Chapter 762 Tongtong Is Very Good (One More)

At this time, the side of the cliff was already full of people, and everyone was watching the father and son chatting.

Cui Guanshi had a doting expression on his face. The little boy was well-behaved and immature. He looked like a normal father and son, but what they said was creepy. From the very beginning, all the cultivators noticed the existence of this boy. They only felt that he had a strange aura and possessed a strange talent. They thought it was a humanoid weapon specially brought by the Qianshan clan. How could they have imagined that it was actually the last sacrifice?

What was even more unexpected was that this sacrifice was the son of the steward surnamed Cui!

Even the monsters felt a little uncomfortable at this time. After a while, Young Master Tengyun, who had two antlers, laughed and said, "Oh, no wonder the Cui and Pan tribes are so valued in the Qianshan lineage. Mr. Cui Chang is highly valued, and Brother Pan has also been recognized as a foster son by the big brother Qianshan. I saw you today. Your loyalty to the Qianshan lineage is really..."

When Cui Guanshi heard the words "Mr. Cui Chang" in his mouth, a smile appeared on his face, and he said seriously: "Young Master Tengyun, you are welcome. My Cui family came to the Demon Realm thousands of years ago. Fortunately, I moved the mountain lineage to teach enlightenment, so I have the status and security of today. The move mountain lineage has been so kind to me. The sun and the moon can learn from each other. The elder needs to find a suitable boy as a sacrifice. He chose my son. The Great Elder gave it, so why cherish a son?"

After listening to the young masters of the Demon Realm, many of them nodded with dry smiles, which was very interesting.

On the contrary, the grand master who moved the mountains, moved the mountains and the deserted apes, still had a cold face, showing no expression on his face.

Cui Chang noticed the expression of the ape who moved the mountains and desolately, and after checking his mind, he knew that the old man was a little impatient, so he showed an apologetic expression to the demons, and said: "My lords, please wait a moment, the little old man will offer the sacrifice first..."

As he spoke, he led the little boy to the edge of the cliff, his eyes encouraging him.

The boy said he was well-behaved before, but when he came to the edge of the cliff, he saw the tumbling water of the Styx river below, stirring up huge waves tens of feet high from time to time. In the huge waves, there were endless ferocious shadows walking around.

"Tong'er, don't be afraid, Tong'er. If you jump down, you will make a great contribution to the Mianshan tribe. In your next life, you will be born as a descendant of the Mianshan tribe. When you play with the young master and the others, they will like you. Isn't this the happiest thing for you?"

Cui Chang spoke slowly, persuading him.

The little boy raised his head weakly and looked at his father: "Will they stop hitting me?"

Cui Chang hurriedly said: "They are young masters. It's only natural for young masters to teach slaves a lesson. You can't bear grudges, do you know that?"

"Daddy, the child knows his mistake!"

The little boy finally made up his mind and turned around.

But he still didn't move, just clenched two small fists, as if he was encouraging the courage in his heart.

Cui Chang was afraid that he would delay him for too long, so he let out a low sigh, and slowly pressed his palm on the little boy's shoulder, as if he wanted to push it off.

The surrounding atmosphere seemed inexplicably tense.

At this time, Fang Yuan, who had been watching coldly from behind, became more and more serious.

It is impossible to describe his mood at this moment, anger or hatred, disappointment or disgust, it seems to be both, and there seems to be nothing. For some reason, he feels that he is becoming more and more indifferent now.

At this time, he should be angry, but he just felt a touch of sadness.

Shaking his head, he dispelled the feeling of nothingness in his heart, and took a step slowly.

But at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded from the crowd: "Wait!"

This voice made Fang Yuan slightly startled, turned his head to look over, and all the monsters turned their heads, but saw that the one who spoke was the slender one among the four sent by the Lord of Darkness. His voice had also been transformed by magic, so he couldn't hear the original appearance, but looked cold, and said: "Do you have to use such a human child to sacrifice to Styx?"

Moving Mountain Desolate Ape glanced at him, with an unhappy expression on his face, and said coldly: "Your Excellency, don't you believe the method I derived from moving mountains?"

The man said coldly: "I mean... why don't you use your monster children?"

There was a little tension in the room when these words were said.

The young masters of the demon veins were originally hostile to these four outsiders who came to compete for the magical treasures. Suddenly, they heard his obviously provocative words, and the hostility in their hearts became more obvious. Their eyes looked cold, and they had murderous intentions.

And Moshanhuangyuan's face also changed slightly, but his face was slightly cold, and he didn't speak for a while.

But at this moment, Cui Chang, the steward who moved the mountain, suddenly took a step forward and made four bows.

