Chapter 125 Blood Sacrifice to the Gods Mika was startled, then smiled and said, "Elder Ivan misunderstood. I actually like both Yinyue and Xiaojing very much." Ivan snorted, a hint of doubt on his face. Ivan suddenly got angry, but the elders present all knew his character and were used to it, so there was no change on their faces. This Third Elder was an expert in alchemy, but he always protected his subordinates. He would always demand a reasonable explanation for anything that involved his subordinates. This was especially true for Yin Yue and Xiao Jing, who were his guests and his saviors. Mika didn't take it seriously and continued to ask, "Elder Ivan has been out these past few days. Has he not had time to return to Dan Palace?" Ivan said calmly, "Yes! I was indeed out these days. I came here directly after receiving the notice for the meeting." He has an alchemy room in the eastern corner of the Eternal Forest, which is close to a volcano and has a strong fire-attributed spiritual energy. This is something everyone knows. Mika said, "Elder Ivan, you may not know that two days ago at noon, I asked Xixi to bring Yinyue and Xiaojing to my Qingya Building and treated them well." Ivan said, "Oh, really?"
"It's true! I was there at the time," Davis said. He didn't say much. He put his hand on his forehead and pointed upwards. Immediately, a vivid picture appeared in the empty space in the hall. Everyone looked up and saw that Mika was hosting a banquet to entertain Yin Yue and the other man. Apparently, Elder Davis used magic to restore some of his memories. Ivan glanced at the scene. At the banquet, Mika, Yinyue and others were drinking wine, eating delicious food, chatting and laughing, and they seemed to be having a great time. Ivan nodded slightly and said, "It seems that I misunderstood Elder Mika!" Davis heard this and then retracted the spell. Seeing this, Mika said frankly: "It's not Elder Ivan's fault. To be honest, although I have a good impression of the two of them. But the doubts in my heart are still there. As long as they are in the arena, any cultivator in the late stage of the Spiritualization Realm can feel her extraordinary bloodline power." Mika paused, looked at an old man sitting at the end of the seat on the left, and said with a smile, "Shakespeare, how about you tell the story?" The old man had gray hair and sat in his seat, listening with a stern expression. At this moment, he heard Mika suddenly mention him, and he couldn't help but snap his fingers and laughed, "I knew I would have to speak." "You just pretend to be cool!" A woman next to him who looked to be around 50 years old complained, "Stop talking nonsense and get to the point." "Right away, right away!" Shakespeare smiled like a child upon hearing this, completely different from his previous indifference. He looked around and chuckled, "The clan leader and the elders have never seen Miss Yin Yue in person. Although Old Dai showed everyone a picture just now, it was a banquet and cannot explain the bloodline issue. Next, I will also show you a picture." After Shakespeare finished speaking, he flicked the hand that had been pressed on his forehead, and an image appeared above the conference room again. The protagonist of this image is still the silver moon, but this picture is much larger and clearer than Davis' previous image. As the image appeared, what came into view was a huge ice tornado raging wildly in the arena. This is undoubtedly the battle scene of the Flying Arena! All the elders present stared at the screen, not missing a single detail.
Mei Lin's father, Mei Yi, narrowed his eyes and watched every move on the field. For various reasons, he had never been to the scene to watch the fight, but now that his son's battle scene appeared before his eyes, he naturally would not let it go. In the video, Merlin took out her golden spiritual bow, bent the bow and put an arrow on it, while Yinyue held a blood-red long sword and retreated step by step in the face of the storm. After a few breaths, Meilin hooked her fingers, the bowstring vibrated, and the long arrow suddenly shot out! At almost the same time, Yin Yue's face changed drastically. Her body changed accordingly, glowing brightly, with countless lines spreading all over her body. Her whole body was instantly wrapped in silver-white armor, and then she held a blood-red long sword and suddenly slashed backwards... "Please take a closer look at this photo!" The scene goes back and finally freezes on the scene when Silver Moon transforms. In the field, Yin Yue was dressed in armor, looking majestic, with his eyes flashing blue light, blending with the extraordinary and gorgeous armor. "What does this mean?" Ivan couldn't help asking. "It explains a lot of things!" Shakespeare laughed. Sha Wen took back the image and continued, "I was actually present when Meilin and Yin Yue were fighting. When Yin Yue transformed, I couldn't resist my curiosity, so I used my spiritual sense to break through the barrier and explore her arena!" "I can confirm that her armor transformation is not a treasure, but comes from her bloodline! Do you have any objections?" Everyone shook their heads slightly when they heard this. Just now, Shakespeare had condensed and restored the battle image. With their eyesight, they had basically confirmed this. Now that Shakespeare said he had scanned it with his spiritual sense, they were naturally certain of it. For the first time, a serious look appeared on Ivan's face. He sighed in his heart: In terms of pure cultivation, he was the lowest among the ten people present, only in the middle stage of the Spiritualization Realm. Otherwise, after such a long time of contact, he should have already discovered the extraordinaryness of the two. Seeing that no one disagreed, Shakespeare continued, "Miss Yin Yue is said to be from the fox clan. But as far as I know, the demons in this world do not have this ability yet. I suspect that Miss Yin Yue's bloodline is either a mutant factor in the spirit fox, or she is a descendant of the ancient demon clan!" After Shakespeare finished speaking, a murmur of discussion broke out in the conference room. "What Shakespeare said makes sense. It is possible." "If it really is an ancient relic, it would be incredible!" "Haha, keep your voice down, don't let Mr. Yi hear it!" …… "Cough, cough, cough!" At this time, a few dry coughs were heard from the main seat, and the conference room became quiet again. A gentle voice came—— "What Shakespeare said makes sense! I remember we once analyzed that our elves have reached a critical juncture of life and death. If I remember correctly, in the past 1,500 years, no one in our tribe has broken through to the late stage of the Spiritualization. This has never happened in history!" "We have reached this level, and we can even break through the void and leave this world. But what about our descendants?" "As a last resort, we tried to merge with the dark elves again. But I think that among everyone present, no one really wants to merge with the dark elves!" At this point, the voice began to call out names one by one. "Mei Yi! Do you agree to the fusion?" Mei Yi shook his head. "Mika!"
Mika said: "Of course I don't want to!" "Davis?" "I don't want to either!" "Shakespeare?" "disagree!" "Emma?" Hearing the patriarch casually mention her name, the woman sitting next to Shakespeare shook her head without hesitation. …… Finally the voice asked, "Ivan! What do you think?" Ivan pondered for a moment and finally shook his head. "Alas, although the dark elves were originally one with us, the protracted war has increased hatred and eroded our original beautiful memories. Your thoughts should represent the thoughts of the vast majority of our people." "We have discussed solving the hidden danger of extinction. Apart from the way of fusion, it seems that the only way proposed by Flora is to offer a blood sacrifice to the God of Light to improve the bloodline of the tribe. If Miss Yin Yue is really the ancient remnant as speculated, then there is naturally more than one person. It seems that we can still try both ways. Well, Flora, how much monster blood do we need now?" Flora is the thin old man sitting in the third seat on the right, in charge of the elves' sacrifices. He heard the voice and responded: "Patriarch, we are still short of the essence and blood of four ancient monsters." At this moment, Ivan suddenly raised his head, looked at Flora with burning eyes, and asked, "How sure are you?" "Hehe, if I have enough blood from the ancient demon race to offer as a blood sacrifice to the gods, I'm about 80% sure I can succeed!" (End of this chapter)