Chapter 492 Boss, help me!

"This is an ancient sacrificial array, which is not the same as the soul-refining array. You can't escape." Mrs. Luo finished her chanting and looked at everyone with the bone sword in her hand. "As long as I throw the bone sword, all of you will bleed to death immediately, and your souls will be refined by the array."

Mrs. Luo: "Gu Xu, if you regret it, the previous agreement is still valid. You and Ruan Mingzhuo can die calmly, and I can let these ordinary people go."

He Wangyao was about to curse: "How can there be such an exchange?"

Tang Zhen clenched the magic sword: "What if we don't agree?"

He couldn't sacrifice others to save himself.

Others had the same view. Can the evil ways still have any integrity?

Gu Xu tightened his palms and suddenly said, "Okay, I am willing to sacrifice my life and soul to save Ah Zhi. But you have to promise me to release everyone."

After a pause, he added word by word, "Yes, release everyone, including Ruan Mingzhuo, Li Wenhe, He Wangyao and Pei Di."

The God was dissatisfied on the spot: "Only by what?"

Gu Xu: "Only by my voluntary sacrifice can the power of the twins be completely unified, and the gods from outer space can truly come."

He looked at Mingzhuo, with deep reluctance and attachment in his eyes.

In the dream, as strong as Mingzhuo is, she will die.

The ancient altar, the white silk thread, the distant chanting, these chaotic scenes he dreamed of over and over again.

When she woke up, she still felt palpitations and sadness. How could such a brilliant and beautiful person die?

It was obviously him who was entangled by fate. If he had accepted his fate and walked up to the altar and was willing to sacrifice, perhaps he would not have to pay such a great sacrifice.

Mrs. Luo was silent for a moment, and suddenly said: "Okay, I promise you."

The most important point in offering sacrifice to the gods is Gu Xu, and other people are not the most important.

If you just want Mingzhuo's power... She turned her gaze to Cheng Jingru's back. Isn't the man of great luck the best candidate?

Cheng Jingru was startled, and just when he wanted to separate a thread to deal with Mrs. Luo, he was blocked by the bone sword.

"You are only a near-god, not a real god. You are not the only one who can control the power of will."

The bone sword is made of the bones of a god. It is the most complete and largest sternum that has been preserved. It is twice as large as the one used to suppress the Qingmen Temple, and the divine power it contains is dozens of times greater.

It is more than enough to deal with a rookie like Cheng Jingru.

Cheng Jingru did not expect that she would be backstabbed so soon, and she was very angry: "Madam Luo, I am..."

She wanted to say something else, but she suddenly stopped talking and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Divine punishment. When she thought of this word in her heart, she felt like she was falling into an icy cave.

Mrs. Luo glanced at her indifferently and urged, "Hurry up, time is running out."

Gu Xu looked at Ming Zhuo with love for the last time... He still felt regretful that he didn't kiss her in the bridal chamber before.

If he had known that this life was still so short, he should have thrown away all his reserve and calculations and pursued her passionately.

She was always very tolerant of him and probably wouldn't slap him and tell him to get out.

He had been calculating silently, calculating for slow and steady progress, willingness, eternity, and a long time to come.

After all, there was not much time left.

Gu Xu turned around and walked up to the altar, and walked towards Luo Zhi's ice coffin step by step.

"Ah Xu!" He Wangyao hurried to grab him.

Li Wenhe pursed his lips, "Zhuozhuo will not agree with you doing this."

Luo Wenxin's eyes flashed with tears: "Why do you have to go through this?"

Qiao Song felt very uncomfortable and silently patted Luo Wenxin's shoulder.

Tang Zhen and others wanted to catch Gu Xu, but soon found that their actions were much slower.

This formation was very wrong. It was unconsciously absorbing the vitality and essence of the people. Ordinary people with poor health began to bleed from the nose to varying degrees.

The formation had no effect on Gu Xu. He had already walked to the side of the ice coffin and looked at Luo Zhi inside.

The young man had picturesque eyebrows and eyes. He looked at the other party as if he was looking at his own shadow.

Gu Xu raised his hand and cut his wrist. Blood suddenly gushed out and dripped into the ice coffin.

He thought coldly, not knowing if the blood in his body was enough to fill the ice coffin.

He Wangyao was about to collapse, he shouted: "Mrs. Luo, are you sick? Qiao Song said that you gave birth to such excellent twins, Ah Xu and Ah Zhi, you won the genetic lottery, but you didn't cherish it! You sacrificed Ah Xu to save Ah Zhi, and then sacrificed Ah Zhi to invite the gods to descend. It seems that both sons will be killed by you, right?"

Mrs. Luo's eyes wavered slightly.

"What do you know." Soon she returned to her indifference, "It is Ah Zhi's honor that the gods are willing to descend."

"Then have you asked Ah Zhi if he is willing?" He Wangyao was stunned for a moment, why is there still emphasis?

He suddenly felt warm liquid flowing out of his nose. Was he starting to bleed?

Perhaps it was an illusion. His consciousness would gradually be swallowed up by this formation.

He clenched his palms and remembered that Ming Zhuo had drawn palm symbols on their palms. He could call her if anything happened.

But he had been following the main force, wondering what he was afraid of with so many people, and had never called.

The light of the palm symbol flickered faintly. He Wangyao was stunned for a moment and tried to shout, "Boss, help me."

The light flickered again.

He Wangyao seemed to have a sudden inspiration and shouted a few more times, "Boss, help me! Boss, help me! Boss, help me!"

The God looked at him with a strange expression, wondering if he was scared silly and started talking nonsense.

Following closely, he sensed something and turned his head to look over.

The white silk thread that had wrapped Mingzhuo like a cocoon began to melt slowly, evaporating like snow and disappearing.

Mingzhuo closed her eyes, frowning slightly, as if she had fallen into a dream.

She felt that there were noisy sounds everywhere, too noisy, too noisy, those sounds kept bothering her, making her head ache and making her restless.

She didn't want to respond to those voices, she was so annoyed, she just wanted to completely block out those voices and sleep peacefully.

But in a trance, she sensed that Gu Xu was in danger.

She was very angry. How could someone as precious as Ah Xu bully him? It was too much!

Ming Zhuo just wanted to wake up, but she caught another voice in her ear, "Boss, help me!"

She responded to the voice and suddenly opened her eyes!

"Yaoyao, your voice is too soft."

Cheng Jingru was slightly shocked, how could it be possible!

He Wangyao was stunned, crying with joy, and shouted: "Boss, help! Ah Xu..."

Ming Zhuo replied lazily: "I know."

Although his voice was lazy, his movements were not slow. He raised his hand and the peach wood sword flew out, and quickly fought a few moves with the bone sword in Mrs. Luo's hand, interrupting the spell.

She didn't even look at Cheng Jingru, and quickly flew up the stairs on tiptoe.

Someone in the ice coffin turned around and looked at him.

His eyes were as gentle as the spring breeze in March, and anyone who saw them couldn't help but want to get close to him.