After I Got Pregnant With The Hero’S Baby, I Ran Away With The Ball. Chapter 86

In mid-July, it has completely entered the middle of summer, and the ubiquitous heat makes people upset for no reason.

The sky is dark, and the thick dark clouds always give people the illusion that they will roll down at any time.

Strong winds mixed with heat waves blew up the clouds, creating a choppy visual effect.

The formation to summon the entrance has been carved, and the grassland originally full of unknown flowers has been completely destroyed by the giant formation. The petals of the remaining flowers are curled up and half withered, and there is a sense of dilapidation and depression.

In the center of the formation, Wei Lin was dragging a heavy black iron chain, and the end of the chain was in the hands of Xing Siming outside the formation.

Without the spiritual protection, the soft skin was scratched by the cold black iron, and the slender wrists became shockingly red.The same thing happened to his ankles, which were also wrapped in chains.

Wei Lin didn’t like the tiny tingling sensation. He frowned slightly, moved his numb wrist, and pulled the chain with a dull sound.

Outside of the formation, Xing Siming thought he was up to something and tugged on the chain in his hand as a warning, causing him to stagger.

Wei Lin lowered his head, his long hair hanging down from his temples and shoulders, covering most of his face. People outside the formation had no way of seeing his expression clearly.

No one knew that Wei Lin was smiling at this time. His smile was gentle and warm, but his eyes were cold, a bit colder than the ten thousand-year-old ice in the Far North.

With a clang, a dagger fell on the bluestone road at his feet. His golden eyes slowly turned and his gaze fell on the cold blade that reflected his figure on the dagger.

“Master Wei Valley, please.”

Outside the formation, Xing Siming’s face could not suppress the enthusiasm.As long as Wei Lin puts his heart and soul into activating this formation, the prehistoric ruins that he has dreamed of for many years will completely belong to him.

No one can stop him from fulfilling his long-cherished wish.

The dark clouds waiting for opportunity in the sky have been brewing for a long time, and it seems that they have reached a critical point, and the raindrops finally fell heavily.

Big drops of rain splashed on the grass, and it turned into a downpour in an instant.

The heavy rain soaked Wei Lin’s clothes and hair, and his eyes were fascinated by the rain curtain.The long and curly eyelashes are hung with water drops, which can’t fall off.

Wei Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, and the water droplets on his eyelashes dripped down with slight trembling.

The nameless little flowers had their stems broken by the heavy rain and were crushed in the muddy ground, giving them a sadistic beauty.

It’s just that this scene is destined to be unappreciated.

Although Wei Lin has no mysophobia, he doesn’t like mud getting on his clothes. Even if his clothes are soaked, the corners of his clothes have already been stained by splashes of mud.

He lifted up the hem of his clothes and squatted down. He held the handle of the dagger with his slender fingers and slowly picked it up and raised it to his eyes. He carefully studied the sword pattern on the blade as if he was admiring some world-famous treasure.

In fact, Wei Lin’s action didn’t last long, but he could no longer suppress his heart. Xing Siming, whose eyes were almost crazy, urged impatiently: “Hurry up and do it. What are you hesitating about? Just one cut and the blood will be over. It won’t hurt.”

Wei Lin ignored him, and the hand holding the dagger dropped. He raised his head and looked up at the cloudy sky, letting the water droplets hit his face. He tilted his head to look in the direction of Nanling for a while, and pulled the corners of his mouth into a shocking smile.

“Yeah, it’s time to end.”

When the sharp blade cut through the blood vessel, scarlet blood spurted out. Xing Siming and the Sanxian who had been waiting for a long time immediately seized the opportunity and injected their spiritual power into the formation.

The ancient fonts on the formation seemed to come to life, greedily rotating around Wei Lin as the center, sucking in the dripping blood.

Wei Lin lowered his hands and let the blood drain. He didn’t care about anything outside.

He was waiting for the other three formations to start.

The formation was so greedy that he didn’t know what was enough. Wei Lin was a demon and a descendant of Nuwa, but he would die if he lost too much blood.

Xing Siming was also afraid that Wei Lin would bleed to death before the entrance was opened, so he pressed a Dahuan Dan under Wei Lin’s tongue long ago. He would not die, but he would never feel better if he kept bleeding.

It didn’t take long for Wei Lin’s face to turn pale as paper, and his whole person was so transparent that it seemed like he would disappear into the air in the next second.

Due to excessive blood loss, Wei Lin could not maintain his human form and uncontrollably transformed into a half-human, half-snake demon form.The tail covered with silver-white scales was dazzling by the heavy rain, and the already beautiful androgynous face added a bit of evil, and was extremely beautiful.

The eyes of the Sanxian outside the formation all flashed with surprise, and then they were surprised that he was actually a snake demon, but no one thought that he would be the descendant of Nuwa.

Wei Lin’s beauty may make people’s hearts flutter, but it is insignificant compared to the prehistoric ruins.The sights of the loose immortals only stayed on him for a moment, and then they continued to concentrate on delivering spiritual power to the formation.

A quarter of an hour later, the formation finally absorbed blood and replenished its spiritual power. A five-color divine light rose into the sky, and Wei Lin, who was standing at the center, was the first to be submerged in it.

Duan Xi, who was far away in Nanling, seemed to feel something, and suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of the Taihua Mountains.

His heart suddenly throbbed, and his whole body was suddenly drained of strength, as if something more important than life had been taken away. He covered his heart and was almost suffocating in sadness.

At that moment, he could hardly help but want to run towards Taihua Mountain regardless, but as soon as he took a step, he seemed to think of something and stopped.

He lowered his head and pulled the corners of his mouth and laughed, a smile that was uglier than crying.

In the end, he did not leave, but returned to where he should be standing.

At his feet, the magic circle that stretched out to nowhere shimmered as the five-colored divine light rose into the sky. He took a deep look in the direction of Mount Taihua, and then leapt into the form of a sacred bird, the Suzaku, whose whole body was burning with flames.

At the same time, the same scene occurred in the Western Plains, the Eastern Sea, and the Far North.

When the five-color divine light broke through the sky, the four directions of southeast, northwest and four directions, which were defined by the world of immortality as the four-dimensional divine beasts Qinglong, White Tiger, Xuanwu and Suzaku, all roared together, and the whole world shook with the majestic and distant cry.

Not only the monks in the Ghost Valley saw this vision, but the entire world of immortality and even the mortals in the secular world saw it.

Since ancient times, the four mythical beasts have been hailed as signs of auspiciousness. Mortals in the world of mortals, from royal nobles to common people, all prostrate themselves and worship them without exception.However, the cultivators in the world of cultivating immortals were horrified that the four mythical beasts that had disappeared long ago would suddenly appear. Is there another treasure that appeared in the world that caused such a strange sight?

“What’s going on?”

All the Sanxian looked at the vision in front of them in shock and confusion. This was different from the scene recorded in the fragment of the scroll.

Xing Siming always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn’t figure out the reason. His brows were furrowed into knots, but it didn’t take long for his eyes to burn with blazing fire.

The entrance to the ancient prehistoric ruins is opened.

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