"Give me a sacrifice with blood!" Bingli snorted coldly, "Come on, take blood."

The elves brought a total of 40 jade bowls, which was exactly the number of 40 guests in front of them.

"Will we be put after taking a bowl of blood?"

Bing Li Yangmei, "It depends on whether you are worthy or not."

"After taking the blood, you don't let anyone go, will we be slaughtered?"

Bing Li's eyes turned cold, and a strong wind suddenly broke out from the black jade chasing. With fierce murderous intent, he accurately pulled out the man just now from the crowd and threw it on the open space beside him.

Then the wind suddenly fell on the man's head, his head and body separated, and the man was completely dead.

Judging from his clothes, Konoko Mo knew that he was a chivalrous man from the world, with great force and had some friendship with the elves in the past.

Blood spreads—

Everyone looked at the black jade chasing, and the prophet sat inside without saying a word.

Bingli stood with his hands behind his back, "Who doesn't obey, this is the end! The person comes, get blood!"

Bowls of blood were taken out and placed flat on the stone table next to Bingli. Seeing that 30 bowls of blood had been taken, it was Boyezimo and Qiansha's turn.

Bing Li looked at the thirty bowls of blood in front of him, and the corners of his lips showed a condensation. He was responsible for the safety of the entire elves. Now the source of spiritual energy is polluted, so he can only hold on for one day today. If the source of spiritual energy cannot be restored to its original state today, then their elves will perish...

One by one, you will age, get sick, and die...

Turning on the Blood Sacrifice is the fastest way at present.

He waited for this day, waited for a long time, and waited for the birthday party, gathered a large number of martial experts and opened the altar with their blood, so that the source of spiritual energy might be restored.

These people who were blood-taken were all men, and they were all very powerful and full of masculinity. Only when they gathered more masculinity could they open the altar.

Seeing bowls of blood being brought up, Bingli was excited. The more blood, the greater the chance of opening the altar...

‘Bang!’ Bingli was staring at the black jade table when a bowl of blood suddenly broke!

A sound penetrated the air, making it extremely cold, "The leader of the clan is so elegant!"

Everyone was stunned!

Looking back, a girl in white clothes walked slowly, her eyes were cold and charming, and her charming face made the people present very surprised.

Behind her was a little old man, with a gray beard and fairy-like body.

Bingli looked at the girl walking slowly and narrowed her eyes slightly, "Ye Xiyue?"

How did she get into the world?

Ye Xiyue stood in front of Bing Li, and there was a black jade table between the two. She looked down at the bowls of blood on the table, stretched out her hand, picked up a bowl, and she fell to the ground with a "slap" and the jade bowl was broken, and the blood was spilled out, scattered into the dust.

"Oh, my hand slipped."

Bingli slapped the table, "Ye Xiyue, you are so brave!"

Ye Xiyue raised her lips, "I have always been very brave. The patriarch only now knows that it's not too late?"

Ye Xiyue's appearance surprised everyone. How did this girl appear?

Qiansha and Boyezi Mo Yin looked at Ye Xiyue in the crowd, and they were different.

Bo Ye Zimo stood up and walked towards Ye Xiyue, "Girl."

Ye Xiyue glanced at him and signaled him to be at ease.

Bingli looked at Bo Yezimo, "Are you not poisoned?"
Chapter completed!