With a humble and humble smile on his face, he said: "My lords, don't worry, just listen to the little old man. This matter is completely voluntary for the little old man, and it is not that the old man forced me. After all, the young old man was valued by the old man before, and he helped to deduce it together. He knows best in his heart that this last sacrifice is not only to find a little boy, but also to have the blood of a demon god. It was also God who specially selected him to help the Grand Master..."

"Sacrificing the youngest son alone, in exchange for the rise of the demon realm, my son, death is worth it..."

What he said was magnanimous, considerate, and seemed rational.

There was a more oppressive silence around, only a few chuckles from the young masters of the demon veins.

"God is not so messed up!"

Among the four black shadows, the petite and exquisite person suddenly said in a cold voice, "He is your son, but you want to sacrifice him. If you are so loyal to Qianshan, why didn't you hug your son and jump into the Styx River together?"

After hearing this, Cui Chang's expression changed slightly.

But he just paused for a moment, then slowly opened his mouth, with a calm expression on his face, and his voice was clear, he said: "If I need to jump off the mountain range, the little old man will not spare his life!"

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The surrounding atmosphere was extremely suppressed for a moment, and the two men in black robes who spoke were also choked by the words.

The young masters of the surrounding demon veins couldn't hold back at this time, and the young master Tengyun sneered: "It is for the sake of that person that you are allowed to join us in conspiring with us for the creation of the Dazizai God and Demon Palace. Now that the palace gate has not yet entered, you should feel sorry for the human children first. If you do not agree to sacrifice his blood, then you will talk about whether to take the good fortune or not?"

"Yes, it would be great if you could invite you in together, but there are still so many opinions?"

"Time is running out, do you want to continue here?"

"..."

"..."

Amidst the cold and hard denunciation, the atmosphere gradually became tense.

But just when the swords were on the verge of breaking out, suddenly the little boy standing on the edge of the cliff mustered up his courage, turned his head and said crisply: "Don't say anything, Tongtong listens to the old man, listens to the father, and doesn't listen to you! Daddy said that Tongtong has made great contributions, and he will be entrusted to become a monster in the next life. Tongtong likes to be a monster and doesn't like to be a human..."

While speaking, he unexpectedly opened his two small hands slightly, and jumped down the dangerous cliff on his own initiative.

Like a bird jumping into a volcano.

Although he is small in stature, he appears to be very resolute at this moment.

"you……"

No one expected that the little boy would take the initiative to jump into the river Styx, and there was chaos for a while.

Among the four shadows, the one with exquisite stature was closer, and hastily stretched out his hand to pull the little boy, but although he was fast, he didn't expect that just when his fingers barely caught the little boy, the little boy suddenly turned around and hit his hand angrily.

...this is his talent!

He was selected as the object of the blood sacrifice because he was born with the blood of the demon god and possessed talent.

Crash!

The moment the little boy got close to the water of the Styx River, the water in the Styx River suddenly flew hundreds of feet, like a giant beast, it couldn't wait to roll the little boy in, and fell into the Styx River in an instant, without any further movement.

This little boy, with his talent, helped him complete the sacrifice.

The river Styx was too fast, and his change was so fast that no one could save him.

At this moment, Fang Yuan also suddenly felt a little cold in his body, this scene was beyond his expectation.

When he rushed to the edge of the cliff, he only saw the smile on the boy's face when he was swallowed by the river Styx.

That smile was a little proud, but also a little anticipation, and a little fear...

Fang Yuan's heart shrank violently.

There was an indescribable sense of loss in my heart, like a stormy sea.

Fortunately, no one paid attention to him at this time. All the young masters of the demon veins and the demon princes who followed them all looked at the black-robed man who was about to reach out and grab the little boy just now, with unkind eyes, showing some sarcasm and killing intent.

And the man in the black robe still stretched out his hand stiffly, but didn't take it back.

Moving the mountain deserted ape, glanced at the water of the Styx river that was gradually calming down under the dangerous cliff, with an imperceptible smile on his face, he reached out his hand to stop the murderous intent of the young masters of the demon veins, slowly looked at the man in black with his palm still frozen in the air, and smiled softly: "My friend, I also know that you are dissatisfied, but you can always tell that they are all voluntary!"

He said "they"!

It means that whether it is Cui Chang or the little boy, they are all voluntary.

It was indeed voluntary, if not voluntary, then his sacrifice would not have been successful at all.

The short man in black robe fell silent.

Below, the waters of the River Styx died down.

Swaying, the phantom dissipated and turned into a calm and turbulent river.

In this silence, Fang Yuan's eyes slowly and earnestly swept over the faces of those people in black mist, the young masters of the demon veins, the demon princes behind them, the two demon princes Cui Chang who were born in the human race, and another person.

Then he suddenly smiled, waved his sleeves, and said, "Go on!"