I just want to be quiet

Chapter 612 Deep Sea Sacrifice. (First one! Please subscribe!)

boom! !

Another Golden Core cultivator blew himself up.

Qiao Ciguang’s heart sank, and Junior Sister Zhang Jing was also dead, now only Junior Sister Ruan Zhi is still alive!

Just when she wanted to continue to shoot, a drop of warm blood suddenly floated on her face. Not far away, the weird female corpse finally reached its limit. The cracks on the body were no longer limited to the surface skin, but accompanied by ” “Crunch” and “Crunch” sound deep.

The body of the female corpse shattered piece by piece. Until the end, the only remaining skeleton and flesh and blood were manipulated to rush towards Sang, just like Sang Rang Shi Wanli and Su Zhentian’s disciples did, and burst into flames!

boom……

The flesh of the Golden Core stage exploded with the strange breath that came temporarily in the flesh. At the same time, there was a thunderous rumbling from the sky above the head, and the “hulla” rain poured down without warning.

But soon, under the dual suppression of the Restrictions and curses on the island, the scope of self-detonation was surprisingly small, and the treacherous aura from the floating world, like a tree without roots, quickly faded away.

After only a few breaths, the thunder disappeared and the heavy rain stopped.

The female body was wiped out in ashes, and Sang’s figure reappeared in midair.

His condition is also very bad. The twelve cities have disappeared, and even the huge mulberry tree that inherited the twelve cities is thin and nearly empty, but he can hold on for a while.

It is indeed extremely terrifying that the female corpse who came in the floating life strangely exploded. If he changed a place, he might not die and would completely lose the power to resist.

However, the outer island on this day is the place where his former master stayed.

Even if it is weird, it will not affect this piece of land.

It’s just that the delay is too long now, you have to kill the son quickly!

Thinking of this, Sang turned around and fled in a certain direction regardless of Qiao Ciguang.

“Quit!” Qiao Ciguang quickly blocked Sang’s path, she stepped on the silver wave, Wan Xuanzhi turned into thousands of Flying Sword, howling like rain, Sword Qi cut down one after another!

Sang’s complexion sank, and immediately shot, the giant mulberry branches and leaves shattered for a while, shattering Qiao Ciguang’s various methods, and at the same time, he said sensibly, “Curse!”

The moment the curse fell, Qiao Ciguang’s body once again showed several bright yellow talisman, the rune shimmered and slowly burned, blocking the curse’s erosion.

Immediately afterwards, Wan Xuanzhi changed again, and countless moon blades were born out of thin air, strangling towards the giant mulberry above Sang’s head.

brush! !

Sang took a hand, and on the giant mulberry, a section of the branches held together by several people took the initiative to fall off, facing the moon blade, and with one brush, the branches and the moon blade died almost at the same time.

At this moment, Sang’s breath became weaker and weaker.

He stretched out his hand again and pointed towards Qiao Ci: “Dead!”

Another piece of giant mulberry branches that were as thick as a water tank fell off and swept towards Qiao Ciguang with grievances, hatred, curses, and evil thoughts.

Qiao Ciguang’s complexion changed slightly, and he subconsciously dodged. Taking advantage of this effort, Sang turned and left, intending to continue to look for Pei Ling.

But at this moment, the entire island suddenly shook!

It seems that the haze and Restrictions that have been pressing in my heart since I went to the island, the terror disappeared in an instant, and the various Restrictions and curses that were flooded all around faded in an instant.

Sang was startled for a moment, and his face instantly turned pale.

The son, already got the inheritance of the master!

The next moment, the giant mulberry above his head collapsed like a building, silently collapsing, it was half of the collapsed, and it was completely wiped out.

And Sang’s power, along with the island’s Restrictions, began to quickly dissipate.

He stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to stay, but his fingers were empty and he could not grasp anything… He was imprisoned by his master on this island, guarding the inheritance left by the master, and now, the Restrictions and curses on the island are dissipating, and they are facing him. In other words, it does not mean freedom.

It’s…the body and spirit are destroyed!

Yes, Sang has long been fused with the curse on the island…

At this moment, there seemed to be misty changes before his eyes.

