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Chapter 921 : Watching blockbuster movies 5

He was anxious about the whereabouts of Long Fuyue, but since Long Fuyue disappeared mysteriously, it must be related to this ancient history.

If we don't understand this history, I'm afraid it won't be easy to find them.

So although he was very anxious, he could only endure it and read on.

The picture on the mirror stone has changed again, and the background behind him is still the main hall.

But this is the scene inside the main hall.[

The white marble statue has been built. It looks like the high priest Xuanyuan, but it has no face.

At the foot of the stone statue, there were dozens of ordinary men sitting there. These men were sitting there in a strange posture, with faces full of fear, as if they could not move at all.

There was a flash of struggle in the dark eyes of the Xuanyuan High Priest, but he finally said: "For the fate of the Nuwa clan, I have no choice but to aggrieve you. I will save it for you."

The faces of those people were filled with horror.

It seems that he doesn't understand why the always kind high priest would say such things.

Xuanyuan High Priest did not explain anymore.

He stretched out his hand, and a knife engraved with complicated patterns appeared in his palm.

He fell to the ground, clasped his hands together, and murmured something.

The small knife in his hand turned into countless sharp blades, and the sound of "puff, puff, puff" could be heard endlessly.

The men's chests burst with blood spurts, and those men couldn't make a sound and just fell down.

However, the blood that burst out from their chests did not disperse.

It gathered into a stream of blood in the air, condensed into a large paintbrush, and danced on the jade statue.

The blood-condensed paintbrush was like a sharp carving knife, and amid the flying stone chips, the face of the jade statue finally appeared.

Lifelike, every detail is present.

The appearance is no different from that of the Xuanyuan High Priest, but his eyes are closed.

It’s like the finishing touch has not been finished...

Xuanyuan High Priest's face was pale, and it was obvious that he had used a lot of magic power.

It wasn't until the bloody pen finally drew the last stroke that he breathed a sigh of relief.

He stared blankly at the eighty-one corpses on the ground and smiled miserably.[


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