Xuan Zhen looked around the hall between the hijacks and nodded with satisfaction. Liu Yike was seriously injured and Xilinghui was trapped in a tightened golden net, and no one could stop him.

Xilingyue lay on the rippled blue light cover wall, looking at Xuan Zhen's back who was bowing in front of the statue, feeling nervous and helpless. This is the most solemn ceremony of the nine worship rituals, which is the etiquette that only those who are inferior to pay homage to the gods can use. Of course, such etiquette can also be used to pay homage to the gods, but for some reason, Xilingyue always felt that Xuan Zhen did not have awe of God.

As for the statue of the god he knelt down, which is usually the throne of the Yutian Sword Sword, it depicts a goddess wearing a feathered golden crown. Her left hand was placed in front of her and her right hand was holding a flag in front of her, and her right hand was holding a stone statue. The entire spiritual clan believed that this statue was the image of the Western Desolate God, Queen Mother of the West in their minds.

"Your Highness, please wait for a moment." Xuan Zhen immediately stood up, and for some reason he activated the mechanism. Ten altars distributed in a circular shape rose in the hall between the slight tremor.

Xilingyue opened her mouth in surprise. She recognized these "altars" that suddenly appeared. In the past, Xilinghui led her to perform spiritual inheritance rituals to obtain inheritance from her ancestors was achieved through these altars.

The light shield that trapped Xilingyue gradually dissipated. Xuan Zhen pointed at one of the spiritual relay platforms and ordered her: "Go up."

Xilingyue stood there without moving: "Why should I listen to you?"

"If you don't hurry up, she will really die." Xuan Zhen glanced at Xilinghui who was lying on the ground. The golden net had cut into her skin, causing countless blood to seep out of her body.

"You let her go first, and Liu... that child."

Xuan Zhen forced herself expressionlessly: "Don't bargain, I don't mind killing a few people for you now."

His eyes moved to the pram scattered in the corner. The spiritual babies that Liu Yike had desperately rescued before were still sleeping, and no one knew that their destiny was hanging on the line.

Xilingyue finally gave up resistance after struggling for a while. Now she couldn't think of any way to ignore Xuan Zhen's threat. The Yutian Sword fell into the other party's hands, and her secret technique was completely suppressed. The so-called end of the road is probably about the current situation...

She sighed and walked up to one of the spiritual relay platforms as Xuan Zhen said.

Xuan Zhen waved the Yutian Sword, and the Lingjitai at Xilingyue's feet suddenly emitted a dazzling light, and patterns like secret art arrays spread and grow. Several chains of light gathered together shot out from the array map, tightly binding Xilingyue.

"Do you know what the real meaning of the existence of the Lingji ritual?" Xuan Zhen's voice came to Lingjitai. "In ancient times, there were tragic wars on this land. At the most critical moment, millions of people died every day. In order to cope with the sharp decline in the population, we have established many incubation bases like this underground. In order to efficiently supplement soldiers and make up for the gaps in the soldiers, the Lingji ritual came into being."

"Of course this is inhumane, but in extraordinary times, we should use extraordinary methods, and eventually we won the war and saved the land. However, ironically, the world protected by our tribe's bloody sacrifice has become no longer suitable for our tribe's reproduction and survival. Although the imperial kingdom ordered the abolition of most wartime bases like this before deciding to move away from the land, the chaos caused by the war somewhat affected the implementation of the government orders at that time. Therefore, you are fortunate to see this scene today."

Xuan Zhen walked around Lingjitai like a one-man show actor and made a monologue while walking around Lingjitai. He didn't care how much the three people present could understand.

He wandered alone in the land where there was no other tribe. He had been holding it in for so many years until now that he could express his feelings happily. It was enough for someone to witness his long-cherished wish, so how could he care if anyone could understand it?

"What are you... going to do?" Xilinghui made a weak voice. The golden net wrapped around her not only restricted her secret magic and spiritual power, but also sucked her vitality.

Xuan Zhen smiled and continued, "Do you think Lingji's amazing technology is just to help future generations quickly acquire the knowledge and power of their predecessors? Since experience, knowledge and power can be passed on, why can't memory, emotions, and personality be? What is the essence of the soul? Isn't it composed of all this?"

Xilinghui and Xilingyue didn't understand what Xuanzhen said meant, but Liu Yike, who was lying beside the door, understood completely. She raised her head and looked at the Lingjitai where Xilingyue was, with her eyes full of worry.

If all this Xuan Zhen said could be achieved, then the next spiritual relay ceremony would be tantamount to torture for Xiling Yue. Liu Yike endured the pain in her body and stubbornly supported her body with her hands. The price of doing so was to pierce the broken ribs deeper into the internal organs, and blood gushed out of her mouth again.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Xilingyue on Lingjitai suddenly let out a loud scream, which scared Xuan Zhen, who was slowly paced around Lingjitai.

He looked at Xi Lingyue, who was bound by the chains in surprise, and was puzzled - the spiritual relay ceremony had not officially begun, why did she react so fiercely?

Xuan Zhen, who was attracted by the sound made by Xiling Yue, did not notice that Liu Yike bent her knees by the door. Although the blood from her mouth had dyed the collars on her chest red, she still withstood the pain with her tenacious and persevering will.

Every time the air that entered her body was like a sword cutting her internal organs. The pain made her sweat swell. Every pain seemed to take away her strength, making her have to be cautious and slow in performing every movement.

It was supposed to do things in the blink of an eye, but being dragged down by this body became extremely long. Just turning around and facing the gate, Liu Yike used the time that a normal person could almost run around the hall between the guides.

Xuan Zhen also began to realize that something was wrong with Xiling Yue's shouting. Although he was indeed scared at the beginning and couldn't figure it out, it was easy to hear the deliberate and artificiality in it over time. Just think about it a little, you can see through the desire to cover it up.

"Stop!" Xuan Zhen turned around and headed towards the gate, and a qi blade condensed between his fingers.

Liu Yike's back was facing him, and the corners of her bloody mouth raised slightly, proud and proud. She didn't care at all about the danger coming from behind. She was now the only target in her blurred vision due to blood loss.

With a "hiss", the rapid air blade tore open the clothes and flesh. Liu Yike's body lay weakly on the cold steel door and slowly slid down, dragging long blood marks on the door.

"Senior Liu!" Xi Lingyue on Lingji's stage was dim in tears, and she struggled hard to let out a cry of sorrow.

The sound of rotating the scoops sounded, and the blood-stained steel door slowly rose, just like the opening of a good show, making the figure of the sword-holding boy appear in everyone's eyes.
Chapter completed!