Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

The spatial magic weapon in Xiao Changqin's arms is of a relatively high level and was specially customized, which is about the same level as An Qingli's tree house. It can be of any size, and can also be controlled internally and externally by the magic weapon owner.

The real owner of the magic weapon is Ye Zhilan, so when the red arrow of marriage came, Ye Zhilan was able to cut off the sword energy and stop the marriage.

Ye Zhilan and Xiao Changqin thought that her reputation was not good enough, so under the threat of the Xiao family, she agreed to come to this imperial city to make up for it. However, who knew that the five princesses, who knew that Xiao Changqin had someone in her heart, shot the red arrow at this place.

Can't figure out people's hearts?
Xiao Changqin and Ye Zhilan felt regretful, but it was too late.

Both of them were captured, Xiao Changqin was the favorite of the Xiao family, and his life was naturally safe, but the Xiao family intended to get rid of Ye Zhilan with the help of the royal family.

After all, if Xiao Changqin has hatred in his heart in the future, he can only hate the royal family, not the Xiao family.

But the royal family of Nuo, why are they afraid of the little fear in Xiao Changqin's heart.

Outside the imperial city, there are eight small altars around the palace wall, which can be used to punish those who disrespect the royal family. People and officials in the city can come forward to watch the ceremony.

The small altar sacrifices also choose the time. There are several books about sacrifices in the Wancheng Kingdom. The books describe in detail when and which day is the best for sacrifices, compiled by a special person from the Qin Tianjian.

There is a kind of cowhide booklet that is extremely popular. Almost every household in Wancheng Country has a copy, and it will be updated year by year.

Five days later, Ye Zhilan was escorted to a small altar just west of the palace wall.

In the early winter, when the sun was sinking and the damp and cold dusk, children who had not yet touched their bodies wore a thick layer.

Ye Zhilan, who was dressed in thin clothes, was escorted to kneel on the altar. The thin white clothes fluttered in the cold wind, lining her pointed chin. Looking from the side, she had a different kind of poignant beauty.

Ye Zhilan didn't resist, her arms were cut behind her back, and she knelt quietly on the stage, her ears filled with the people from Wancheng Kingdom's righteous mockery and contempt and applause.

Disrespecting the royal family in Wancheng Kingdom should have ended like this, and everyone was expecting the end of this ignorant pariah.

The sacrificial officer burns incense and prays, bows to the sky, and sings the sacrificial words in cadence.

After singing, he whimpered again and didn't know what was being read in his mouth.

An Qingli, the little ceremonial officer, was also present, but said he was unwell, so he just watched the ceremony from the audience.

Ye Zhilan was tied to a short wooden stake like a broken puppet.

Dozens of men and women dressed strangely and with oil paint on their faces jumped onto the stage, surrounded the bound Ye Zhilan, sang and danced, and suddenly grimaced, and approached Ye Zhilan in vain. To scare Ye Zhilan.

The common people and officials watching the ceremony were excited and clapped their hands secretly.

An Qingli applauded, but said in her heart: "The royal family, they always want to make some foolish things to fool the world. This kind of sacrifice has too much performance, and if one person's life is to be killed, the movement will be too loud." some."

That's right, Wancheng's country sees that everyone lives and works in peace and contentment, and they don't make any foolish things. How can people here mess around.

The group of men and women in bright and strange clothes on the stage danced round and round around Ye Zhilan, and the audience cheered happily.

This is not a summer festival.

In the summer sacrifices, at the end, the whole body and face of the priests were tightly covered with cowhide, and they were placed under the sun, causing people to die of thirst and dehydration, which was extremely cruel.

In the autumn and winter sacrifices, people are directly burned to death with fire after the dance.

In Wancheng Kingdom, adding fire to the body is torture, whether it is before or after death, and the death on the altar is not death, not the bloody cruelty of the royal family, but called "sacrifice".

After the group of demons danced wildly on the altar, torches were set up and piled up around Ye Zhilan, who was always weak and did not resist.

But An Qingli couldn't bear Ye Zhilan's death.

How could An Qingli be willing to die for such a Ye Zhilan made of the sacred wood of four elephants.

However, there is a large crowd, and it is inconvenient to make a move for a while, so we can only play by ear.

"Where did the real Ye Zhilan go?" Xiao Lingxi couldn't help being curious.

An Qingli said: "I'm afraid I used a golden cicada's trick to escape and return to Xiao Changqin's side, or take the opportunity to escape and hide."

Xiao Lingxi asked again: "Then Xiao Changqin, do you know that Ye Zhilan has a Shenmu clone?"

An Qingli pondered for a while, put herself in the situation, and said: "If I were Ye Zhilan, even if I was as close as a friend, I would not take the initiative to tell this great opportunity that only belongs to me."

Xiao Jintan also agrees, revealing a pensive look that is more and more similar to An Qingli, thinking: "In this way, Ye Zhilan has probably escaped, for herself and Xiao Changqin."

Little Pegasus sighed it's a pity, that Ye Zhilan has had many years of ups and downs, and she really has a long life.

But An Qingli said: "However, Ye Zhilan will never let go of her sacred tree. Even if she is not at the scene today, she will take the opportunity to take the sacred tree back to her in a few days."

The fake Ye Zhilan was already howling in pain in the raging fire, and the children who were originally in high spirits were a little scared.

In An Qingli's view, this so-called sacrifice was actually an act of killing, and it was indeed cruel.

This sacrificial offering is fake, unlike the great sacrifice that happens once in a hundred years. Every detail of that sacrifice is meticulous and rigorous. The characters are drawn and arrayed, and the blood of the witch clan is used as a guide.

False sacrifices.

However, An Qingli hasn't seen it with her own eyes, so it's hard to judge.

The miserable cry went straight into the sky.

Suddenly the sky became cloudy.

The dark cloud came so suddenly, it was black and dense, and it was accompanied by a strong wind, the ignorant child was terrified.

Thunder and lightning, pouring rain pouring down.

Little Lingxi opened Lingxi's eyes to look at the sky, and said that there was a Nascent Soul cultivator in the sky, with a concealed talisman attached, chanting formulas in the clouds to make rain.

An Qingli took an oil-paper fan from her storage bag and propped it on top of her head. She wasn't surprised that someone deliberately made clouds and rain, but she didn't understand who was trying to save Ye Zhilan.

Could it be Xiao Changqin instigated it?

The heavy rain extinguished the flames around Ye Zhilan, people said, this Ye Zhilan's life should not die, God won't accept her.

"This pariah shouldn't die! He shouldn't die!"

Some people saw the strange thing and cheered excitedly in the rain.

This kind of situation has also happened to priests before. Under such circumstances, those who made mistakes have to be handed over to the royal family to deal with them separately.

The rain is heavy, and the thunder is also loud.

A bear roared.

The fourth princess, Zhou Zhuoya, rode on the bear's back and came in the rain. One on the left and one on the right turned into guardian servants, supporting the canopy to keep out the rain.

When the people around saw the black bear, they knew it was the royal princess who was traveling, and they all knelt down in the muddy rainwater.

"Here comes the snatcher!"

The little tiger was in the spirit animal bag, glaring angrily at the black tooth princess, full of displeasure, this tyrannical princess might want to snatch things from her master.