Sheng Lingyuan said in a whisper: "If it were you, what are you going to do?"

He seemed to be asking Xuan Ji, or he was asking someone in the void who refused to show up but kept watching them.

Xuan Ji looked towards the entrance of the cave. In the memory space of "ramping up", the cave was not the later witch tomb, nor was it buried underground. The entrance of the cave reflected a faint light, knocking Sheng Lingyuan's face half-light and half-dark, revealing clear and smooth bone traces under his skin.

The sound of footsteps suddenly came from the entrance of the cave, and someone shouted in the heart-wrenching witch.

Sheng Lingyuan's avatar hurt even more, and he pressed his forehead against the cold rock wall with force.

Xuan Ji: "What did he say?"

Sheng Lingyuan replied in a vague voice: "The altar has been opened, and the old man and the children will go in first."

"altar?"

"The altar is the forbidden area of ​​the witch tribe," Sheng Lingyuan's voice was about to be destroyed by the noisy voices and footsteps. The panicked witch tribe people were like animals driven by the flood, passing by bystanders thousands of years later. "There is no curse to unravel the curse, the ancient secret techniques... are all sealed here, and there are seals that are much more complicated than the Dongchuan barrier outside. The altar is enshrined on the altar. The witch people worship the mountains and rivers, believing that the mountain god is their mother, and can properly keep people's evil thoughts and tolerate everything about their own people."

A shrill shout came from the entrance of the cave. This time, without translation, Xuan Ji could guess that the man was urging his tribe members to escape into the altar. Maybe he had heard too much in the "rriving" space. Although Xuan Ji didn't understand, he had already begun to gradually distinguish the pronunciation and tone of the witch's voice. Then, the voice of the witch who was shouting was interrupted by a scream, and a strong smell of blood poured into the cave, and the roar of the monster seemed to be close.

A witch-human child fell at Xuan Ji's feet. He subconsciously reached out and snatched his hand through the child's shoulder.

Xuan Ji was stunned, retracted his hand, looked up and asked, "Dongchuan was besieged and the barrier was broken again. The witch people could not stand it, so do they want to retreat to a place to hide? Wait..."

"Wait for me." Sheng Lingyuan whispered.

Because every time Aluojin had a conflict with others, Sheng Lingyuan would finally be unable to bear to argue with him and tried every means to help him get things done.

Over time, he felt that this was for granted.

As long as you hold on, Lingyuan will come.

As long as Lingyuan comes, the human race against him will be removed, and he will be able to free up his hands to deal with the demon beasts who are taking advantage of the situation.

Lingyuan is like the mountain god on the altar, omnipotent. It is not only his faith, but also his brother who leads him through the moonlight...

"Wait for me to save him."

Aluojin, with the warriors of the witch tribe, fought for the tribes' time to escape into the altar. The quiet Dongchuan was ignited by the fire, and the tongues of flames flew across the mountains, round wooden houses, forests, singing and dancing squares and vast starry sky... were swallowed by the fire together.

"Class leader, be careful!"

When Alujin heard the sound, he rolled down from the horse's back without looking back. A giant python immediately chased him, spreading a bloody mouth as big as half a cave. The fishy storm came to him, and the beast bit Alujin's horse from his waist and abdomen in one bite. The horse's internal organs flowed all over the ground, but his two front hooves were still rushing forward.

Aluojin bit his index finger, drew a strange symbol in the air quickly, and pushed forward suddenly. The bloody spell bumped into the snake's head, and the snake and Aluojin bounced away at the same time. The snake leaned back and broke a tree that was thick with hugging. Aluojin flew horizontally into the entrance of the cave. The witch who was waiting there immediately activated the mechanism, and the entrance of the cave roared and sank down.

"Quick! Quick! Close the mountain gate!"

Only then did Xuan Ji realize that the "Witch Tomb" was not buried in the ground due to crust movement, but a mechanism that can be sealed from it.

The big snake outside the cave entrance hit the rock unwillingly, and the sound of smashing the wall made people frightened. Several witches rushed forward and helped Alujin, who was exhausted: "Class leader, it is not advisable to stay here for a long time!"

Aluojin gasped violently: "Clanmen..."

"More than 40,000 people are here, don't worry!" said one of his guards, bent down and carried Aluojin on his back and ran in.

One stone gate after another fell behind them, and the shouts of killing outside were no longer heard. The witches who had survived the disaster looked at each other.

The core of the altar - the cave in Chen Coffin of Aluojin later, should not be able to enter without any stubbornness. The tribesmen all rest in the caves in the outer circle, crying quietly or comforting each other.

