Chapter 1437 Wheel of Fortune (15)

On the seventh day after Bai Shaojie was reborn.

Deep underground in the Huangquan River, a pair of shining eyes opened from the darkness.

It was a pair of amber pupils, scanning everything around them as if looking for something.

Suddenly, the Huangquan River shook violently.

Many ghosts and spirits that usually live in the river flew around like fried fish, landed on the shore, rolled and crawled, and bit each other out of control, making piercing ghostly screams that could be heard for miles.

Fortunately, the vibration only lasted for a short time and then stopped.

The ghosts and spirits suddenly fell silent. They picked up their stumps and returned to the river obediently.

The whole world suddenly became quiet, as if nothing had happened, there was only the smell of blood in the air.

The news quickly spread to the Bai family, and the patriarch immediately held a very small secret meeting.

It was broad daylight, and the windows and doors of the Bai family hall were closed.

In the main hall, the two people were reflected in the light of candles.

The person wearing black star robe is none other than the clan leader Bai Changhong.

The other person in gray robes and white hair is Bai Changtao, the deacon elder of the Bai family.

"Master Patriarch, the cause of the sudden change in the Huangquan River has been found this time. Looking at the sky at night, it coincides with the five stars of gold, wood, water, fire and earth, which caused the five elements of the earth to reverse, causing the seal of the Huangquan River to loosen." The deacon elder held a family secret book in his hand. , turned to a page about Five Stars in a row, pointed at the red circled font on it, my fingertips kept trembling, and I couldn't speak anymore.

"The five stars appear, the soul of the earth changes, the underworld falls, and the Holy Spirit appears." The patriarch read out the contents of the secret book himself.

He opened his mouth wide for a while before he recovered and continued:

"Is the legendary Holy Spirit catastrophe that happens once in ten thousand years really coming?"

The elder deacon tore off the page from the book that recorded this allusion with a swipe, kneaded it into a ball, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it.

"Master Patriarch, this matter must not be spread. Not to mention causing panic, if the higher-ups are blamed and the mistake is attributed to poor sacrifices, not only will thousands of members of our Bai family be executed, but also the Xiao family, who is also responsible for the sacrifices, and Ye The family is not immune." When the elder deacon said this, his pupils suddenly shrank and his facial muscles trembled.

"So is there a solution recorded in the classics?" The patriarch stepped forward, grabbed the elder deacon's hand and asked.

"Hey!" The elder deacon sighed and handed over the book in his hand.

The patriarch grabbed the classics and rummaged through them. After a while, he took a few steps back, fell down on the stool, and said:

"The Holy Spirit suppressed under the Yellow Spring River is one of the rare great Holy Spirits in the underworld. It is a legendary holy mud dragon. No one alive has seen the true face of this spirit. The person responsible for subduing this top-level Holy Spirit should be He is the Underworld King who guards the Underworld Palace. However, the previous Underworld King was executed for disobedience seven years ago, and there is no new Underworld King yet."

The elder deacon said: "I remember this clearly. The day that Hades was executed happened to be the day that the second son, Bai Shaojie, was born."

"Even if Hades is still alive, we may not be able to successfully subdue this Holy Spirit. From now on, we can only rely on our own strength." The patriarch said, clenching his fists.

"The current situation is just that the river is shaking, and the Holy Spirit has not really appeared. We can remind the current head of Huangquan Palace that the Huangquan Boundary River is moving, and a sacrificial ceremony must be held in advance. If the sacrificial ceremony is successful, most of the restlessness can be temporarily appeased. The great Holy Spirit. If we can postpone it for a year, we, the whole family, have earned it. If we can postpone it for ten years, maybe the Holy Spirit will not come back to the world." The deacon elder thought for a while and then said.

"It seems that's all that's left." The clan leader said helplessly.

The Bai family quickly handed over the sacrificial instructions, and Huangquan Palace's reply was also timely.

Twenty days later, the sacrificial ceremony was held in a hurry.

