I will process the sacrificial items first so as not to have any unexpected situations during the sacrificial sacrifice.”

After Mu Qingqian finished speaking, she realized something was wrong. She raised her eyes and looked at Yun Yehuang beside her.

His smile, which was evident in everything, was hidden in the corner of his mouth.

Mu Qingqian suddenly realized, "You mean, Xuanyuan Jin had already put a trap on Fengliu in advance?"

"You can even think of preparing in advance, how could Xuanyuan Jin and the others not think of it?

Therefore, this sacrifice must be opened when the romantic enters the ghost clan.

If the romantic person does not become a sacrificial item, he may not live long.

After all, Fengliu saved Bingyao, but she still had to go back.

As the leader of the ghost clan and with the guidance of experts behind him, Xuanyuan Jin was naturally done very well."

"Then when will I rush over to save Fengliu?"

"After the seven-colored strange fire appeared, Xuanyuan Jin and the mysterious man's eyes and thoughts must have been focused on the seven-colored strange fire, thus ignoring the romantic flow."

"Once the seven-colored fire appears, I will go and save him immediately."

"No." Yun Yehuang shook his head and said softly: "When the colorful fire appears, the sacrifice has not really ended yet. If you go up rashly, it will only interrupt the sacrificial ritual, so that the romantic liu can be in danger."

"When will the sacrifice end?"

"When the last drop of blood flows down."

"The last drop of blood...I'm going to take the wind off the altar before the last drop of blood flows down?"

"Yes, once the last drop of blood falls on the altar, Fengliu will die. If the last drop of blood is saved, his internal organs will not be damaged.

It's not possible to be late or early.

Whether you can successfully save Fengliu depends on whether you can save the last drop of blood from flowing down.”

Mu Qingqian kept it in mind, "I understand, it's too late, Fengliu died, it's too early, interrupting the sacrifice, and being killed the same."

She opened her eyes and looked through the gaps at the altar.

Since Emperor Yun Ye said this, she looked at the direction of the altar without even blinking.

Yun Yehuang held her hand quietly, "Don't be nervous, just do your best."

Don't seek the best results, just try your best.

"I'm afraid I can't save Fengliu..."

"This is not your style of conduct. You girl have always been very enthusiastic about doing things and have never been afraid of anything."

"Do you know why I'm afraid?"

Yun Yehuang: "Are you worried that the mysterious man came out to make trouble?"

"My spiritual energy is not as good as you and that person, and I can't even beat Xuanyuan Jin."

"Just save Fengliu and leave the rest to me. You don't need to take Fengliu away, just let him leave the ice bed."

Mu Qingqian looked at the bed, and a cold light popped out in his eyes.

There is an organ on that bed...

She likes to solve the mechanism the most!

The sacrifice begins, and Xuanyuan Jin casts a spell.

Feng Liu was lying on the ice bed, and the index fingers of his left and right hands were directly cut by a crystal knife.

The blood beads gathered and fell on the black plane altar.

After receiving the windy blood, the golden lines lit up at that moment.

The windy blood flowed down the patterns on the ground drop by drop, dimming the patterns on the patterns bit by bit.

When the entire pattern lights up, I feel the surrounding temperature rise suddenly.

Mu Qingqian's eyes never left Feng Liu's bloody hands.

The temperature is rising, is the colorful fire finally coming out?

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Chapter completed!