The Secret of the Reborn Shadowguard

"Are you ready?" Mo Wuqing opened his closed eyes, picked up a bowl of red soup on the table, put it near his mouth, and swallowed it with a movement of his throat.

"King, do you really want to..." Wuxin said hesitantly, seeing the sudden gaze of the person above, she immediately knelt down on one knee and lowered her eyes, "This subordinate deserves to die."

Mo Wuqing didn't say anything to blame, but he changed his voice and asked, "Did you find him?"

Although he never mentioned the person's name, Wuxin knew who the person Mo Wuqing was asking was, so he shook his head and lowered his head: "Never."

Mo Wuxie's eyes darkened slightly, she lowered her eyes and pondered for a moment, finally stood up from the throne, lifted her black robe, and said, "Go to the altar."

Wuxin followed behind Mo Wuqing, and when he saw the altar he personally arranged, he felt mixed feelings.

The altar was about ten meters high, surrounded by totems like green snakes and black scorpions.

Right in front is the steps paved with white marble, with 49 steps, no more than one, no less.

If you look down from top to bottom, you can see that there are some strange lines carved on the altar, which are very similar to the spells that Mo Wuqing carved on the rice paper that day.

One person was tied to it, his limbs were all fixed by chains, and his mouth was tightly gagged. He struggled violently on it, unable to move or shout.

The gloomy weather added to the chill in southern Xinjiang, and the bone-piercing wind rattled Mo Rurui's robe.

After standing still for a moment in front of the ten-meter-high altar, Mo Wuqing suddenly turned around and looked at Wuxin who was following behind him.

After staring at him for a long time, he finally said: "Stay here, if anyone comes, kill him without mercy."

"Wu Xin obeys the king's order, Wu Xin will not die, no one can enter." Wu Xin clenched her fists at her sides, finally bent down, put her right hand on her chest, and kissed Mo Wuqing's feet lightly, doing the heaviest thing in southern Xinjiang. etiquette.

It seems to have returned to the allegiance more than ten years ago, the same great gift, but in a different situation and a different mood.

If possible, he would rather pretend that someone actually stopped this blood sacrifice.

But he couldn't, because the man in front was his king.

Even if his king is for another man, even if his king loses another ten years of life.

Mo Wuqing took out a string of blood-red agate beads from his sleeve, and put him on his face for a moment, with tenderness in his eyes, half paid, and finally walked up to the altar.

Stepping up step by step, every step is in Wuxin's heart, which casts a layer of desolation that shouldn't be there on the ferocious black scorpion on his face.

The closer he got to the altar, the more steady Mo Wuqing's steps became, and the sound of his footsteps became more and more rhythmic.

But no one knows whether his heart is as peaceful and peaceful as his calm appearance at this time.

"Wang..." Looking at Mo Wuqing's back, Wuxin's thousands of words were choked in his mouth, and only this faint word was covered by the wind.

The north wind howled, blowing away his hair, covering his pure eyes and the black scorpion.

He turned around silently, no longer looking at Mo Wuqing, holding the handle of the knife in his hand, guarding his king behind him.

At the same time, on a roof not far away, two figures crouched on it, quietly waiting for the best opportunity to appear.

"You asked me to save him? He looks familiar." Gu Yan looked at the ten-meter-high altar from a distance, touched his chin, and recalled the person who was tied up on the altar. person's identity.

A few days ago, Mo Wuxie planted the twin life Gu and the same life Gu in the bodies of him and Ah Ying, and he promised one thing.

Coming here is naturally fulfilling his promise.

Xiao Zimo couldn't come with him because he needed to appease Chee Ying, Bei Mingtian was with Xiao Zimo on the one hand, and the other was disdainful to follow, so only he and Mo Wuxie came here Just two people.

Mo Wuxie didn't complain because only Gu Yan came, he stared at the bound man on the altar, his fists were clenched so that blood was almost bruised.

"He is Helian Huasheng, the man on the tenth Panlong pillar during the Wulin League War Demon Conference, and he is also... the love of my heart."

Only then did Gu Yan suddenly realize, and then slightly raised his chin, pointed to Mo Wuqing on the altar, and asked curiously: "What is he doing?"

Hearing Gu Yan's question, Mo Wuxie showed a complex look on his face, and explained: "This is my blood sacrifice technique in southern Xinjiang. He wants to use the little peanut as a sacrifice to find out what he is looking for. That person."

Gu Yan was curious in his heart, but he didn't ask anymore, the playful look on his face faded, and a layer of heaviness gradually surfaced.