The Bai family relied on their own strength to become the main role in the sacrificial ceremony.

The other Xiao family and Ye family were arranged to be responsible for guarding the outfield of the sacrifice. Not a single mouse can appear within a radius of thirty miles.

This situation is very different from before.

In usual sacrificial activities, some well-known figures and people's representatives are invited to observe on site.

On the bank of Huangquan River, there is a sacrificial platform.

The head of the Bai family, dressed in black and gold attire, personally presided over the sacrificial ceremony.

"The gods of the underworld, offering sacrifices to the underworld, guided by music, enjoying the world, appeasing the Holy Spirit, and enjoying peace..." The head of the Bai family recited a long opening line.

After the opening remarks, he solemnly saluted in the four directions of southeast, northwest and northwest.

Then, he came to the other end of the sacrificial platform, where a huge war drum had been placed in advance.

The patriarch picked up the drumsticks with both hands and placed them on the war drum rhythmically.

Boom, boom.

The sound of war drums is like the sound of the general's horse hooves before entering the military formation, sonorous and steady.

Immediately afterwards, one hundred and eight musicians from the Bai family in the sacrificial hall played various musical instruments in their hands.

There are those who strike bronze chimes, those who play panpipes, and those who play pottery xuns...

In the center of the performance venue, a young man in white clothes played the Yaoqin alone. It was Bai Shaoyong, the eldest son of the Bai family.

Not long after, the music attracted hundreds of miles of spiritual energy around it and gathered it high in the sky. With the naked eye, a golden ring-shaped array could be seen hanging high in the sky, gradually solidifying.

On the sacrificial platform, the rhythm of the drumsticks in the hands of the clan leader suddenly accelerated.

Boom, boom, boom.

The sound is like a general riding a war horse to review in front of the formation.

The rhythm of the instruments in the hands of one hundred and eight musicians also became tense.

Various tones blended into one, like thousands of soldiers lined up in uniform.

At this time, the golden formation in the sky began to slowly rotate.

Half an hour later, golden raindrops fell from the golden formation.

The rain fell like a curtain, but it only fell on the river and the ground around it, and the people on and off the altar would not get wet.

Looking closely, there was a small golden rune in each drop of water, like a musical note.

The rain fell on the river, splashing golden ripples.

On the surface of the Yellow Spring River, many bubbles wrapped in various ghost faces emerged, and they jumped happily, as if they were bathing.

On the altar, the patriarch's face became stern, and he grabbed the drumstick with both hands and fell down.

Boom!

The single tone was high-pitched, like a general holding a sword to command the troops, roaring and charging.

The rhythm of the instruments in the hands of the musicians also changed drastically, like thousands of soldiers shouting and charging together.

The music was surging and murderous.

Buzz!

The void fluctuated.

The golden formation in the sky accelerated its rotation, and arcs danced wildly on the surface of the formation.

Countless golden raindrops entangled together, gradually gathered into a huge golden sword body, and then plunged straight into the river.

In just a flash, the huge sword of light sank into the river.

Rumble!

The earth trembled, the altar shook, but everyone did not dare to stop playing the instruments in their hands.

Everyone's eyes became red and bulging, and everyone fell into madness.

"The Hundred Sounds Sealing Formation has been completed. Whether the seal can be strengthened depends on this one move." The clan leader shouted.

The golden formation in the sky slowly descended and landed steadily on the Yellow Springs River, flashing and embedded in the ground.

The shaking of the earth gradually subsided.

"Everyone hold on a little longer, this time there can be no mistakes." The clan leader shouted again.

Everyone desperately output the rhythm.

Manic, harsh, and not beautiful at all.

On the ground around the river, spider-web-like red cracks appeared, as if blood was flowing in it.

The blood color gradually faded.

The shaking of the earth stopped.

"It's done!" On the altar, the patriarch raised his arms and shouted, kneeling on his knees.

Everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the chaotic sound finally stopped.

