Wu Ma Xi looked at the eastern sky with cold eyes, where a crescent moon was hanging with a hint of redness, like a blood-red eye, looking down at the vast land.
This is a unique phenomenon in the northwest region - the death stare.[]
It is said that a big reason why Lou Yuyi entered the northwest was to experience the gaze of death. Unfortunately, he wandered in the northwest for nearly three years and was unable to fulfill his wish. However, his wish was granted by later generations of poets.
It's round, based on the famous song "Strange Love of Modern and Ancient Times under the Blood Moon", the last thing Lou Yuyi saw before his death was exactly a crescent of red moon.
The Death Gaze has always been a symbol of evil and chaos. In the "Evil Species" written by the poet Yang Kan, the Death Gaze ranks third, much higher than the ranking of the corpse chaser. And the Death Gaze ranks third.
Ningmu has indeed lived up to Yangkan's expectations. In the history of realm cultivation, there are many famous killings that took place under the gaze of the eyes of death, including the battle between the three interpretations, Xiao Chu's dead end, Qingqiu's turmoil, and
There was the Göring Massacre that took place beneath these ruins.
The ruins at your feet were originally called Daxing Jiazi Camp. When Daxing Temple attacked Golin City, they camped here for nearly six months. After Golin City was defeated, Daxing Temple took over the remaining 60,000 soldiers in the city.
People moved here together and carried out a three-day massacre.
The famous painter Li Lietao used this massacre as the theme to create a famous painting "Bloody Night in Goring City". Under the blood-red moonlight, the butcher's knife was as cold as frost. Prisoners of Goring City were sitting or lying.
, looking blankly at the bewitching and strange night around him, with a numb and desperate expression, he let the butcher knife fall on his neck without making any dodge.
This painting has been called an evil painting since the day it was completed. As soon as Li Liehao completed the painting, he went crazy and set fire to his home. The originally calm weather suddenly blew a strong wind, and the fire took advantage of the wind and destroyed the entire painting.
Maplewood Town was burned to the ground.
Since then, this painting has been collected by thirteen museums for thousands of years, as if it was cursed. Without exception, these thirteen museums were destroyed by fire, and almost all the collections in the museum were burned. And this painting "Bloody Night in Goring City"
"But it seemed to be protected by the evil god. After dozens of fires, it didn't even suffer any damage.
Five hundred years ago, Mu Wufeng, the dean of the Royal Artistic Conception Academy of Daxia, acquired this painting in the northwest, brought it back to Zihao City, and kept it in the Imperial City Museum, together with Wu Daozi's famous painting "Meeting in the Orchid Pond"
Become a neighbor.
After that, the evil spirit of this painting seemed to be suppressed, and it remained quiet for two hundred years.
Two hundred years later, when the Great Xia Dynasty was overthrown, the palace was maliciously set on fire. The fire continued and the nearby Imperial City Museum was completely burned. "Bloody Night in Goring City" and "The Meeting at Lanchi" were simultaneously
Disappeared and never appeared again.
Wu Maxi had heard the story of Golin's massacre many times. Standing in the ruins at this moment, she seemed to be able to feel the wisps of resentment, eroding through the hair into her body. Looking around, in the shadows
On the heavy ruins, there seemed to be wisps of resentful spirits twisting and shouting under the bloody moonlight.
He has been expelling corpses for more than ten years, and has seen many kinds of corpses, but he has never seen a similar miserable scene. Wu Maxi has been as hard-hearted as a child and is not moved by such visions.
Make your own preparations at your own pace.
This kind of night, this kind of scene, is a good atmosphere for killing people.
He looked at Huo Bihai, who was not far away. He had tortured him for nearly four hours and was already on the verge of death. Unfortunately, this smooth-talking guy was actually a tough guy. No matter how hard Wu Ma Xi tried, he still had no choice.
I can get more useful things out of him.
Wuma Xi no longer had much hope for him. The black horn jumped out from the elephant ring, picked up the immobilized Huo Bihai, and quickly jumped towards the stone platform in front.
That stone platform was the guillotine used in the Goering Massacre. The entire stone platform was made of marble, but it showed a tragic dark red color. It is said that this was because the masters of the Daxing Hall set up formations here.
Under the guidance of the formation, the blood of more than 60,000 people seeped into the platform, dyeing the white stone platform dark.
On the stone platform at this time, Wuma Xi had arranged a large fishing array. This was a fishing method designed by Wuma Xi. It was very simple, but the effect was absolutely the same.
After Wujiao got on the stone platform, he started to walk cautiously. After careful turns, he finally reached the center of the high platform. He carefully hung Huo Bihai on a carved stone pillar and put on the phoenix pattern moon bracelet.
In his hand.
After Wujiao returned to the original path, Wu Maxi put it away, weaved it into the wind and disappeared into the ruins at night, patrolling slowly, quietly waiting for his prey.
Under the gaze of the God of Death, there seemed to be a chill oozing out of his whole body, making the effect of drifting into the night with the wind not so perfect, but Wu Ma Xi was inexplicably full of confidence in himself and the confidence to win.
A night owl flew across the sky, making a shrill and shrill cry.
Wu Maxi looked up and saw that the strange bird had already flown away and disappeared into the darkness in the distance, leaving only a red moon hanging in the sky, slowly swimming towards the sky.
The color becomes more and more sad and cruel.
A strange cold wind blew through the ruins, carrying a faint wail, as if coming from a very far and deep hell.
Amidst this wailing, a slight sound of footsteps sounded quietly, like dead leaves falling in the courtyard.
No need to worry about guessing, Wu Ma Xi had already caught a glimpse of the owner of the footsteps. A thin man appeared behind a broken wall, walking slowly towards the ruins step by step. After taking a few steps, he paused and hesitated slightly.
