In addition to the temple, Ye Xiu led the entire clan to kneel quietly in front of the statue of the god in place.
Blood, blood is gathering. There is a huge golden magic circle on the ground, and there is a person sitting at the point where each line intersects.
Everyone cut a drop of blood from their bodies and fell into a weird and incomplete bronze bowl. The whole process went on in an orderly manner, and no one looked panicked.
Finally, he held the bowl with both hands, raised it high above his head, and bowed to the unmoving statue of the god.
Everyone was looking forward to what would happen. Their eyes were gathered on the bronze bowl in Yexiu's hand. However, he was obviously very steady, but the bowl suddenly fell to the ground, and blood seeped into the ground and spread out into a strange shape.
Everyone had a look of extreme panic on their faces, and some even started to cry.
Ye Xiu stood up tremblingly, looked back at the crowd of people crawling on the ground and kneeling.
There was a violent movement rumbling underground, and the volcanic ash had begun to spread into people's breath.
"It is God's will to bury this place together." He Xiuxiao announced to everyone.
"What does it mean to be buried here together?" Everyone was silent in the result, but Jing Che was unwilling to ask Ye Xiu, "God wants you to keep the tomb for her alive, and you want to be buried with her if you die?"
"Don't be rude to God." Ye Xiu's eyebrows were a little tired, and his tone was still sharp.
Jing Che sneered at the corner of his mouth: "What kind of god is this? He is so selfish when he is out of trouble."
She walked straight past and walked towards the empty temple. The statue of the god swayed in the vibration of the entire mountain, and her empty eyes remained unchanged, as if it was compassionate, but it seemed just cold and ruthless.
Jing Che knelt straight towards the statue of God. Her beautiful voice was slim in the earth-shaking sound, but every word hit the hearts of the people: "God, your tribe protects you for thousands of years, and they have no credit and hard work. Now that the disaster of extermination is in full swing, why are you so selfish and unwilling to open the passage to give them a way out!"
"Since you want them to be buried here, I don't need to continue worshiping you!"
With a "boom" sound, accompanied by the tremor from the ground, Jing Che raised a small bronze incense burner and Ye Xiu flew over to stop her. The incense burner drew an arc in the air, and half of the face of the statue was destroyed.
"You--" Ye Xiu said the following words, but he saw a strange and magnificent scene.
The crowd was silent.
The blood scattered on the ground wrapped in a stretched blood line and winded towards the highest point of the sky. The crowd began to boil, and some people cried with joy. Even the face of Shu Xiu, who had always been as cold as an iceberg, showed a hint of joy.
"God has been merciful!"
Everyone was heading towards the temple. The woman in front of the statue stood up and faced the wind. Behind her was the broken statue of the god, with the broken paint falling down.
As the blood rose, the mountain swayed even more violently, making a creaking sound. From the center of the dense holes on the mountain, countless steps extended across the mountain, leading to the sky above thousands of feet.
"Go away!"
The crowd suddenly exploded, stood up and climbed up the steps.
At the end of the crowd, Jingche saw a person. He looked anxious and pushed the crowd away and walked towards her, his whole body covered in dust.
She opened her mouth, not knowing what to call.
He naturally hugged her shoulders, as if she had been in her previous protective posture, and she was obviously relieved when she heard him: "When I came out, the magma in the river had already started to surge, and I almost thought--"
He didn't say half of the words behind him. Jing Che felt a little sour in the corners of his eyes, but followed the crowd without saying a word.
Mixed in the crowded crowd and kept walking, she finally asked, "How did you know I'm back?"
"It's Gu Zhan," he paused, "half of his inner elixir was shattered, and the divine power he had robbed with hard was taken away by Yuan Ji, and the stone in the Mirror Realm also returned to the original owner."
Baili Fengjian smiled and said, "All this is reversed too quickly, like a dream."
Jing Che also pursed his lips and smiled very subtly: "He didn't expect me to run back with a desperate situation-he always looked down on human nature."
"Then why did you come back--because you are also practicing?"
Jing Che had left her and walked forward. Baili Fengjian shook his head, and slowly watched the grown-up girl from behind for a distance. Now he knew that he would leave him alone and move forward.
When she climbed into the air along the wooden steps extending from the mountain, Jing Che looked back and looked down. The explosives under the ground had exploded, and the heat waves swept into the air. She saw the thousand-year-old ghost village through the ashes in the sky, and was instantly flooded by the fiery red and hot slurry.
The heat seemed to make her feel that her hands were burned. When she climbed, her hands and feet were extremely empty. At this moment, she suddenly retracted her hand because of an illusory sting. She didn't step on it for a while and she fell straight down!
The scorching heat seemed to have burned behind him. Jing Che saw the crowd climbing upwards getting farther and farther in the sound of the wind and the fog. The speed of this fall was like flying, leading to death.