At this moment, something strange happened.

Black ripples appeared in the air above the river, and a large group of black fog emerged from the ripples, and a giant beast roared in the black fog.

Aw!

The loud voice was transmitted, and the void followed the fluctuations.

Bang bang bang, bang bang bang.

The bronze chimes cracked, the panpipes were damaged, and the pottery Xun had holes.

Bai Shaoyong, who was in the middle position, had the strings of the Yaoqin in front of him broken, and the whole person flew backwards.

As the leader of the band, he naturally bore the greatest pressure.

The black fog dissipated, and the scene was in a mess.

"Just one breath away." The patriarch, with disheveled hair and an unwilling look on his face, stumbled down from the altar and came to the bank of the Huangquan Boundary River. .

The clan leader drew out the short sword he carried with him, cut one of his fingers, and dripped blood into the river.

As his blood merged into the formation, the originally damaged formation showed signs of repair.

"The formation is only partially damaged, and the formation base is intact. Where is the deacon elder?" The clan leader turned his head and shouted.

The deacon elder hurried over: "I'm here."

"Prepare the blood sacrifice technique." The clan leader bit his back teeth and a few words popped out of his teeth.

"Clan leader, the blood sacrifice technique is a forbidden technique. It must be performed by the direct blood of the Bai family and a virgin. The cruel thing is that this blood sacrifice technique requires the sacrifice of life, but there is only a 30% chance of success." The deacon elder said.

"If it doesn't work, the Bai family will die, and now we can only resort to this last resort. You go and bring the second son here in person. The descendants of my Bai family cannot have deserters in the face of justice."

Half an hour later, the second son Bai Shaojie was brought to the sacrificial site.

Xu Yang's consciousness was attached to Bai Shaojie, and he immediately sensed the surrounding situation.

"Although Bai Shaojie has no hearing, his sense of touch, smell, vision, and taste are all sensitive. The spiritual power here is extremely chaotic. There is the power of the formation, the power of the great ghost king, and the power of the musician's music. It is likely that the music formation was used to suppress some huge ghost, but it failed."

At this time, the patriarch had called Bai Shaoyong and Bai Shaojie to come forward.

"My two good sons, our Bai family is a sacrificial family, and our destiny is to live and die for sacrifice. The ceremony cannot be completed today, and a cruel blood sacrifice will be carried out next. You two brothers must choose one person to perform the blood sacrifice. The blood sacrifice is extremely risky, and you may have to sacrifice your life."

Although the second son Bai Shaojie could not hear the sound, he could read the lips and understand his father's words.

"Let me go. I am the eldest son of the Bai family and the eldest brother. I should take responsibility for anything. My younger brother Shaojie is only seven years old, he is still young." Bai Shaoyong took a step forward and said loudly.

Bai Shaojie stretched out one hand to grab his brother's sleeve, and used the other hand to sign:

"Let me go. I was born without hearing and am useless. The Bai family cannot do without my brother."

The patriarch's eyes were filled with tears, and he was relieved that his two sons could protect and care for each other.

"This blood sacrifice is not for everyone who wants to come. We have to find the most suitable candidate. Because once it fails, the Holy Spirit sealed in the alien space under the river will escape, and the entire Leling Kingdom will be devastated. All of us in the Bai family will be sentenced to death by the Huangquan Palace." The patriarch explained.

"Then how to choose the best candidate?" Bai Shaoyong asked.

"Just now, at the last stage of the sacrifice, a roar in the black fog was a message from the Holy Spirit. Next, the patriarch will use his own blood as a guide to force it to roar again. If any of you can seize this opportunity, resonate with it, and then bind it with a soul link, you will be the best candidate." The deacon elder held the Bai family secret book, turned to the key page, and said.

"Among the younger generation of the Bai family, I am best at the law of rhythm. I can definitely sense the emotions of the Holy Spirit from its cry, and thus resonate with the soul. This time, it must be me." The elder brother Bai Shaoyong said firmly.