Then it continued forward.
The broken walls in the ruins could not stop the opponent's journey. After a while, the man came to the foot of the guillotine, stood on the edge of the stone platform and looked at it. After a moment, he suddenly trembled and seemed to recognize Huo Bihai on the platform.
, asked: "Brother Ninth? Is that you?"
Huo Bihai opened his mouth, but he was too weak to make any sound.
The man called out several times under the stone platform, but Huo Bihai never responded. He hesitated for a moment, looked into the darkness behind him, walked up the mottled stone steps, and soon arrived at the center of the stone platform.
.
The man stood in front of Huo Bihai for a moment, sighed, squatted down, narrowed his eyes slightly, and reached out to touch the moon bracelet on Huo Bihai's wrist.
"Crack..."
Following bursts of sudden thunderbolts, countless bright blue and purple lightning bolts suddenly emerged from the stone platform, like twisted fence chains, wrapping the entire stone platform inside.
The thin figure stood in the center of countless lightning bolts, howling crazily and twisting his body exaggeratedly, like a hell demon chained by gorgeous chains, roaring in the thunder and lightning with its fangs and claws.
Huo Bihai was already dying, but was struck by lightning and died instantly. He opened a pair of big, hollow eyes, and two bolts of lightning came out of his eyes and shot towards the man in front of him.
Soul-locking electric chain, one of Wu Ma Xi's large formations obtained from Zi Ji.
After inspecting the stone platform for nearly an hour and carefully observing the feng shui, Wu Maxi decided to spend a huge amount of money to set up this formation.
The lightning on the stone platform twisted and raged, illuminating the area as bright as day, and the light and shadow flowed like chao, like a hundred ghosts carnival.
After a moment, the figure in the lightning stopped struggling and slowly lay on the ground. The raging lightning also began to weaken rapidly and disappeared after a while.
Wisps of light smoke slowly rose from the stage, rising in the blood-red moonlight.
Wuma Xi waited for a moment, then weaved a corpse-killing curse and planted it on Huo Bihai. Huo Bihai then forcibly removed the sealing ring from his neck, fastened it around the person's neck, and then tied it with ropes, tying him up.
After being secure, he picked up the man and jumped off the stone platform, and soon met Wuma Xi.
There is still one breath left.
Wu Maxi checked the man's pulse and found that the power of the soul-locking electric chain was well controlled.
He turned his head to look at Huo Bihai next to him, and suddenly discovered that the face of the dead body was undergoing strange changes. Countless blood streaks twisted and spread like earthworms, gradually gathering on the forehead of the corpse.
Wu Ma Xi's face was solemn, and he immediately ordered the corpse to move away. However, this corpse seemed to have its own spiritual consciousness, and used its will to resist the drive of the corpse exorcism curse. Under Wu Ma Xi's repeated urging, it reluctantly gave out a slight smile.
Move outward.
Seeing this strange change, Wu Maxi knew something was wrong and did not dare to delay. She quickly stood up and prepared to retreat.
The bloodshot eyes on the corpse's face finally converged on the forehead, and quickly formed a strange circular structure. Then the corpse opened its mouth, and a huge bloody net spurted out from the mouth, overwhelming towards Wuma Xi.
passed.
Wuma Xi was shocked, her body shot out towards the projectile, and at the same time, she threw her prisoner into the blood net with a wave of her hand.
As soon as the blood net came into contact with the prisoner, it immediately shrank inward and gathered together, and the blood-red mesh flashed across the surface of the prisoner's body. The prisoner's body immediately curled up into a lobster shape, trembling constantly, and bursts of deep roars came out of his mouth.
What a weird thing?
Wu Maxi quickly dived into the darkness around her, and then weaved into the night with the wind, quickly turning light into darkness, and began to parade around the field.
Although there was no monitoring to detect the artistic conception, Wu Maxi could clearly sense the danger lurking in the ruins.
Who is the opponent? Using the blood of the dead as a means of attack is definitely not the idea on the mainland.
Huo Bihai's body still stood in the same place, spurting out a mouthful of blood again, quickly dispersing into mist in the air, and disappearing invisible under the blood-red moonlight.
Wuma Xi's face was as pale as frost, and she slowly walked around in the darkness, looking for the hidden enemy.
Looking around, the ruins under the moonlight are covered with messy coverings and dark shadows everywhere.
Ziji belongs to darkness. Wu Maxi has been walking underground for two years and has long been accustomed to the darkness. Fighting in such an environment, he does not have any discomfort. He walks like a fox and searches for himself like a cheetah.
prey.
There seemed to be a strange coolness spreading over me, and I could smell a faint smell of blood in my nose, mixed with a hint of moonlight-like coolness.
Wu Maxi looked around at the darkness around her, suddenly stopped, and after frowning slightly, began to carefully examine the surrounding terrain and Feng Shui configuration, then squatted down and began to arrange the array.
His movements were very fast, and very quickly, a small formation began to take shape.
Suddenly there was a scream of a night owl in the sky. When Wu Maxi looked up, she saw the unlucky bird falling from the sky, and the skull depicted above his head kept flashing in the tumbling process.
The direction in which the night owl fell was exactly where Wuma Xi was hiding.
Wu Ma Xi quickly raised the moon like a bow and nailed an arrow to the night owl, knocking the night owl away, leaving only a few drops of blood spilled out.
Those few drops of blood quickly stretched into filaments in the air, twisting and intertwining like lightning, weaving into a mysterious and familiar pattern.
As soon as the bloodshot figure took shape, the falling force suddenly stopped and it was suspended in the air more than ten meters above the ground. The reddish moonlight all around was converging towards the center of the figure, and a strange red light circulated on the outline of the figure, like a spider.