Song Yuantong is not a bad person, his heart is not iron stone. However, the death of his daughter is like a fish bone, lying across his throat. If this fish bone does not fall down or is picked out for a day, he will not be at peace for a day. However, Song Yuantong thought that as long as Song Shuang dies, his heart would be at peace, but at this moment he suddenly realized that he was too naive. When everyone was sad about Song Shuang, Li Xiaogang looked at Song Shuang without blinking, with pure appreciation in his eyes. Song Shuang was so beautiful at this moment! His frown, smile, and every move revealed a heart-warming beauty. What are the fragrance of the country, what are the falling fish and falling geese, these words turned into clouds in front of Song Shuang.

The one who appeared with Song Shuang was the holy object preserved by the exiled immortal clan for generations. He was held by a respected old man in the clan with both hands and walked up to the altar step by step. On the top of the altar, there was a golden plate on an altar, which was prepared for the holy stone.

The Holy Stone was in place, and Song Shuang also stood on the high altar.

Ten years later, Song Shuang stood here again, but there were two feelings in his heart. Ten years ago, it was despair and the biting cold. Now, Song Shuang felt happiness. It was just because there was one more person in the audience. This person could shelter her from the wind and rain, and this person put her in his heart and was smiling at her at this time.

All this should have been very wonderful, but it was broken by something that should not have appeared. It was a bright, sharp scimitar that could blow short hair.

When this scabbard with a flashing cold light appeared in the middle of the eyes, the world seemed to have calmed down suddenly.

The wind stops and the clouds stop, and time and space stop. Only people's hearts are still pounding, and they are jumping faster and faster.

For dozens of generations, this scimitar has taken away many beautiful girls' lives. In the eyes of the exiled immortals, it has almost become a symbol of the demon!

Faced with this scimitar, Song Shuang's heart also stirred up a thousand waves. Ten years ago, she truly felt the coldness and hideousness of this knife, and ten years later, she faced it again.

Seeing fear flashing in Song Shuang's eyes, Song Yuanshan hurriedly comforted him softly: "Shuang'er, don't be afraid, Xiaogang will definitely save you!

Song Shuang looked up at Li Xiaogang in the crowd, and saw Li Xiaogang nodding to her. For a moment, the Yin Ting, which was set in her heart, disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye. Song Shuang smiled at Song Yuanshan and signaled that he was fine.

The time has come. An elder of the banished immortal clan lifted the sharp scimitar and came to Song Shuang to calm down. His face was full of guilt and said, "Girl, I will be quick, you won't feel pain!

Song Shuang smiled and said, "Come on!

The elder nodded, with a hint of praise flashing in his eyes, "This is the first time in so many years that I have seen a brave girl like you. All of our tribesmen will be proud of you!" After saying these few words, the elder raised his scimitar high. Many tribe members hurriedly closed their eyes and did not dare to see this cruel scene.

Song Yuantong's heart couldn't help but tugged up. In a vague way, the girl standing on the ring seemed to be no longer Song Shuang, but his only daughter. Song Yuantong stood up suddenly, shouting "No!"

This shout alarmed the people of the tribe, making the elder's scimitar pause. Everyone turned their heads in shock and looked at Song Yuantong. Song Yuantong then woke up. Under the gaze of everyone, they didn't know what to say for a moment, and looked at Song Shuang's eyes full of guilt.

Song Shuang seemed to have understood the meaning of Song Yuantong's eyes, and nodded slightly at him. Not only did there be no resentment on his face, but his smile became brighter and more comfortable. This made Song Yuantong feel even more uncomfortable, and he just wanted to slap himself hard.

Missed this little episode, and the ancestor worship ceremony continued. The elder sighed, and the scimitar in his hand was about to fall, when a loud bang suddenly came. Under the clear sky, a thunderbolt came from the depths of the nine heavens. Under the stunned gaze of everyone, it accurately hit the blade of the scimitar. In the blink of an eye, the blade of the scimitar turned into countless pieces, and under the sunlight, it flew and fell to the ground like snowflakes.

This sudden and incredible scene shocked everyone in the banished immortal clan, and they were stunned on the spot as if someone had lit acupoints, unable to move.

Slowly, the discussion began to spread among the crowd. The thunderbolt under the clear sky was already incredible, and this thunderbolt shattered the scimitar without bias, which made everyone feel inexplicable awe.

"It was the ancestor who was angry! It was the ancestor who was angry!" The elder holding the knife was stunned for a while, and his face suddenly filled with fear. Pu Tong knelt on the ground with a sound, folded his hands in front of his chest, and prayed to the heaven in devout fear.

The elder's actions were immediately approved by the exiled immortal clan. Suddenly, prayers and pleas to pray for ancestors to calm their anger came from all over the world.