She didn't even have time to think about whether she would die in this flying, her tendency to fall was quickly stopped, and her hands grabbed her strongly.
The smog was dense, and Jing Che took a lot of effort to see the person's face clearly - it was Baili Fengjian. There was also the person's posture - he hung upside down on the first-level wooden steps, using his feet as support, holding her hands with both hands, and swaying them. If one is careless, both of them may fall into the sea of fire at the same time.
"Hold me." Baili Fengma's voice was as low and steady as ever, but this was just for her to show. She could feel their tight hands trembling.
"Try to step on a board." He guided her calmly.
Jing Che held his hand and did not dare to let go. He bit his lips and swung hard. However, he passed by the wooden board and finally wiped the wooden board. The person was hung empty in the air. Baili Fengjian's body was pulled down by her inertia and almost sank. The hanging wooden steps made a terrifying sound.
"I can't hold on," her voice actually cried in a hint of tears, "You can let go."
"Hold on." He emphasized again, his eyebrows and eyes were persistent and determined. He held Jing Che tightly with the arm strength of one hand, and climbed the next wooden steps with the free hand. After grabbing, he slowly retracted his feet, and his upside down body arched into an arc and straightened them. After standing firmly, he lifted Jing Che up and hugged him into his arms.
Her face was buried in his chest and refused to leave. She cried silently, as if in Yan'er Island Forest, he saw her fragility, but the wetness of his chest and clothes betrayed her.
Between the world, she and he stood on a hanging wooden staircase after the disaster, not caring about the past love, hate and affection in the past. The master and apprentice hugged each other tightly, and he comforted her back: "Ache is fine, I'll take you out."
By the time the master and apprentice walked out of the front line, it was already dusk outside, and the Ghost Village gathered here to wait for them for a long time.
The world outside the sky suddenly became clear. This was a cliff that was so high that it was a sea of storms beneath the cliff. Above the cliff was the sunset and sunset that seemed to be within reach, spreading a magnificent color in the sky.
At first, the crowd seemed to be clamoring to discuss something, but when they saw the two of them suddenly stop, Ye Xiu walked through the crowd and knelt down without saying a word.
Jing Che was so shocked that he took a step back and was about to help Ye Xiu up, but found that everyone behind him knelt down at her with her. She was speechless by the posture.
He also practiced Taoism: "If it weren't for Miss Jingche, our tribe members would probably have to be buried under the slurry today."
The crowd behind him said in unison: "The girl is the savior of my tribe. Please accept our three bows."
Jing Che quickly waved his hand, but at this time he looked like a helpless girl, dragging Yexiu to pull her up.
Ye Xiu stood up and continued, "Since I have come out of the ghost village, I must lead my tribe members to survive in this continent. Miss Jingche saves my tribe and is our reborn parents. Please give my tribe a surname."
Jingche was even more panicked--she was used to accepting the insults behind people or the fearful eyes of her in front of her, and no one had ever respected her so much.
"Yixu, we are friends and are considered to be of the same generation. Now that I want me to give my surname, I really cannot take responsibility for this kind of thing."
"You can afford it." Ye Xiu's eyes were burning.
Jing Che was a little helpless - she had never even faced a powerful enemy like this, but now she faced the respect of others. She really felt that she was respected for too long, but she didn't feel good, but instead felt ashamed - she, a killer who never saw the light of day, wanted to give a surname to a nation.
She looked up at Baili Fengjian. He was probably nodding slightly, and then looked elsewhere.
Jing Che gritted his teeth, smiled, and said, "My original surname is Su, but I changed it because of taboos. Then I give this surname to your tribe members. I hope you can live and work in the Eight Desert Continents in the next thousand years."
Ye Xiu's eyes were filled with a grand atmosphere and coldness as far as the distant mountains: "I, Lincang tribe, will surely rise on this continent and repay the devastating disaster we encountered today."
"Lincang?" Jing Che shouted in surprise.
"For the first time in a thousand years, I came to this vast ocean. So after discussing with the tribe, I named it the Lincang clan."
Lincang, a nation that was incompatible with their Zhenyi tribe after a thousand years and fought to the death, was established a thousand years ago under the witness of her and Baili Fengjian. If Jing Che could know at this moment that the beginning of the struggle between the Zhenyi tribe and the Lincang tribe over a thousand years was what Ye Xiu said at this moment, "repaying the devastating disaster we encountered today", then she would definitely tell Ye Xiu that it was him who misunderstood, not that the Yuan and the explosion of the volcano caused the magma to flow backwards, all of this was done by the demon king.
But at this moment, she was still immersed in the wonder of her surname and forgot about other things - the surname she was forced to change because she had violated the same surname as Emperor Lincang, which turned out to be the source of the Su surname of Lincang clan.