, the fastest update: Master Xiashan: I am not a son-in-law!
People looked up at the wizard in the clouds, as if they had seen a god, with reverence on their faces.
The wizard descended slowly and landed on the top of the towering pillar.
Below him, the woman was tied to a pillar, the flames climbing up like poisonous snakes.
The wizard danced and recited incantations that mortals could not understand.
The agate, turquoise, animal bones and silverware on his body made jingling sounds in the wind, which could be heard far and wide.
The fire pillar was in flames, and the woman on the pillar was completely wrapped in the flames.
But the woman's body was covered with a faint layer of black light, which seemed to be able to isolate the flames. Although her pain could be seen, her body and appearance were not burned by the fire.
The wizard on the pillar said in a sacred and majestic voice: "Look, this is the devil, the enemy of the ebony concubine, the devil who has turned our fertile fields and gardens into deserts!"
There was anger in people's eyes and they shouted: "Burn her to death!"
"Burn her to death!"
"Burn her to death!"
…
The chanting sounds of the wizards at the edge of the altar became louder, and the wind in the wilderness became crazy, howling one after another.
The four-sided animal flags were pulled straight by the wind and clattered.
The symbols on the flag seemed to come alive, emitting light and struggling to escape from the flag, like a swarm of glowing moths, rushing toward the woman on the pillar wrapped in flames.
The talisman formed a line in the air, connecting the flag and the woman. The four flags and four lines connected the woman, like four luminous iron ropes.
The wizard on top of the pillar waved his hand, and strong men wearing animal skins lined up at the altar below, each holding an ancient bow in their hands.
They bent their bows and nocked arrows, aiming at the woman on the pillar.
"Shoot her!"
"Shoot her!"
People shouted again, and the shouts shook the heaven and earth.
The wizard at the top of the pillar raised his hand and waved it down violently.
The archers fired their arrows in unison, the strings sounded neatly, and the arrows were like rain, shooting into the flames and hitting the woman.
Blood flowed from her body, swallowed by the glowing spells that penetrated the flames
The four slender curse lines connected to the flags, composed of talismans, turned red little by little, and blood flowed along them, towards the four flags.
People saw the woman with her mouth open, as if screaming, but her voice was covered by the omnipresent spell.
"Broken pile!"
The wizard shouted.
Eight strong men, each holding an ax in their hands, worked in pairs, walked up to the four flags, and cut off the four flagpoles with a few clicks.
The flagpole fell in all directions, but the flag was still flying in the air, but without the restraint of the pole, it was more free and unrestrained. It was being carried by the wind, and only the blood-stained curse thread connected to the woman was pulling them.
Like a kite.
"Tear her apart!"
I don't know who shouted first.
Everyone shouted along.
"Tear her apart!"
"Tear her apart!"
People's faces were red, as if they were drunk, shouting excitedly, looking forward to the woman being cut into four pieces.
"Tear apart!"
The wizard shouted.
At the four corners below, a wizard blew a trumpet.
With the sound of the trumpet, the wind in the wilderness became stronger.
The four-sided flags struggled and rolled in the air, and suddenly flew out like a kite with its string broken.
People saw that the woman on the pillar was divided into four and dragged away by the four flags.
Behind each flag is a long thread, with a woman tied to the end of the thread, flying in four directions.
After a while, they turned into four small dots in the sky and disappeared into the sky together with the goshawks circling in the distance.
"Ebony concubine!" the wizard shouted to the distant sky, "wake up!"
The people around the altar became enthusiastic, some blushed, some had tears in their eyes, and they prayed in unison:
"O God! Come down!"
Tens of thousands of people knelt down and prostrated on the ground together, and the dense mass merged with the endless wilderness.
The wizard at the top of the pillar jumped down and landed on the altar. He looked at the prostrate people with a satisfied expression on his face.
"The ebony concubine is about to wake up, and God will come soon!" He said, "I am the messenger of God!"