Song Yuanshan couldn't help but turn his head to look at Li Xiaogang in the crowd. He saw Li Xiaogang standing there and wink at him. His heart immediately moved and he quickly shouted loudly, "The tribesmen, it is our ancestors who are asking us to stop the cruel sacrifices. This is the warning given to us by our ancestors. If we kill the girls of our tribe again, our ancestors will definitely be even more angry!

Song Yuanshan said this not only reasonably explained the reason for the bolt from the blue, but also immediately received the approval of the tribe members. The ten-year ancestor worship ceremony has long become a hidden pain in the hearts of the exiled immortals. It was just because this was the rule of the ancestors, so he didn't dare to say anything. When he heard that the ancestors were not allowed to continue such inhumane sacrifices, the exiled immortals all breathed a sigh of relief and praised the ancestors loudly.

Seeing that the time had come, Li Xiaogang quickly rushed to the altar, stood beside Song Shuang, and shouted at the exiled immortal clan: "Everyone, in fact, your ancestors have never asked you to sacrifice the lives of the girl in the clan to worship him! Think about it, how could your ancestors let you do this for such a cruel thing? Now it is time to really reveal it. The culprit that caused the disaster of the exiled immortal clan from generation to generation was not your ancestors, but the evil spirit hidden in this holy stone!" After that, Li Xiaogang waved his hand, and a purple light covered the holy stone, and roared angrily, "Don't you show up yet!"

Accompanied by Li Xiaogang's thunder roar, a black smoke floated out of the holy stone, revealing a weak and fearful little ghost.

This strange scene caused the banished immortal clan to be in chaos, and shouts of fear were heard everywhere.

Li Xiaogang hurriedly shouted: "Don't be afraid! This evil spirit has been subdued by us with magic, and he can no longer hurt everyone!

After hearing Li Xiaogang say this, and since the little ghost on the altar was shot out, he was indeed very honest under the pressure of Li Xiaogang, and he didn't dare to move for a moment. The panicked crowd slowly calmed down.

"Yuanshan, what's going on?" Song Yuantong couldn't help but ask Song Yuanshan in surprise.

For the past ten years, Song Yuantong has always regarded Song Yuanshan as his mortal enemy. He doesn't say hello when he meets each other, let alone calls him so intimately. After hearing this, Song Yuanshan was cheered up and nodded at Song Yuantong, saying, "Don't worry, this is a conspiracy that has been shrouded in dozens of generations of our exiled immortal tribe. In a moment, everyone will understand everything!

Li Xiaogang stared at Xiao Gui'er in a blink of an eye and shouted in a deep voice: "Are you going to explain the good things you have done over the years to the people of the exiled immortal clan?"

The little ghost did not dare to delay, and quickly said everything he had committed over the years to the people of the exiled immortal tribe. After the little ghost said that, the entire exiled immortal tribe fell into a dead silence.

Although the ancestral worship ceremony of the exiled immortal clan was a bit cruel, the tribesmen recognized it when they thought that this was a sacrifice made to give their own life to their ancestors. Although they felt guilty to those girls who were unfortunately selected, the tribesmen generally did not feel much condemned by their conscience by treating their families well. But now, everything has changed. The sacrifices they made were not for their ancestors, but were exploited by a shameless evil spirit. The strong gap naturally made it difficult for the tribesmen to accept!

Especially the families of the girls who died at the ancestor worship ceremony were filled with righteous indignation. After a brief silence, people's anger exploded like a volcano. Roars and scoldings came one after another, and they were about to break through the bend!

"Dog bastard! I'll kill you!" Among them, Song Yuantong was particularly serious. When she thought of her daughter's tragic death, Song Yuantong couldn't suppress the anger in her heart. She was like a crazy lion, waving her shoulder pole and rushing towards the ring.

The tribe members moved with it, and the crowd rushed towards the little ghost like a torrent.

Faced with the anger of everyone, although the little ghost was not afraid of their harm, he couldn't help but feel fear in his heart, which made his body tremble constantly.

Li Xiaogang looked at him, sneered, and said, "You have seen the terribleness of people now?"

The little ghost nodded in a hurry, and begged in a trembling voice: "God, help me, help me!

Li Xiaogang snorted coldly, and an invisible air wall was laid in front of him, which separated Song Yuantong and the angry villagers. Song Yuantong used his strength to break through the invisible air wall set up by Li Xiaogang, rushed to the front of Xiao Guier, and relieved the hatred in his heart, and his anxious eyes were about to glar out.

"Boy, why do you want to stop me?" Song Yuantong tried several times but failed. He turned around and stared at Li Xiaogang and asked.

Li Xiaogang smiled bitterly and said, "He is just an evil spirit, not a entity, you can't hurt him!

"I don't believe it!" Song Yuantong widened his eyes and shouted.
Chapter completed!