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"This is the ancient god-sacrifice formation. It is different from the soul-refining formation. You can't escape." Mrs. Luo finished singing and looked at everyone with the bone sword in hand. "As long as I throw the bone sword, all of you will immediately He will bleed to death from his seven orifices, and his soul will be refined by the formation."

Mrs. Luo: "Gu Xu, if you regret it, the previous agreement is still valid. You and Ruan Mingzhuo will die calmly, and I can let these ordinary people go."

He Wangyao was about to curse: "How can there be such an exchange method?"

Tang Zhen clenched his magic sword: "What if we don't agree?"

He cannot sacrifice others to protect himself.

Others have the same view. Is there any integrity left in the devil’s crooked ways?

Gu Xu tightened his hand and suddenly said: "Okay, I am willing to sacrifice my life and soul to save A Zhi. But you must also promise me to let everyone go."

After a pause, he added word by word, "Let everyone go, including Ruan Mingzhuo, Li Wenhe, He Wangyao and Pei Di."

The Lord Shen was dissatisfied on the spot: "Why?"

Gu Xu: "Only because I voluntarily offer sacrifice can the twins' powers be completely unified and the gods from outside the world can truly come."

He looked at Mingzhao with deep reluctance and nostalgia in his eyes.

In the dream, even if she is as strong as Mingzhao, she will die.

The ancient altar, the white silk threads, the distant singing, these messy images he had dreamed about over and over again.

She would still feel palpitations and sadness when she woke up. How could she die for such an amazing and talented person?
It was obviously him who was entangled by fate. If he had accepted his fate from the beginning and stepped onto the altar and was willing to sacrifice, he might not have to make such a big sacrifice.

Mrs. Luo was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "Okay, I promise you."

The most critical point in worshiping gods is Gu Xu, others are not the most important.

If she just wanted Mingzhuo's power...she turned her gaze to Cheng Jingru's back. Wouldn't someone with great luck be the best candidate?
Cheng Jingru was shocked. He was about to separate a strand of thread to deal with Mrs. Luo, but was blocked by the bone sword.

"You are just a near god, not a real god. You are not the only one who can control the power of wishes."

The bone sword was transformed from the bones of the gods. It was the most complete and largest sternum, twice as big as the one suppressed by Qingmen Temple, and contained dozens of times the divine power.

It is more than enough to deal with a fledgling Cheng Jingru.

Cheng Jingru didn't expect to be stabbed in the back so quickly, and was very angry: "Mrs. Luo, I am..."

She wanted to say something else, but she suddenly silenced her voice and spit out a mouthful of blood when she opened her mouth.

Divine punishment.When she thought of this word, she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

Mrs. Luo glanced at her indifferently and urged: "Hurry up, time is running out."

Gu Xu glanced at Mingzhuo for the last time with nostalgia... He still felt regretful that the kiss in the wedding room had not ended.

If he had known that this life was still so short, he should have put aside all reservations and calculations and pursued her passionately.

She is always very tolerant of herself, and she probably won't slap herself and then scold herself.

He has been calculating calmly, and the calculation is done slowly, willingly, forever, and the future will be long.

After all, the days are numbered.

Gu Xu turned around and walked up to the altar, walking step by step towards Luo Zhi's ice coffin.

"Ah Xu!" He Wangyao hurriedly went to catch him.

Li Wenhe pursed his lips and said, "Zhuo Zhuo will not agree with you doing this."

Luo Wenxin's eyes sparkled with tears: "Why do you have to go through such a thing?"

Qiao Song felt very sad and silently patted Luo Wenxin on the shoulder.

Tang Zhen and others wanted to catch Gu Xu, but soon found that their actions were much slower.There was something wrong with this formation. It was sucking everyone's energy and energy unknowingly. Ordinary people with poor health began to have nosebleeds to varying degrees.

The formation had no effect on Gu Xu. He had already walked to the ice coffin and looked at Luo Zhi inside.

The young man's eyebrows were picturesque, and he looked at the other person as if he were looking at his own shadow.

Gu Xu raised his hand and cut his wrist, and blood suddenly poured out and dripped into the ice coffin.

He thought coldly, not knowing whether the blood in his body would be enough to fill this ice coffin.

He Wangyao was about to collapse. He shouted loudly: "Mrs. Luo, are you sick? Qiao Song even said that you gave birth to such outstanding twins as Ah Xu and Ah Zhi. You won the genetic lottery, but you didn't cherish it! If you sacrifice Ah Xu to go to A Zhi, and then sacrifice A Zhi to invite God to come, both of your sons will be killed by you, right?"

Mrs. Luo's eyes fluctuated slightly.

"What do you know?" She soon regained her indifference, "It is A Zhi's honor that the gods are willing to descend."

"Then have you ever asked Ah Zhi if he is willing?" He Wangyao was stunned for a moment, why is there an accent?

He suddenly felt warm liquid flowing out of his nose. Was it starting to bleed?
It's probably an illusion, as his consciousness will gradually be swallowed up by this formation.

He shook hands and remembered that Mingzhao had drawn palm talismans on several of their palms, so he could call her if anything happened.

But he kept following the large army, wondering what so many people were afraid of, and never called out.

The spiritual light in the palm talisman flashed faintly. He Wangyao was startled for a moment and tried to shout, "Boss, help me."

The inspiration flickered again.

He Wangyao seemed to suddenly feel blessed and shouted a few more times, "Boss, help! Boss, help! Boss, help!"

The Lord Shen looked at him with a strange expression, wondering if he was frightened and started talking nonsense.

Immediately after he sensed something, he suddenly turned his head and looked over.

The white silk threads that wrapped Ming Mao into cocoons began to melt slowly, evaporating like snow and disappearing.

Mingzhao closed his eyes and frowned slightly, as if he had fallen into a dream.

She felt like there were noisy sounds everywhere, it was too noisy, and those sounds kept disturbing her, making her brain hurt, and making her unable to live in peace.

She didn't want to respond to those voices, they were so annoying, she just wanted to completely block out those voices and sleep peacefully.

But in a daze, she sensed that Gu Xu was in danger.

She was very angry. How could a noble person like Ah Xu bully him?unacceptable!

Just as Mingzhao was about to wake up, he heard another voice, "Boss, help!"

She responded to the voice and opened her eyes suddenly!
"Yao Yao, your voice is too soft."

Cheng Jingru was slightly shocked, how could it be possible!

He Wangyao was stunned, crying with joy, and said loudly: "Boss, help! Ah Xu..."

Mingzhuo lazily replied: "I know."

Although his voice was lazy, his movements were not slow. As soon as he raised his hand, the mahogany sword flew out, and he quickly fought with the bone sword in Mrs. Luo's hand for a few moves, interrupting the spell.

She didn't even glance at Cheng Jingru, and quickly flew up the steps on tiptoes.

In the ice coffin, someone looked back at him.

His eyes were as gentle as the spring breeze in March, and anyone who looked at them couldn't help but want to get close to him.