As the bells dissipated, the world fell into dead silence again. The blood river surrounding the Demon Palace continued to surge, and blood-colored bubbles rose up one by one, exploding in the air, and the pungent smell of blood filled the surrounding area.
"Can the Demonic Dragon Jiao really be so generous?" Someone looked up at the magnificent palace and sighed thoughtfully.
As soon as these words came out, many people couldn't help but resonate. A demon dragon at the peak of its blood soul, setting up a nine-spirited dragon array, building an evil demon temple, and speaking the words of an old man. All of this is really unbelievable.
Everyone looked at each other in confusion, and finally looked at the big-eared monk in the front.
Su Fucai looked at everyone's eyes and felt a little at a loss. Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and made a decision in his heart. He stepped forward to the center, then turned around, looked up at everyone, and said:
"Buddha said: A thought that is far from the truth is all delusion. This is just a blind trick of the devil. Wait for the poor monk to go with the others and break the magic."
His eyes were wandering, and cold sweat was faintly flowing out of his forehead.
"Haha, you fat monk, can't you take the lead and find out what's going on for us?" Someone laughed loudly, as if laughing at his cowardice.
Su Fucai cursed secretly in his heart, then pretended to be a master, glanced at him lightly, and said: "The Tao is one foot high, and the devil is ten feet high. The Taoism of the poor monk is not enough to subdue this demonic dragon.
Please join me, the poor monk, and work together to achieve infinite power."
Everyone showed contempt for him, and then looked at the demon statue behind him. They saw that the stones outside the demon statue's eyes were shattered, revealing scarlet pupils. The ground shook violently, and two arrows shot out from its eyes.
The red light pillars intertwined together and turned into a long blood-colored bridge, spanning both ends of the blood river. The palace door also opened, and dazzling golden light rose into the sky, making it impossible to see clearly what was going on inside.
The young man in black clothes at the front flashed his eyes and jumped up like a ghost. The sky was full of afterimages. Around him, many people moved at the wind. In the blink of an eye, several people rushed onto the Blood Bridge and entered the palace.
Lin Zixuan also took steps, walking as fast as flying, in front of the crowd. Su Fucai shouted: "Amitabha, don't worry, donor", then he spread his legs and ran faster than a rabbit, chasing the figure in front of him...
The moment Lin Zixuan stepped in, he finally saw the scene inside clearly. He suddenly felt that the palace was so gorgeous. The four walls were carved with gods, demons, and green-faced fangs, which were hideous and terrifying. At the four corners of the palace, there were four fire racks with green flames.
Beating, showing a strange atmosphere; on the central altar of the palace, a black iron rod was inserted into it, and on top of the iron rod, there seemed to be a black ape silhouette jumping.
"Horcrux?!" Some knowledgeable people looked at the iron rod and exclaimed.
When the young man in black shirt looked at the iron rod, his eyes were fiery. He stepped forward, turned around and glanced at everyone, his eyes seemed to be sharp, and he said coldly, "This thing belongs to our Beast Barbarian Gang, no one can wait for it."
, don’t get involved, otherwise, you will die!”
The cold young man next to Li Yunxi took a step forward. He stared at the young man in black, his eyes sharp, and said coldly: "What if I, the Lord of Tianlong City, want it?"
At this time, the delicate woman with a pair of slender and well-proportioned legs walked out. She was seen swaying lightly on her lotus steps, and her eyes were shining like stars and bright moons. She shyly said: "This iron rod,
The slave family really wants it?"
When people around her listened to her words, they couldn't help but breathe quickly. Su Fucai narrowed his eyes slightly, pinched the fat on his thighs hard, and tried to calm himself down. He cursed in his heart: "You can't do that, you beauty is a troublemaker."
, Fatty has to keep his composure, otherwise he will be exposed."
At this moment, the blue-robed scholar Zhou Xuan and the scarred man were hidden in the crowd. They stared at the black iron rod intently, for fear of being snatched away.
When the whole situation was relatively stable, three more fire-suited youths walked out of the crowd. The first one was very imposing, with long fiery red hair hanging casually behind his shoulders. The two people next to him had somewhat similar faces, and Lin Zixuan
Looking at the two figures, he trembled in his heart. He was no stranger to that young man. When they were in the Beastman Gang that day, the strong man in golden armor had given them instructions. It seemed that that man was also from Yan Mansion.
He looked at Yan Danchen beside him and asked, "Who are those two people?"
Yan Danchen turned around and looked at Lin Zixuan in surprise. He actually knew her relationship with those two people. She glanced at her mouth and said: "One of them is my cousin and the other is my cousin. They are both in Lieyan."
Zong Cultivation."
Lin Zixuan nodded, stopped talking, and watched silently. He guessed in his heart that a melee was brewing.
"Everyone, Yan is here to get this soul weapon on the order of his master. I wonder if you can endure the pain and give it to me. I will definitely be grateful." He moved forward and cupped his hands.
"Yan Haochen, you have such a big tone, can you rely on the Lieyan Sect to swallow it all?" The man with a sword eyebrow walked out immediately, looked at the young man in the fire suit, and said in a cold voice.
There was a burst of booing from the people around, but they remained silent because this was a matter between the Yan and Song families and they could not get involved.
The young man next to Yan Haochen took a step forward. He looked at the sword-browed man and said angrily: "Song Chengwei, is your Song family worthy of intervening?"
"What a joke, how can your Yan family stop me?" the sword-browed man shouted.
At this time, a majestic pressure of spiritual energy came over. The cold man took out his black long sword, pointed it at everyone, and said: "If you want a Horcrux, first ask me if I agree with the sword?"
The young man in black shirt ignored it indifferently, the wind was blowing under his feet, his hands were bent into the shape of eagle claws, and the strong suction force was drawn towards the iron rod on the altar.
The cold man snorted coldly and swung out his sharp sword energy, cutting off the suction force in an instant.
The delicate woman saw the right moment, and the colorful silk and satin from her sleeves flew out like sharp arrows, directly binding the iron rod.
Yan Haochen took a deep breath, and the flame took shape between his fingers. He lit it in the air, and the flame expanded rapidly and turned into a slender fire snake, and the silk satin was instantly swallowed up by it.
Song Chengwei on the side was not to be outdone, and walked on the wind. He punched with one hand, and a huge amount of spiritual power was condensed in his fist. In just one roar, he knocked back several people. Looking at the black iron rod that was close at hand, his face
A smile emerged.
Suddenly, his body froze in the air, unable to move. His expression suddenly changed. Looking at the two rings of fire on his feet and the cold smiles of the two fire-suited youths behind him, his heart felt extremely cold.
Looking at the chaotic scene, Lin Zixuan did not move, just looked at the portrait on the wall quietly. Yan Danchen's beautiful eyes stared at him in shock. She didn't understand why he didn't take the powerful soul weapon, but looked at some insignificant things.
Useless image?
Lin Zixuan was stunned. There were numerous and lifelike demon statues carved on the wall. The charm in the painting was like a demon god standing tall in the sky, ferocious and ferocious, with overwhelming arrogance.
"Who painted this extraordinary portrait?" Lin Zixuan kept touching it with his hand, only to feel a biting coldness.
Lin Zixuan kept watching. These murals, without exception, were extremely complete, as if they had just been painted not long ago.
Suddenly, there was a black shadow on the wall. The black shadow continued to expand. The black shadow wriggled strangely. Another black shadow emerged from it. Then, the number of black shadows became more and more.
Soon, it filled the entire wall.
Lin Zixuan's heart trembled. He only felt that there were many shadows on the wall. (To be continued)