Aluojin took a breath and came to the entrance of the cave alone. The entrance of the cave was sealed by the "bloody" little white flowers. Only a little rippling water could be seen in the gap between the vines.

Aluojin looked muffled, his knees softened, and he knelt down dejectedly.

His father was killed by the demon clan, and the Great Sage was old, depressed by an irresistible fate. Soon he left without leaving a single word to guide him - Aluojin had betrayed his ancestors' teachings and embarked on a thorny path.

He vaguely felt that he had done something wrong, and he didn't know how he got this step. He took out the wooden mask that Sheng Lingyuan gave him from his arms in a daze. He was like a child who couldn't find a home. He was stunned for a long time, and in the end, he shivered and trembled, holding the mask that represented the protection of his father and brother on his face.

"That flower is called the 'life and death flower'. It is born in the altar pool and can clear the mind and concentrate the mind. The moonlit flower stamen condenses like blood. Drinking it on is miraculous for hysteria, but the crazy and stupid people recover their minds... Well, it can also remind old people of their bad memory of their past lives." Sheng Lingyuan said, "The pool symbolizes their mother. The witch people believe that they are born here and will return here after death to be protected and rested."

Xuan Ji approached the entrance of the cave, looked in through the gap of the vine for a moment, and asked again: "Are there many forbidden spells here? Why didn't Alujin take them out?"

"He dares not, that's blasphemy." Sheng Lingyuan said, "Besides, the more lethal the many secret techniques are, the greater the price they pay. The old patriarch was too hasty. A Luojin knew a lot of things about the magic of the witch clan, and he was afraid of backfiring."

Xuan Ji looked up at the surroundings: "I don't think it's a problem to hide in this place for a day or two - you were delayed on the road, didn't you arrive?"

"No, I didn't delay, I came just right."

The warriors of Dongchuan who had been besieged for three days and three nights were exhausted. After a simple rest, except for a few night watchmen, the others were covered in injuries and were unconscious. Even Aluojin curled up next to the altar and fell asleep.

The mountain god was on the side, and the glimmer of the flower of life and death shone on him. He was wearing a mask, probably feeling safe and sleeping like a baby.

Xuan Ji saw several night watchmen getting sleepy, and then he suddenly smelled a little sweet fragrance, very light. When he passed by his nose, it looked like the spring scenery of a garden a hundred meters away leaked by the breeze. Xuan Ji immediately pinched his nose and thought to himself: "There was a 'leader' at that time? What's this called? 'witch traitor'?"

Sure enough, I saw several night watchmen shaking for a while and all fell down.

Then, a guard who was accommodating Aluo opened his sleepless eyes and stood up slowly. Xuan Ji met his lifeless eyes that were not as dead as a living person. He suddenly reacted and asked Sheng Lingyuan quickly: "Wait a minute, he is not a traitor, right? I said before that the old patriarch of the Witch Human Clan was killed by something called the "human skin puppet". Then..."

"Little devil, your eyes are sharp." Sheng Lingyuan said, "How could Dan Li, such a Zhou Taoist, let something be separated from his control?"

Xuan Ji was shocked.

The "human skin puppet" quietly walked to Aluojin, looked down at the ignorant young clan leader, and seemed to have another soul behind his inorganic eyes.

Then he bent down at Alojin.

Xuan Ji: "..."

If this is a horror movie, it's time for him to turn on the "Sight with the Eye" mode.

But unexpectedly, the human skin puppet did not take the opportunity to do something bad. He just pulled up a cloak and gently covered Alujin's body, and then brushed away the dreadlocks that rubbed him against his face, like a gentle father. Alujin felt the warmth, got tired of it in the cloak, and muttered something in the witch's language.

The human skin puppet seemed to sigh slightly, and carefully stepped over his legs and walked towards the altar. While walking, he took out a fire break from his arms. His fingers gently flicked on it, and the fire broke suddenly, but the fire looked very strange. It was not an ordinary flame color, but almost bright red, like the sunset that was about to fall, it was clearly warm, but also cool.

The flower vines sealing the altar seemed to have encountered natural enemies. As soon as the fire approached, they quickly retreated, and soon an entrance could be seen for one person to pass through.

The entire altar was revealed - the pool was quiet, and the stone platform sealed the clay pots of all sizes and writing leaves.

At this time, Aluojin might have felt the light and opened his sleepy eyes in confusion. He was stunned for a moment and finally woke up. He looked at his brother who was with him day and night in shock: "What are you doing?"

The human skin puppet did not turn around, and bent down and threw the fire into the water of the pond. Not only was the fire not afraid of water, it also lit the pond like gasoline!

