That was not a random gesture, it was a posture like that of an ancient sacrificer.

It’s just that the thing that fixed Jiagu Haorong was not a cross, but a boat railing.

The gray substance has reached the point where it no longer appears as roots, but as flowing smoke, wrapping around him like a sacrificial rope. He looks very thin, but very distinct, and those ropes cannot swallow him.

"What is this?" she asked.[

"Wait a minute." Jiagu Haorong said like a person who apologizes to the guests at a banquet because of something unexpected: "It's just a transaction, it will be over in a moment."

trade?

There is nothing in the world that is less like a "deal" than this, Ling Xiaotu thought, but she still kept her mouth shut.

Then, she slowly realized that what she was watching was an ancient ritual that she had only seen in classics.

On the one hand, it is indeed a transaction.

That is a ritual that is no longer used even in the demon world. It is extremely ancient, primitive, and too barbaric.

That is a way to make deals with the oldest beings, but these days few people are willing to take risks to obtain ancient knowledge, and pure power seems more attractive to them.

The classic-loving man on the bow lowered his eyes and was having an in-depth conversation with his rope.

Ling Xiaotu knows that these things are not death fog, it is much more advanced...

It is chaos, and there is nothing in the world that they cannot penetrate.

When the gray slowly dissipated, Jiagu Haorong opened his eyes

He looked paler, as if light could penetrate him and dissipate him into a vast expanse of gray.

Before he could speak, Ling Xiaotu quickly said:

"Are you making a deal with Chaos?"

"I'm surprised." Jiagu Haorong said softly, showing a shy smile. "Not many people know about chaos trading now."

He clapped his hands together like dust, and then looked at Ling Xiaotu quietly, his eyes were gray.

"I read a lot of books at Xuanyuan Xuantian's house."
Chapter completed!