MTL - Lie Huo Jiao Chou-Chapter 31

Xuan Yuan had heard the shouting and killing from outside the cave, and gravel was shaken straight down on the rock wall.

Sheng Lingyuan pressed firmly on his temple: "If it were you, what would you do?"

He didn't open his eyes when he talked, as if he was asking Xuanyuan, as if he was asking someone who would not show up in the void but kept watching them.

Xuan Yuan looked towards the cave entrance. In Sheng Lingyuan's memory, the cave was not the later Witch's Tomb, nor was it buried underground.

A faint light reflected from the hole, half-bright and half-dark on his face, revealing clear and smooth skeletal traces under the flesh, creating a stone-like texture that looked like flesh and blood.

"Not much." Xuan Yuan shrugged and said indifferently, "Your Majesty, I am not the same as you. You have received the elite education of the feudal emperor. As for me, I studied at a public elementary school from an early age and grew up at 'Utilitarian University'. The biggest goal at this stage is to buy a house and a car, and strive to be a self-interested person with five stresses. If you can still respect the old and love the young, it is basically a quality model. Why should I start from kindergarten because of an inexplicable prediction? Hitting and bearing such a big responsibility? Why is my dad a patriarch and I have to take his class at the age of graduating from junior high school? Reasonably, this dad was not my voluntary designation. "

The ancient and modern values ​​collided a bit, and Sheng Lingyuan was stunned by his "religious" individualism for a moment, and then slowly asked, "Oh, is it true, what are you doing in these things now?"

Waiting for Xuan Yuan to answer, footsteps suddenly heard from the hole. He heard someone yelling in a savage witch's language.

Sheng Lingyuan's head was even more painful, and he groaned. He pressed his forehead against the cold rock wall.

Xuan Yuan: "What did he say?"

Sheng Lingyuan replied with an obscure answer: "The altar ... has been opened, and the old people and children will go first."

"altar?"

"It is the forbidden area of ​​the witch tribe," Sheng Lingyuan's voice will be annihilated by the noisy human voices and footsteps. "Things that previous patriarchs and great saints felt dangerous, there were no spells to solve the curse, ancient mysteries ... all here Sealed, the altar has a much more complex seal than the Dongchuan barrier. Among them is worshiped by their mountain god, who feel that the mountain **** is like a mother who can properly keep people's evil thoughts and tolerate everything for their people. "

There was another shouting shout from the hole. This time, without translation, Xuan Yuan could guess that the man was urging the tribe to escape to the altar quickly. Then, his shouting stopped in the scream and **** rushed in. The roar of the beast seemed to be close at hand, and the women and children in Taohuayuan panicked.

A witch child fell at Xuan's feet, and he reached out his hands subconsciously, and passed his hands over the child's shoulders, only to realize that he was just a bystander thousands of years later.

Xuan Yuan looked up: "Dongchuan was besieged and the barrier was broken again. The witches couldn't stand it, so they wanted to withdraw to a place to hide? Wait ..."

"Wait for me," Sheng Lingyuan whispered.

Because every time when A Luojin clashes with others, no matter how angry Sheng Lingyuan is, he will still not bear to care about him and help him get things done.

Over time, he took it for granted.

As long as it passes, Lingyuan will come.

As long as Lingyuan is here, the anti-purpose tribe will withdraw, and he will be able to free his hands and cook the beasts of the demons who are robbed in the fire.

Lingyuan, like the mountain **** of the altar, is his belief.

"Wait for me to save him."

Alozin took the warrior warrior to fight for the time for the tribe to escape into the altar. The peaceful Dongchuan was ignited by the flames of fire, the tongues of fire were passing through the mountains, the rolling wooden houses, the woods, the singing square and the vast and far Starry sky ... engulfed by the fire together.

"Patriarch, be careful!"

After hearing the sound of Aluojin, he rolled down from the horse without looking back. A python chased after him. He opened a mouthful of blood that was half the size of a cave. Jin's horse snapped from the waist and belly, and the horse's internal organs flowed to the ground, but the two front feet were still rushing forward.

Arozin bit his forefinger, drew a weird symbol in mid-air, and hurriedly pushed forward. The **** mantra slammed into the head of the serpent, and the serpent and Arozin bounced off at the same time.

