Bei Chenjue sent ten formations in a row at that moment, and after seven consecutively broken, the following three finally bought him some time.
"Is this a 7-Rank formation? It still has the aura of Weixi's time, worthy of being my son." Yeli smiled and said, "Even if it's me, you can't help it within these ten breaths."
"Why do you want to do this? You want to imprison me here?" Bei Chenyu said angrily.
Yeli shook her head: "I'm sorry, this is the only way for my mother to protect you, maybe a little wronged, but this is the only way at present, I have a life span of ten years at most, and then I will disappear in a breath. In the human world, you are the only thing I want to protect. Once I die, you will be infinitely threatened. I'm sorry, I'm sorry... But trust my mother, I won't harm you..."
"No—" Yeli's eyes suddenly burst into blue light, long silver-white hair soaring into the sky, a robe flying almost torn apart, and her huge aura crushed three crumbling arrays into fragments in an instant. , Bei Chenjue couldn't control it anymore, and could no longer take out the extra formation, this time she finally couldn't restrain herself and fell into the dark whirlpool.
"Child," Yeli suddenly squatted down and said to the dark whirlpool that was slowly shrinking, "Mother loves you, will you understand me?"
However, Bei Chenjue didn't answer, maybe he couldn't answer.
Yeli suddenly began to sob, and there were light blue teardrops rolling down her eyes from her cheeks, and they disappeared before they fell to the ground. She lightly watched silently from the side. She has followed Yelly for 40 years. This is the second time she has seen the saint so hysterical. She doesn't know how to comfort Yelly, but she just stood by and watched quietly. , Cast a worried look.
After a long, long time, Yeli squatting on the ground stopped crying. She stood up slowly and became the majestic and solemn saint again.
She looked lightly and said, "Am I doing the right thing?"
Lightly shook her head, she said she didn't know.
Yeli said softly, "I don’t know. But I know that if I don’t do this, he will die immediately, the high priest will kill him, and he will become a living sacrifice. He is my only child. I can’t watch. He died like this..."
After thinking about it, he lightly made a few gestures to the effect: Where is that girl? What should she do
Yeli said: "She is very smart. I feel Vichy's breath from her, but I can't keep two people at the same time. I can only give up her temporarily. If my ability is restored during this sacrifice, then she won't Something will happen."
What power are you now? Make gestures lightly.
"Rank six." Yeli looked indifferent. "It's not the opponent of the high priest. He still has clansmen to follow. I only have you. He wanted to steal the power of the saint a long time ago. It's just a rubbish."
"If all goes well, I may be able to regain the power of a demigod with the help of the sacrificial offering. At that time, all those who have used me as opponents and threatened my children will be killed by me."
Yeli drew the Yuli prayer symbol on her chest: "This is the price they paid."
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Gong Lingye visited the altar under the leadership of a Yuli tribe.
This altar of the Youli tribe is very different from the altar that Gong Lingye had seen in the Secret of Dawn. It was actually a ground altar, that is, an altar painted directly on the ground.
This kind of altar is very strict in the choice of location. It needs to have an inherently powerful topography. It is very rare. This ground altar of the Youli nationality has a history of hundreds of years and was personally painted by a certain generation of high priests.
Speaking of it, the lifespan of each generation of the high priest of the Yuli tribe is very short, and the high priest of this generation is considered to be long, and has lived for more than fifty years.
Gong Lingye squatted on the periphery and widened his eyes to look at the ground altar as much as possible.
At this moment, a whole circle of sacrifices was placed on the side of the ground altar, and candles gleamed like stars around the sacrifices. Thirteen Yuli people dressed in strange costumes and thorny hats danced around the altar.
The sacrifice of the Youli tribe is about to begin.
All the Yuli people who were kneeling on the ground enthusiastically looked towards the direction of the altar, and sang sacrificial songs in the language of the Yuli tribe. The muddy altar slowly glowed under the louder singing, and the light rose slowly. It grew bigger and bigger, until the entire altar was suddenly lit, and the swelling light directly swallowed the sacrifices and firelight around the circle. The Yuli people who sang circle after circle became more excited, and their singing almost broke through the sky.
Is this the beginning of the sacrifice... Gong Lingye's eyes are faint.
She has been wondering what the purpose of the Uli people's sacrifice is to be an annual power carnival? Or something else? What makes the Yuli people so excited
She felt that if she understood the sacrifice of the Youli tribe... No, only need to know the purpose of the sacrifice this time, and then she would be able to understand the true thoughts of the Yuli tribe. The true purpose of the sacrifice might be the source of her anxiety.
As the singing of the Yuli people reached its peak, the light of the altar also reached its brightest white. Almost the entire sacrificial venue was illuminated by this strong light.
Gong Lingye couldn't help backing back again and again. She really couldn't figure out how these Yuli people could endure such a strong light. If you don't use vitality eye protection, such a strong light will definitely sting your eyes.
Amidst the singing and sunshine, an old woman who looked old and dying suddenly appeared next to the altar. She wore a thorny high hat that was one-third of her height. She held a long wooden crutch in her right hand. A broken dark green gourd hung from the top.
She raised her wooden staff and shouted to the sky. Gong Lingye couldn't understand the language of the Yuli nationality, but she could clearly realize that it was the language of the inspiring ethnic group, because after the old woman shouted, she was originally All the excited Yuli people seemed to be beaten with blood.
The old woman’s old face was mixed with a trace of satisfaction, and the hanging broken green gourd suddenly flew out of blue brilliance, bit by bit, instantly filled the entire sacrificial venue, and the white light of the sacrificial altar suddenly played. The windy sand, the violent sand flying around the white light bit by bit combined with the blue light flying out of the gourd, slowly, slowly, the wind sand combined with the blue light completely filled the entire site.
Gong Lingye knew very well that what flew out of the gourd was the spirit of all things, a treasure that only the saint could make. This magical thing combined with the white light in the sacrifice, slowly descended from the sky and blended into it. In the body of every member of the Yuli tribe, the old woman also received the blue light. She was amazingly young between two breaths, more than ten years younger!
After the young woman finished accepting power, the first thing she did was to point to Gong Lingye and say, "Grab this woman!"