Aluojin jumped up, but before he could catch the fire person, the man's skin quickly shriveled, against the bones, inside it was a wooden puppet doll.

Aluojin was stunned. Suddenly, the letter from the family, the old patriarch who was killed, changed the personal guards he had grown up together without knowing it... Everything seemed to be connected into a line, vaguely pointing to a truth.

Alojin shouted and rushed into the altar.

But it's too late.

Those who betray the ancestral teachings will no longer be blessed by the mountain gods. The gods will be destroyed with the clay sculptures, or what people believe in is originally a fool.

The lie finally floated up and the water was burning.

The clay pots sealed on the altar burst one by one, and the ghosts released by the floating black images rushed around the altar. In desperation, Alojin could only use his own body to block the entrance of the cave and turned around to shout to the shocked tribe members: "Go away! Leave the altar! Go!"

The forbidden spells activated by vicious flames smelled the smell of flesh and blood, and rushed towards him greedily. Alojin's voice suddenly changed - his body was torn apart by a forbidden spell, and the wooden mask on his face that he had not had time to take off cracked from the middle, leaving only half of it, and was covered in blood on his face.

However, before he could close his eyes, he was spelled again by the next forbidden spell. The flowers of life and death turned from white to red, and blood flowed all over him, supporting his spiritual platform Qingming. He was torn back and forth by different poisonous spells, life and death, life and death.

The witches cried and fled out, and the closed mountain gates opened one by one, and the altar floated back to the ground, but soon, the person who rushed in the front screamed and retreated - the entrance of the cave was on fire!

It was the demon fire, which was burned pure white. The first witch warrior to step forward gritted his teeth and tried to rush out of the fire, but as soon as he touched the fire, it immediately turned into ashes. The tongue of fire soon rolled into the cave again, burning everything as soon as he saw it, and even the entrance of the stone cave seemed to be integrated into it.

The panicked witches quickly sank the altar into the ground again.

At this time, Alujin, who was blocked at the entrance of the altar, had been traveling between "split" and "slit together again", and the torture was not over. Blood flowed out from his feet and condensed in a small sinking pit on the ground. Then, a sesame butterfly larvae as big as sesame rose on the blood. It grew rapidly and spread its wings - unlike the Mirror Flower Water Moon Butterfly, this butterfly stained with blood actually flew up after leaving the human body, with red light like evil fire on the altar on its wings.

Fly towards the crowd!

"Didn't you want to know what those different human-faced butterflies are?" Xuan Ji felt Sheng Lingyuan's voice sounded far away, "Here, that's that, it's an evil curse that can't be burned by demon fire."

Xuan Ji's eyes suddenly lit up, shaking so that he almost burst into tears. After a while, he realized that his perspective was reversed outside the cave again. The entire Dongchuan was wrapped in pale demon fire. Someone shouted something and was about to rush in.

Xuan Ji turned around and saw a large group of people holding down the young Sheng Lingyuan with all their hands.

He was actually only one day slower...one night.

"This fire lasted for seven days and seven nights," Xuan Ji heard Sheng Lingyuan beside him say, "No one can extinguish it, do you know why?"

Xuan Ji felt a chill in his heart.

Without waiting for his answer, the scene collapsed again, and the two of them were forced to follow the staggering young emperor into the altar.

After seven days and seven nights, the fire finally went out. It was already burned through. The entire altar was like a huge oven, with the smell of burnt meat everywhere. The people inside should have been ripe, but the burnt corpses were standing one by one!

They chatted and laughed like nothing, just like Sheng Lingyuan’s memory, the mountaintop square after the evening.

Intact Alojin looked at him in an unknown way at the entrance of the altar at the end of the cave, as if he was laughing or mocking. When he tilted his head, his head fell to the ground.

Aluojin sighed and waved to his head. The young man's big head that was undistinguishable, rolled back, picked it up by him, and placed it on his neck without any flexibility. Only half of the wooden mask was left on his face, half of the face exposed to the high temperature was snow-white, and half of the face protected by the mask was charred and hard to tell the flesh.

Alojin pulled the mask back to the terrible burn, opened his mouth, and the sound echoed in the cave, and he shouted, "Lingyuan."

The young human emperor went crazy and threw away his followers. He was about to follow him, but suddenly he was stopped by a voice.

"Stop!" said the visitor, "Do you want to be the same as the people inside?"

It was Dan Li's voice. Xuan Ji suddenly turned his head and saw a man walking out, wrapped in a robe and masked on his face.
Chapter completed!