Suddenly, Ji Liyou's body was seen standing on the water. Although his face looked like a normal person, he still didn't open his eyes.
In an instant, a huge thunder exploded in the sky. Although Wei Lang was well-informed, he still couldn't help but tremble when he heard the earth-shattering sound.
Wei Lang could see clearly that the vine tied on Ji Liyou's wrist was a cypress vine.
There are many customs in the Seven Kingdoms. When a loved one dies, they will burn cypress branches and leaves into ashes and sprinkle them at the feet of the corpse. I heard the master said that in ancient times, there were ferocious beasts and monsters who liked to eat corpses. They were afraid of cypress ashes and lost them on Weiyuan Mountain. Cold cypresses only exist, which are rare among the tribes. Therefore, the people who lost Wei rarely used cypress trees, but replaced them with cypress vines that had grown around the old cypress trees that had grown for hundreds of years.
After the huge thunder, there was still a faint streak of skylight. The broken clouds came out with the wind, and the wind swept over. The light shone on the sea, dazzling like gold everywhere, and even Ji Liyou's face turned the color of gold foil.
The high priest hurriedly held the long sword in his hand, waved it in the wind, and recited the incantation.
The remaining shamans put their feet on the ground and floated in the air.
At first they just hummed in low voices. After a while, Haizi was filled with a terrifying sound from all directions, as if evil spirits were about to escape through the gates of hell.
Suddenly, a green light appeared on Haizi and soared into the sky.
Interacting with the sky light and meeting the two lights, Wei Lang rubbed his eyes. This was the first time he saw Anye. It turned out that the legendary door of life and death was such a door. Rather than being a door, Wei Lang felt that Like an arch bridge, an arch bridge in the center of Haizi.
Wei Lang was suspicious that the master would not let things develop so smoothly. How could she be willing to help Ji Liyou come back to life if she hated the storyteller so much.
And secretly followed the crowd to see what the high priest and shaman would do next, and then they would know.
The sky and the earth seemed to be dark, except for this beam of skylight. Only this beam of skylight was the light on the grassland.
Thousands of households in the tribe all looked at the black sky outside their tents and said it was going to rain, a heavy rain.
In an instant, what came out from behind the door was not more light, but endless darkness. Wei Lang watched helplessly as snake-shaped wandering spirits scattered in all directions. Some wandered out of the door, and some fought. Life has to break in.
There were waves in Haizi. Gradually, the waves became more violent and broke the small bamboo raft. Ji Li was floating on the water, his clothes were soaked by the water, and drops of water dripped from his black hair beside his ears.
"Angdui!" The high priest sent the sword in his hand to Anye behind Ji Liyou.
The soul returns!
She spoke the oldest Wu language.
However, Ji Liyou didn't react at all.
The storyteller stared blankly at the unresponsive corpse on Haizi, secretly lost in thought. Wei Lang thought, maybe he was questioning whether it was the corpse he wanted, and whether he should risk it for him.
The high priest stopped his hand, "Sure enough, he can't hear my voice and can't sense my call."
The storyteller, dressed in ink, turned around and said, "Did you really put his soul near Anye?"
"Of course, I just wanted to use it to threaten you, so as to increase the confidence of negotiations. Since I have achieved my goal, why should I use tricks with you? I am not like you, who likes to tease people with life and death." The high priest threw the sword back. give him.
Wei Lang noticed that the master had always been holding Zi Qing Yanyu.
He suddenly thought that if the master used Zi Qing Yanyu, who could kill gods, to fight against him, he would have a better chance of winning.
The storyteller could not help but know that lending Zi Qing Yanyu to her was a risky move, but he still gave her the sword.
"How much longer?" The storyteller said expressionlessly.
Wei Lang felt that he didn't care at all whether Ji Liyou could come back. He seemed to be participating in a game. He didn't care at all about the outcome of the game, as long as he didn't find it boring.
During these times together, he felt this.
The only thing he seems to care about is himself.
More likely, he doesn't even care about himself.
The corners of the high priest's lips curled up, "Isn't this coming?"
Wei Lang looked at it in surprise. Something bad was going on. Above An Ye, a gleaming golden thunder suddenly struck down.
Before Wei Lang could shout out, a black figure rushed towards Ji Liyou faster than the disaster falling from the sky, blocking the thunder disaster behind like a shield.
He pressed Ji Liyou's forehead and withstood the first thunder.
Then another bolt of lightning struck, but the storyteller refused to move away. He protected Ji Liyou in front of Anye, as if he was sure in his heart that doing so would save him.
Wei Lang panicked and ran to the high priest, "What did you say to him that he was so desperate?"
"It's nothing. It's just that the sky thunder falls into the bank, and the bank will be closed. But if the deceased is more than two fingers away from the bank, the resurrection spell will lose its effect. You said, after weighing it, which one will he choose? One?" asked the high priest.
Wei Lang no longer wanted to laugh at him. He had seen all the excitement and jokes in the world. This time, it was his turn, but no matter what, he was not as happy as he imagined. He once thought that such an arrogant and arrogant person, He had to crush his self-esteem to the ground before he could get out of his anger. He also wanted Ji Liyou to know that he was just a fallen immortal with little ability, just a paper tiger.
Looking down, he saw the bottomless sea, and looking up, he saw streaks of biting skylight. Wei Lang turned his back, not daring to look at the miserable condition of this immortal. Regardless of whether he could save Ji Liyou or not, he couldn't bear to look at it anymore.
Wei Lang knew that at this point, it was beyond his ability to help.
Yes, how could he doubt that he would not save him? Even if he exhausted his cultivation, he would save him.
In his daze, Ji Liyou heard a vague sigh deep in the long misty narrow road. The man said, "If you can save him, save him. If you can't save him, you won't be lonely if I sacrifice you."
Ji Liyou raised his head, with heat surging in his eyes, and smiled in the mist, "Who wants you to sacrifice for me... Haha..."
He smiled but held his palm tightly and said to Miwu, "Let me go! No matter who you are, the King of Heaven and the Jade Emperor, you can't trap me!"
He closed his eyes and continued to move forward again, tirelessly trying to pass through the fog, through the vastness, through the world, just to get to him.
The mist finally spoke.
"You want to go back to him?"
Ji Liyou said angrily, "Who are you and why are you trapping me?!"
"I'm not trapping you, I'm saving you."
"fart."
"You are me, I am you, how could I lie to you?"
"Nonsense, I'm Ji Liyou, where did you come from?"
"You have forgotten, what kind of evil spirit he is, and the revenge you and I should seek from him."
The fog dissipated, and behind the fog was a woman in purple clothes.
With her sad eyes open, she stood behind the fog and looked straight at Ji Liyou without saying a word.
"Princess Mingkang?"
Ji Liyou asked and answered himself, "Is it you?"
"I should have guessed it was you."
"You didn't want to save me, you wanted him to never find me."
Princess Mingkang smiled bitterly, and the mist rose again.
"You think you can stop me with this little trick of yours? He's waiting for me to go back. You can't trap me."
(End of chapter)