"Meet the divine envoy!" The wizard beside the stage took the lead in bowing.
Some shamans behind also knelt down and shouted: "Meet the divine envoy!"
Tens of thousands of people lying on the ground also shouted in unison: "Meet the divine envoy!"
The cry was like thunder, resounding through the sky.
Just then, there was a flash of light in the southern sky.
The wizard seemed to feel something and turned around to look.
When he turned his head, the flowing light was still flowing light, but when he saw it, there was a little more dark light in the flowing light.
The speed of this black light was faster than the flowing light, so fast that he had no time to react.
And the murderous aura that filled the sky and the earth also swept over.
With a pop, a black sword pierced his body, taking him flying up and nailing him to the thick and tall wooden stake with a clang.
The black energy on the sword spread and instantly extinguished the flames on the pillar.
People opened their eyes wide and opened their mouths, looking at the towering pillar that could communicate with God.
The envoy who had just performed a miracle and was being worshiped by them was hanging on the pillar, with a black sword stuck in his chest.
Above the angel is the woman tied to the pillar.
The woman's skin has been burnt, and there are many arrows stuck in front of her body, like a roasted hedgehog.
The stream of light flew over, hit the pillar directly, wrapped the burned woman around the pillar, and suddenly fell onto the altar.
I don’t know who shouted first: “The true God has come!”
People's hearts were shocked, and they crawled down again, shouting something, but because there were too many people, it became a mess.
Li Muchen felt a pang in his heart when he looked at Lin Manqing in his arms.
There were more than a dozen arrows in her body, her clothes and hair had been burned away, and her skin was half-scorched. Fortunately, she had a certain foundation and level of cultivation, otherwise she would have turned into ashes long ago.
There is a faint trace of true energy in the body that protects the heart, but the blood energy is extremely weak, as if all the blood in the body has been drained.
Li Muchen took out a nectar bottle, poured some juice from it, and dripped it on Lin Manqing's skin. Then he opened her mouth and poured some juice into her mouth.
It was as if the spring breeze was blowing through the wilderness, flowers and green grass were blooming, and those charred skin became moisturized.
He began to carefully pull out the arrows from her body one by one, and every time he pulled out one, he put a drop of liquid on the wound.
Then, he used the method of measuring acupuncture points to infuse his own true energy into Lin Manqing's meridians.
After a while, Lin Manqing woke up leisurely, opened her eyes, and looked at him blankly.
Li Muchen's face suddenly turned dark, and anger surged through his body like a torrential flood.
Because he discovered that Lin Manqing's soul was actually the same as the blood on her body. Most of it was taken away, and now only a wisp of remnant soul remained.
Draw blood and steal souls!
This was the first time he encountered such a cruel method, and the one who got hurt was his lover.
"Manqing!" he shouted.
Lin Manqing's eyes were dull and her expression was blank, like a fool.
Li Muchen stood up and looked at the wizard who was impaled on the pillar.
The wizard is already dead, and the Xuanming Sword Qi has killed his body and soul.
Where was Lin Manqing's soul sent?
He sat down cross-legged and felt it with his heart.
Lin Manqing has his demonic blood, and as long as he takes the initiative and activates his demonic heart, he can sense it.
There are traces left in all four directions, and it's impossible to determine which direction is it.
"ah--"
Li Muchen shouted, pulled a wizard from the edge of the altar over, and yelled, "Say! Who is the god you worship? Where is it?"
The wizard looked very scared and kept shaking his head: "No, I don't know!"
"Ah, go to hell!"
Li Muchen grabbed his shoulders with both hands and tore him in half.
Then he grabbed another one.
His expression was already a little distorted, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.
"Tell me, where is the god you worship?"
"No, I don't know..."
Before the wizard could finish speaking, his body was torn apart, followed by a shower of blood and broken limbs scattered on the altar.
"Say it! Who of you says it?! If no one says it, everyone will die!"