The big snake leaned back and smashed a thick tree that was embracing together. Alozin flew across the entrance of the cave. The witch waiting there immediately urged the institution, and the cave sank with a roar.

"Quick! Quick! Close the gate!"

Xuan Ye only knew that the original "Witch's Tomb" was not buried in the ground because of crustal movement. This is a mechanism that can be sealed from the inside!

The serpent hit the rock unwillingly, and the sound of the wall slamming was terrifying. Several witches swarmed up and lifted up the free-spirited Arozin: "Cpatriarch, you shouldn't stay here for a long time!"

Alozin: "Clan ..."

"More than 40,000 people are here," said one of his guards, bending over and carrying him back, and ran inside.

One after another, the stone gates fell behind them, the shouting and killing outside could not be heard, and the witch clan for the rest of the life looked at each other.

The core of the altar, that is, the cave of Aluojin Chen's coffin, should not be trespassed. The clan people rested in the cave in the outer circle, weeping or comforting each other.

Alozin took a sigh of relief and came to the cave entrance alone. The cave entrance was sealed by small white flowers that would "bleed". Only a gap of flower vines could see a little sparkling water.

Arozin's knees softened and he knelt down suddenly.

He was at a loss, and regretted it, vaguely felt that he had done something wrong, and did not know how to get there.

His father was killed and the Great Saint was old, and he followed him the following year, leaving no words to guide him, because he had abandoned the ancestor's legacy and embarked on a thorny path.

"That's the flower of life and death," Sheng Lingyuan said. "The water pond symbolizes mother. The witch people think they were born here, and they will return here after death to be protected and rested."

"It doesn't seem to work." Xuanyuan thought of the dozen of coffins that could not be nailed, and he lowered his tongue. He reached the entrance of the hole and looked in from the gap between the flowers and vines for a moment. Are there many curses? Can they be used? "

"When he had no way out, he didn't dare, it was blasphemy." Sheng Lingyuan said, "Moreover, the more mysterious killing power, the greater the cost. The old patriarch went too hastily, the witch's curse, Alozen knows a lot of things, and he is also afraid of making things happen. "

He's done too much by himself.

"That's right," Xuanyuan looked up and looked around. "But I don't think it's a problem to hide in this place for a day or two-have you been delayed along the way? Didn't you arrive?"

"No ... I didn't delay," Sheng Lingyuan was silent for a long time. "I came just right."

The Dongchuan warriors, who were besieged for three days and three nights, were exhausted. After a brief rest, apart from a few night watchmen, the others were injured, lying sideways, unconscious, and even Alozin slept beside the altar to sleep. It's written.

The mountain **** was on the side, and the light of life and death flowers shone on him. He probably felt safe and slept like a baby.

Xuan Yuan's eyes watched as the night watchmen became more and more drowsy, and then he smelled a little sweet fragrance, very light. When he passed the tip of his nose, it seemed like a spring breeze leaked from the garden a hundred meters away.

Xuan Ye pinched his nose and asked in shock: "No, wait. Will there be a 'Leadership Party' in the Witch tribe?"

When his voice faded, he saw a few vigils shaking for a while, and all fell down. Subsequently, an Aluo subsidized guard opened his sleepless eyes, slowly stood up, and Xuan Yuan met his deadly eyes, and responded sternly: "Wait a minute, he is not a traitor-previously said the old patriarch It was killed by a messenger in disguise, then this ... "

"So too." Sheng Lingyuan said "um", "Dan Li, such a thoughtful person, how can I let something out of my control?

"Hupipi" walked silently to Alozin, looked down at the ignorant young patriarch, and there was another soul behind the inorganic eyes.

Then he bent down at Alozin.

Xuan Yuan: "..."

If this is a horror movie, he should turn on "eye-pointing" mode.

But unexpectedly, the man's hide was just pulling up a cloak, covering it gently on Arozin's body, and blowing away the dirty braid he had pinched on his face, acting like a gentle father.

Arozin felt the warmth, got tired in the cloak, and muttered something in Witch language in his mouth.

The man hides on his leg carefully and walks towards the altar. He found a fire fold in his arms, and his finger lightly bounced on it, and the fire stunned, but the fire looked strange, not an ordinary flame color, almost red, like a sunset that was about to land, It is clearly warm, but cool.