Although he was able to come and go freely in the southern border palace by himself, it would not be an easy matter to bring Mo Wuxie and Helian Huasheng along with him.

Although Mo Wuqing's internal strength is not as good as his, but I'm afraid that there are other strange Gu techniques in the southern border.

"Just go and save Little Peanut, I will try my best to stop Mo Wuqing, I may not be as good as him in other aspects, but when it comes to Gu skills, I will naturally not bear the name of the Gu king."

"When the first drop of blood drips from his palm, he is at his weakest. At that time, he will get twice the result with half the effort."

What Mo Wuxie said before was remembered by Gu Yan, and he waited quietly, waiting for an appropriate time.

On the altar, Mo Wuqing had already slipped the string of blood-red agate beads onto Helian Huasheng's wrist.

The crisp sound of beads collided with each other, forming a series of pleasant sounds.It resounded abruptly on the altar covered with dark clouds and cold.

There was no sharp blade, and suddenly, Helian Huasheng's body trembled, and a bloody mouth suddenly appeared on the wrist, and the blood slowly seeped out from it. The speed was not very fast, but it continued continuously.

A stream of blood covered the string of agate beads, and it was unclear whether it was its original color or the color of the blood.

Mo Wuxie on the roof clenched his fists tightly and almost rushed over.

He raised his hand and put his fist between his teeth, restraining himself from making a sound.

But in an instant, his mouth was filled with a fishy smell, as if he had the same blood as his lover on the altar.

Mo Wuqing on the altar waited for a while, and said something in his mouth, which seemed to be a witchcraft spell.

I saw the same wound appear on his wrist, a drop of blood suddenly fell, dripped on the string of agate beads with a thud, and shattered into spots.

"Let's go!" Mo Wuxie finally said, and rushed out ahead of Gu Yan impatiently.

At the same time, as soon as his voice fell, Gu Yan also ejected at the fastest speed. Although he was half a step behind Mo Wuxie, he was much faster than him, and ran towards the altar. past.

The two figures flying towards the altar not far away caused the guardian Wuxin to shrink his pupils. He raised his hand and wanted to draw a knife to stop him. He only had a face-to-face with Gu Yan before he was slapped away.

He hit the ground heavily, but as if he didn't feel the pain, he rushed towards Gu Yan again, trying to complete this impossible task with his flesh and blood.

The sound behind him had already alarmed Mo Wuqing, but he just glanced at Gu Yan and Mo Wuxie who were approaching gradually, and continued the spell in his mouth without pausing for a moment.

The situation in the arena was only in seconds, but in an instant, Gu Yan had already rushed to the altar one step ahead of Mo Wuxie, only five steps away from Mo Wuqing.

Seeing that hope was in front of him, suddenly, a hazy barrier appeared out of thin air, and instantly bounced him away.

Fortunately, Gu Yan reacted in time, the powerful internal force was concentrated on the palm of his hand and hit the ground, his body turned over in mid-air, barely stabilized his figure, and his feet landed firmly on the ground.

"king!"

Seeing this scene, Wuxin didn't feel any luck. On the contrary, he paused for a while before Gu Yan's pounced body, and then his eyes slowly widened, gradually overflowing with a layer of panic.

No longer caring about stopping Gu Yan and the two again, Wu Xin desperately rushed up to the altar, offering sacrifices like moths, but was also bounced away by that blurred barrier.

"No!" At the same time, another shrill voice sounded from the side, it was Mo Wuxie.

Mo Wuxie almost climbed up to the altar with both hands and feet, and knocked hard on the barrier in a daze.

The fist that was already dripping with blood was even more horrible, and the white bones were slowly exposed, which was shocking in the eyes of everyone.

He knocked on the barrier and shouted, "Boundary of blood, barrier of blood...Brother, brother, take it back quickly, little peanut, little peanut...no...no..."

The barrier of blood uses blood as a medium and sacrifices life. The blood will not flow out, it will not be broken and it will not be destroyed.

As time passed, Mo Wuqing on the altar became paler and paler, and his body began to crumble, as if he would collapse completely in an instant.

However, he still stubbornly opened his eyes wide, staring closely at the text pattern slowly unfolding on the blood-red agate bead, as if that was his only salvation.

When the words on the string of beads finally showed the last stroke, Mo Wuxie who was outside the barrier finally stopped his hands.

Looking at the cold altar and the two people on the altar, Mo Wuxie's eyes were bloodshot, and he slipped down from the barrier and sat on the ground in a daze.

It's over, it's over.