up at her.

Silver knife, painted array with blood.

No matter how ridiculous and desolate the ceremony of the ceremony ... The patterns are broken, the bones of the phoenix birds in the center of the lines are broken, and the fire will not burn. Then use firewood to use firewood with heavy rain.

But the song sounds again.

One worship and one stroke, one worship and one worship,

The young girl surrounds the bonfire.

Her singing through the vast rainy, thin and clear, four words, two sentences. The fire burning was destroyed, and she was destroyed. At first she worshiped on the altar. Later, the sister -in -law walked up, and gradually, there were six or seven young guys and girls who came up.

The new bonfire illuminates the new face.

Worship, sing.

There are more and more people.

do not die.

Please don't die for the world anymore.

Dark fire, heavy rain.

I ca n’t remember A language. How many times the bonfire was ignited, and I could n’t remember how many times I worshiped it a few times. She sang the wishes over and over again ... legend? Who does not know that the bronze bells surrounding the ancient wood are God?

Copper bell Dingdang, year after year, more than all year round.

However, the god of the witch.

Please don't bless us anymore, whether to kill or annihilation, it is our destiny.

The heavy rain was extinguished again, and there was a copper bell in the sound of the rain.

Gentle is like a song.

Ayu ignited again.

The elderly witch stood around the ancient forest, and they slowly turned around, slowly kneeling towards the altar. The desperate sacrifice rituals have begun again, which is very different from the past. This time, the people who host the ceremony are young. Heavy rain could not extinguish the red fire in their hearts.

Once again, the bonfire was destroyed.

A word gets up and wants to increase firewood again.

Suddenly, the sister -in -law around her pointed at a place in the altar and shouted:

"fire!"

Ayu's hand was in the air, and she looked at the direction of the sister -in -law's fingers, and a little dark red suddenly and dark in a pool of rain. At first, she couldn't believe her eyes, and her wrist trembled uncontrollably. However, the next moment, the fire was like a phoenix wings, breaking the rain curtain and raising to the sky.

"Burst, array ..."

Sister Mi grabbed her shoulders and turned her head to look at her, her eyes full of ecstasy in her eyes.

"The lines are connected!"

Chapter 117 Human Fireworks, Return to the Soul

Tancheng, who was in the evening dream, suddenly woke up.

The red tail of the tail is from the wall of the eaves, from the tiles, and from the downstream of the beast. Hundreds of millions of fish gathered together, and the red scale and the tail of the show were like copper armor, such as exhibition Jing, like peach blossoms, and sent out unprecedented glory. Glory flowing together, such as fire, such as red tide, such as stars.

"... Chihong."