Ye Xiyue's eyes were suddenly filled with a large white fog, and her vision was blurry. At the far end, a towering giant stone statue slowly emerged.
Mysterious and sacred, untouchable, even looking at it seems like blasphemy.
Ye Xiyue's heart was beating violently, and her blood was rushing rapidly, as if it was about to boil.
She stared straight ahead, as if controlled by an invisible force, with a strong desire in her heart - the desire to see the huge stone statue clearly!
At this moment, Emperor Shitian suddenly noticed something, and turned his head to look at Ye Xiyue, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, so deep that it was difficult to distinguish.
Almost at the same time, Fuyue also looked over, with a hint of unbelievable suspicion in his eyes.
This breath...how is it possible?
She is not even a spiritual saint yet!
Suddenly, a shrill scream sounded!
"ah!"
Nanwu lay down and curled up on the ground, and red blood began to flow rapidly from his body!
This caused the black vines to become more and more crazy, and quickly arrived at Nanwu's side, covering his body silently, and then invaded his flesh and bones.
This scene looked very weird and terrifying. Nanwu's body was shaking violently because of the pain, but he endured it and allowed the vines to penetrate into his body and devour his flesh and blood!
At the same moment, the same scene was played out on other men in black robes who fell to the ground.
Baili Zhuqing looked horrified and murmured in disbelief: "These, these people..."
He wanted to say something, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't know how to describe them.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that there were such bloody and cruel methods in the world!
Compared to this, taking one's life directly is a kind of luck.
But what is even more terrifying is that these black-robed men, including Nanwu, who have not yet completely died, seem to have no resistance to this. Instead, they are extremely pious and do not dodge or escape despite their bodies undergoing tremendous torture.
What kind of mentality is this?
"Who is the Lord of the Immortal Mountain?!"
Not only Baili Zhuqing, but other people also have the same idea in their hearts.
Suddenly, with a "bang" sound, Nanwu's body suddenly exploded!
In an instant, blood and flesh splattered everywhere!
However, Fuyue seemed to have expected it, and the icy blue seal poured down like water, sealing Nanwu inside.
God’s power grows stronger!
Everyone in the corridor was gripped by this coercion and held their breaths in concentration.
Seeing that all the spiritual saints in front lowered their heads, Emperor Shitian's eyes moved slightly, he withdrew his gaze, and then lowered his head.
Now, only Ye Xiyue was left standing upright!
She seemed not to be affected by the divine power at all, her obsidian eyes staring ahead.
In fact, she was not looking at the ice blue seal, but was trying hard to see clearly the huge stone statue hidden behind the white mist!
Between her eyebrows, the bloodline totem emerged little by little, and the light shone.
The golden spiritual roots swayed, and countless abundant and pure spiritual powers surged in!
Fuyue didn't have time to think about it. He saw Nanwu lying on the ground and gradually lost his voice. He made an immediate decision: "Let's go!"
The most important thing now is to get out of here!
As he said this, he immediately turned around and led everyone to run outside.
However, just as he was about to turn the corner, a sigh suddenly came from deep in the corridor.
A light sound seemed to come from far away in time and space.