The flower vines sealing the altar seemed to meet natural enemies. As soon as the fire was approaching, they quickly retreated, and an entrance for one person quickly appeared. The whole appearance of the entire altar is revealed-the pond is quiet, and the stone platform has sealed large and small crocks and writing leaves.

At this time, Arozin may have felt the light, and opened his sleepy eyes confusedly. He froze for a moment, and looked at his brother who was always with him in shock: "What are you doing?"

Renpi looked back at him, smiled, bent over, and threw the fire into the pool of water. The fire was not only afraid of the water, but also lit the pool like gasoline!

Alozin jumped up, but before he caught the arsonist, the person's skin dried up quickly, next to the bone, and inside was a wood-carved puppet doll.

Alozin froze.

All of a sudden, his family book, the old patriarch killed by human beings, and the intimate guard who unknowingly adjusted the bag ... everything seemed to be connected into a line, faintly pointing to a truth.

Arozin yelled and rushed into the altar.

But it was too late.

Those who betrayed the ancestral teachings were no longer protected by the mountain god. The gods will die with the clay sculptures, or what people believe is a delirium.

The lie finally floated and the water was burning.

The earthen jars that were sealed on the altar were cracked one by one, and the evil spirits released by the floating black images were rampant in the altar. Alozin had no choice but to block the opening with his own body in anxiety. The clan shouted, "Hurry up! Leave the altar! Go!"

Those forbidden spells spurred by the vicious flame smelled of flesh and flew greedily at him, and Arozin's voice suddenly changed the tone-his body was torn by a forbidden spell, and then by the next forbidden spell. Fighting, life and death flowers turned white and red again, and blood shed him all over him. He was torn back and forth by different poison spells, but for a moment, he was no longer human.

After the initial shock of the witches, they cried out and ran away, the closed mountain gates opened one by one, and the altar floated to the ground again, but soon, those who rushed to the front screamed and retreated-the hole was on fire!

It was a powerful demon fire that burned into pure white. The first warrior warrior clenched his teeth and tried to rush out of the fire. But when he encountered the fire, it immediately became gray. The tongue of fire quickly rolled back into the cave, and when it was seen, it burned, and even the mouth of the stone seemed to be integrated into it.

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

At this time, Alozin blocked at the entrance of the altar had gone back and forth between "fractured" and "re-stitched together", and the torture was not over yet, blood flowing down his feet and condensing on the ground In a small pit, then, a large sesame butterfly larva floated on the blood. It grew quickly and spread its wings—unlike the mirror flower water moon butterfly, this blood-stained butterfly flew up after leaving the human body. The wings glowed with red light like the evil fire on the altar.

Fly towards the crowd!

"Don't you want to know, what are these different human face butterflies?" Xuan Yuan felt Sheng Lingyuan's voice sounded far away, "Hey, it's a kind of evil curse that can't be burned."

Xuan Yuan's eyes shone so loudly that he almost burst into tears, only to find himself outside the cave. The entire Dongchuan was surrounded by the pale demon fire. Someone shouted something, and rushed in.

Xuan Yuan looked back and saw a large group of people holding down Sheng Lingyuan when he was young.

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

"This fire burned for seven days and seven nights," Xuan Yuan heard Sheng Lingyuan beside him, "no one can put out, do you know why?"

There was a sudden coolness on Xuan's back.

Before he could answer, the scene collapsed again, and the two of them were forced into the altar with the uncle's young boy.

It has been burned through, like a huge oven with a scorched meat everywhere, and the people inside should have been cooked, but the people who have been burnt to the ground are standing one by one!

It ’s okay to talk and laugh like nothing, like Sheng Lingyuan remembers the hilltop square in the evening.

At the door of the altar at the end of the cave, the intact Alozin looked at him through the crowd, as if laughing, but also mockingly. When he tilted his head, he fell to the ground.

Alozin sighed and beckoned to his own head. The teenager's indeterminate head rolled back and was picked up and held in his arms.

With his head open, his voice echoed in the cave and called: "Lingyuan."

The young man was mad, shook off his followers, was about to keep up, and was suddenly stopped by a voice.

"Stop!" The comer said, "Do you want to be like the people inside?"

It was Dan Li's voice, and Xuanxi turned his head, and saw a man coming out, wrapped in a robe with a mask on his face.

For a moment, Xuan Ling's mind was strung with cause and effect. 2k novel reading network