The patterns on the altar were finally filled with blood.

A crack broke from the middle of the altar.

A colorful light floated out of the gap.

Rising slowly.

Colorful fire!

The colorful fire sealed!

Xuanyuan Jin and Mu Qiye's eyes and thoughts were all placed on the colorful fire.

Mu Qingqian stared at Feng Liu's left and right arms.

At that time, Xuanyuan Jin ordered someone to cut open his index fingers.

Now it seems that the index finger on the left is no longer bleeding.

Only the index finger on the right is still dripping, but the blood flows very slowly.

One drop, two drops, three drops...

At first it was a drop of one second, then a drop of one ten seconds. Now it has been nearly a drop of one minute.

Mu Qingqian felt that the romantic aura was obviously weaker.

Perhaps because of excessive blood loss, he couldn't hold on.

The last drop of blood slowly condenses!

Mu Qingqian waited for a long time, for about two or three minutes, and the drop of blood was still coagulating.

This is the last drop of blood.

At this time, the colorful strange fire rose to mid-air because there were seals around it, and the strange fire was relatively strong, so it had to be filled with a cold container.

During this period, Xuanyuan Jin had already taken out the containers prepared in advance, some of which were ice boxes, but once they were close to the colorful fire, they melted directly.

Xuanyuan Jin and the others were obviously prepared.

Several containers were prepared.

Therefore, in these ten minutes, the colorful fire was still floating outside and not being taken in.

Mu Qingqian couldn't care about so much, and saw that the last drop of blood was about to drip.

"It's now!"

She rushed out like a ghost and had a sharp figure, and with one palm, she broke the formation around Fengliu, and with the cleverness of spiritual energy, she directly moved Fengliu from the ice bed to the under the altar.

Fengliu sat on the ground, and was completely confused.

Not recovering yet.

Mu Qingqian had already landed beside him, and a pill was stuffed directly into his mouth. The wound with the bleeding index finger was also quickly wrapped by Mu Qingqian with a white bandage.

This series of actions only lasts thirty seconds.

After these thirty seconds, not to mention Xuanyuan Jin, even Mu Qiye, who was standing on the top of the mountain in the distance, was a little stunned!

How did that girl in night clothes pop up?

The colorful fire is still floating.

But Fengliu has left the altar.

Xuanyuan Jin immediately turned around and found a girl facing away from him, he was healing her wounds.

Xuanyuan Jin was very puzzled and said coldly, "It's outrageous. Where did the arrogant people come from? They dare to disturb the sacrifices of the ghost clan!"

He didn't say anything and took action towards Mu Qingqian.

Mu Qingqian turned his head and looked at Xuanyuan Jin.

It was the moment she turned around, her face was clearly reflected on the mountain, and Mu Qiye was looking here.

His pupils shrank slightly, "It's her..."

Even if she turns into ashes, he knows her!

Mu Qiye immediately set off and flashed towards this place.

At the same time, another black shadow fell directly between Xuanyuan Jin and Mu Qingqian, blocking Xuanyuan Jin's move, directly shaking Xuanyuan Jin away, bounced a few meters away.

The breeze blew, and Yun Yehuang's silver hair gently raised, and his evil face was as cold as frost.

Xuanyuan Jin found Mu Qiye approaching, got up from the ground, and said, "Your Excellency, they disturbed the sacrificial priests, and he was romantic..."

It cannot be put into the hands of others!

After all, it's his son.
Chapter completed!