……In the depths of the Wanchao Sea, the sea is as black as ink.

On the black water, there were intermittent sobbing sounds.

It was a simple bamboo raft, only scribbled tied with freshly twisted twine.

After a long time of soaking, there is a tendency to disperse at this moment.

On the bamboo raft, a seven or eight-year-old child, dressed in glamorous clothes, wearing a ring and a long life lock on his neck, was weeping with a look of fear.

“Daddy…mother…grandfather…grandmother…elder brother…sister…” It’s been a day and a night, no matter how he called, how he admits wrong and begs for mercy, there is a vast sea of ​​water all around, and from time to time, there are strange shapes. The sea beast, as well as the translucent thing he didn’t know or dared to think deeply, passed by the bamboo raft.

A pair of malicious and greedy eyes stared at the children from far and near, feeling the undisguised desire in their sights, as if they wanted to pounce on themselves to chew and swallow them anytime, anywhere, and the children were horrified and dying.

He cried louder, begging for mercy, begging for help, spoiling, acting coquettishly…but the family who used to be gentle and kind to each other disappeared.

Children can only watch the bamboo raft drifting with the flow and gradually disintegrate.

In the end, in the sharp cry, he and the bamboo raft were swept into the bottom of the sea by a wave, suffocating, and soon he lost consciousness…

When he woke up, the child found that he had been pushed onto an island by the waves.

The island is surprisingly quiet, not even the noise of a bug.

In the eyes are all rose flowers blooming arbitrarily, red as blood, snow white in full bloom, dotted among the dark branches and leaves, like a brocade.

And in the center of the island, a giant mulberry rose from the ground, with luxuriant branches and leaves, like a mountain, standing like a column at a height of ten thousand.

The pavilion is like a room, covering the entire island under the canopy.

The child raised his head and stared blankly at the huge mulberry tree. He was instinctively frightened. However, there was nowhere to go. Hunger made him get up tremblingly, and walked cautiously into the dense rose bushes from the beach.

Then, the child walked all the way down to the giant mulberry, and while he was looking for food, he suddenly opened a pair of eyes on the trunk of the giant mulberry, and said like a thundering voice: “Another one is sent out continuously for wealth and honor. Sacrifice.”

“Where did these stupid mortals hear the rumors, thinking that putting the most precious children in the family on a bamboo raft to sacrifice to the dead in the sea can bless them?”

“Ah!” Before the child could grasp the meaning of its words, he turned around in fright and ran away, “Youkai! Youkai!”

However, he ran for a long while, but he could only spin around under the giant mulberry. Just when the child was terrified, the giant mulberry lazily said: “What is it? I am a fairy, you are a Ghost, and all the living avoid it. The hatred of inferiority exists. No one is more expensive than others.”

Two huge fuchsia mulberries suddenly fell into the child’s hands, “Hey, eat something, calm down.”

“Ghost, Ghost?” The mulberry was soft and juicy, with red palms, exuding a seductive and sweet smell. The child was naive in childhood, hungry, and saw that the other party offered to give food that seemed very good, and the fear suddenly weakened. After hearing this, he was stunned, and then realized that he had no shadow…

He forgot to eat for a while, staring blankly at own hand, when did he die?

Did he die in horror while drifting to the island, or died of suffocation after the wave swallowed…?

He doesn’t remember…

“Barta”, “Barta”… After realizing that he had died, the child’s eyes quickly burst into tears.

At the same time, his originally solid body, slightly swayed, faded a lot.

Not far away, a cluster of rose blooms, as if feeling something, stretched out to wipe his face.

The roses on this island are different from other places, the dark branches and leaves, the bright bloody flowers, are delicate and weird.

But the petals touched the child’s cheeks, giving him a gentle and delicate feeling.

“Little fool.” Ju Sang said lightly, “Ghost’s tears contain your original strength. You have not grown up before you are alive, and now you are a new death. Your soul should have been weak. If this place is special, it would have been impossible. Condensed Hun and Po, now crying sadly for those who abandon you, it’s just taking the initiative to lose their souls.”

“Fine, this is your own choice.”

After speaking, the eyes above the tree trunk closed and disappeared instantly.