The younger brother Bai Shaojie pulled his fingers with both hands, looking anxious, thinking in his heart:

"I can't hear any sound at all, how can I use the cry to create a soul link with the Holy Spirit?"

Time can't be delayed any longer.

The Yellow Spring River.

The patriarch used the blood on his fingertips as a guide to reactivate the music array buried underground.

The earth shook, the spiritual energy rolled, and the black fog reappeared.

In the black fog, a beast roar was transmitted again, shaking the earth.

"It's the emotion of anger! I found it." Bai Shaoyong's ear tips trembled, the blood vessels at his temples bulged, and the pupils of his eyes were dilated.

"Soul connection!"

Bai Shaoyong cut his fingertips with a dagger, and blood fell on the ground. The power of the formation went back along his blood line and invaded his body.

He roared loudly, his hairband flew, and his hair stood up.

"Young Master succeeded. Young Master has become the human eye of the entire formation. Next, we will transform the formation with blood, and we will have a chance to re-strengthen the seal." The deacon elder said excitedly.

On the side, Bai Shaojie, with his eyes closed, was still trying to sense, but he could not find the soul connection with the Holy Spirit.

"Shaoyong, this time it depends on you. Even if you sacrifice, you are the pride of the entire Bai family." The patriarch cried.

Bai Shaoyong first turned his head to look at his brother who was still sensing with his eyes closed, and smiled with relief.

Then, his toes flew half an inch off the ground, and the whole person came to the center of the river.

Every blood vessel of his burst, and the blood in his body continued to pour into the formation, and the whole person turned into a bloody man.

Cruel sacrifice.

Clang, lang, blood-colored chains shot out from the formation, and the black fog was the target.

Bang!

The black fog exploded, and a painful wail came from it.

The formation continued to sink, and the earth turned blood-colored, and the river turned blood-colored.

"It's almost successful, but it seems that the young master has reached his limit." The elder deacon's eyes kept an eye on the changes in the situation at any time.

At this time, Bai Shaoyong's body was shrunk beyond human form, and his blood was almost drained. The only thing that remained unchanged was his determined eyes.

Boom!

The river collapsed! A huge black vortex appeared!

A huge dark dragon drilled out of it.

The dark dragon was covered in mud, and streams of slurry flowed out of its body.

Buzz!

The powerful pressure spread, and everyone present fainted. It was completely crushing.

"A mere blood formation, you still want to trap this holy dragon? After being trapped under this Yellow Spring River for ten thousand years, I can finally come out to breathe. This time I will swallow 100,000 human beings to replenish my body." The giant beast spoke human words.

Just as the giant beast was preparing to kill, its amber eyes stared at a corner.

In that corner, there was a four-foot-tall boy in white clothes and white hair, looking at it with a pair of big eyes.

The giant beast shuddered when their eyes met, and was surprised: "What is that?"

At this moment, Xu Yang exercised his right to change the fate of the host for the second time, and completely controlled Bai Shaojie's body with his consciousness.

"Spiritualism - Black Sun Gate!"

Bai Shaojie waved his hand, and the earth shook, and a black gate of a hundred feet rose from the ground.

On the surface of the gate, a round of black sun shone thousands of rays.

When the giant beast saw the Black Sun Gate, it immediately became tamed, crawling on the ground, curling up and shrinking rapidly, and finally turned into a yellow egg.

The dragon soul in Bai Shaojie's body awakened, and a Huangquan Nether Dragon Dharma image appeared behind him.

Xu Yang's consciousness quickly dissipated. Bai Shaojie's self-consciousness recovered.

He walked over, picked up the yellow egg on the ground, rubbed it gently with his hand, and unexpectedly found the lost hearing and speech, saying:

"Little clay dragon, you will follow me from now on."

This year, Bai Shaojie, whose dragon soul awakened, was canonized as the master of Huangquan Palace by the Lord of Hades.