When Peng Zhanyi led Wu Jiang and Peng Zhongyuan to feel Yingduchou, it was already more than an hour later. Yingduchou was between the mountains, a grand canyon about a thousand feet deep, stretching for thousands of miles, like the blood of ancient gods and demons.
If you are not careful with your big mouth, you will be mercilessly swallowed
Peng Zhanyi pointed at the mist-shrouded canyon from a distance and said: "This is Yingduchou. It is a famous and dangerous place in the Shiwan Mountains. The people who gather medicine, collect firewood, and herd sheep nearby are not willing to enter it at will."
There is fog all year round, and there are many poisonous insects and snakes, so most travelers are reluctant to go inside. There will be huge tornadoes in the canyon. If the birds fly over the canyon, they will be caught accidentally, so there are eagles.
The name Duchou"
Wu Jiang smiled and said: "After hearing what Brother Peng said, I became more interested. Let's go in and have a look! It's best to meet that woman and get to know her well."
After finishing speaking, Wu Jiang took the lead and flew into the mist-shrouded canyon.
Now that Wu Jiang has made up his mind to enter the Shadow Sect, the Peng family and his son, who are very attentive to the first batch of subordinates, are good candidates. One is one of the ten golden elders of the Shadow Sect, and the other controls the Wanling City branch.
, rich in oil and water. With the help of these two people, Wu Jiang believes that his actions in the Shadow Gate will be more convenient.
After entering Yingduchou, the moist mist hit his face. Wu Jiang's heart moved. If his "Mist Roaming Clouds Art" is used in such an environment, the power will be doubled!
After walking less than half a mile, Wu Jiang suddenly waved his hand and sent out more than ten faint wind blades to the right. He only heard two screams coming from the mist, and two corpses in black clothes were revealed.
Seeing the light gray wind blade emitted by Wu Jiang, the Peng family and his son couldn't help but look at each other in shock. When Wu Jiang fought with Peng Zhongyuan, Wu Jiang did not reveal the strength of his wind spiritual root. Now that he has used it, the Peng family and his son are facing Wu Jiang.
Strength has to be re-evaluated
You must know that the four hidden spiritual roots are unique spiritual roots, and the combat effectiveness of the four hidden attributes is much stronger than the combat effectiveness of the four ordinary spiritual roots.
"There is actually a hidden sentry this time. It seems that since I broke in last time, the defense here has been strengthened." Peng Zhanyi suppressed the shock in his heart and said.
Peng Zhongyuan said: "I think we should be more careful. I always feel that there is something weird here!"
After the last cry, Wujiang's spiritual consciousness opened up his mind and was greatly improved. In the past, it could only extend to ten feet outside the body, but now it can extend as far as fifty feet away.
With Wu Jiang's spiritual consciousness doing the research, they went in and found three more groups of secret sentries, but Wu Jiang killed them all quietly.
When Peng and his son saw Wu Jiang behind him, they were so clean and neat, especially Wu Jiang's silent wind blade, killing people invisible in the fog, which made them dazzled.
About half an hour later, Peng Zhanyi said: "Brother Wu, be careful, we are already very close to the altar, and we will be there in half a tea light at most!"
Wu Jiang nodded and said, "Well, you two, be careful."
As the three people from Wujiang went deeper, the fog became thicker and thicker. In the distance, Wujiang heard a chant, and there were many strange notes in the voice such as "咿...孭...噕..."
After turning a 90-degree bend, Wu Jiang felt that his vision was broadened. He saw a tall altar erected on an open space in the canyon. The altar was covered with black mist, making it impossible to see clearly what was inside.
What's going on? But the strange sound that the three people in Wujiang have been hearing came from the black mist.
There were many dead bones and skeletons around the high platform. At first glance, it looked very weird. The high platform was completely black with some weird patterns carved on it. Wu Jiang had never seen it before, but when he saw this high platform, he knew that this high platform was what Peng Zhanyi said.
the altar
Under the altar, there were more than ten men in black standing around the altar. One of the middle-aged men had a gold thread embroidered on his clothes. In front of these more than ten people, there were two or three scarred walkers kneeling on the ground.
, like a prisoner about to be executed
The three people from Wujiang hid behind a big stone. Peng Zhanyi whispered: "The middle-aged man with a golden thread on his clothes is Lin Tianyang from the Tiansha Sect. The other ten men in black are probably his former disciples. They were there just now."
The cultivation level of the secret sentry outside is lower than that of the flyers, I think they should be the ordinary disciples of the Tiansha Sect before!"
Suddenly, the strange sound that the three people in Wujiang had been hearing suddenly stopped, and they only heard a soft female voice coming from the black mist of the altar: "Lin Tianyang, prepare the sacrifices, the Ancestral God and the others will be ready to enjoy them soon...
"
Lin Tianyang saluted respectfully: "Yes, Miss"
I saw Lin Tianyang saying to the other ten men in black: "Prepare the sacrifices and make sure there are no omissions. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"
"Yes" the ten people responded in unison
I could only hear the solemn voice of the young lady coming from the black mist: "Heaven is the father and the earth is the mother. In the name of the ancestral god Amodoye, today the believer Yasha is willing to sacrifice twenty-eight portions of primary spiritual food to plead with the Heavenly Father.
Mother Earth gave Yasha a gift!"
I saw countless black tentacles suddenly appearing in the black mist. These black hands caught the twenty-eight walkers kneeling under the altar into the black mist like chickens...
Then, there were screams one after another. The screams made the three people in Wujiang feel horrified and shuddered.
Wu Jiang secretly spread his spiritual consciousness, and soon he discovered something strange on the altar. It seemed that the strange notes he had been hearing were the spiritual consciousness coming from the altar. After entering the black mist above the altar, Wu Jiang clearly understood
I felt a stagnation force, but this stagnation force was not very strong. Wu Jiang's powerful spiritual consciousness easily entered the black mist.
Then, Peng and his son saw Wu Jiang's pupils shrinking and his breathing changing slightly, as if he had seen something frightening.
What caught Wu Jiang's eyes was a woman in black with a graceful figure. This woman's skin was as white as snow, as charming as a peach and a plum, and she had a melon-seed face. At first glance, Wu Jiang seemed to be unable to find any other description of her beauty except that she looked like a fairy.
The word describes the towering and exposed deep ravine, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the ice and jade bones make people want to take possession of it immediately.
With such an appearance, she is more beautiful than Jun Ningxiang, Ice Princess, Baihua Princess, and even three points more beautiful than Tao Qingyin. Of course, Tao Qingyin's innate mysterious temperament is
What no one can imitate is also the most attractive thing about Tao Qingyin
From then on, the woman exuded a strange aura. This aura seemed to be no longer human, which confused Wu Jiang. Wu Jiang guessed that this person was the mysterious woman who had fought with the Peng family and his son, who had just called herself Ya.
What Wu Jiang never expected about Sha's woman was that this mysterious woman turned out to be such a charming woman...
However, Yasha's behavior at this time made Wu Jiang feel horrified. He saw twenty-eight walkers standing next to Yasha. These twenty-eight people seemed to have lost consciousness and were like puppets.
Yasha stretched out the tender catkin that was white and red, like a spring onion, and then gently inserted one hand into the abdomen of a walker.
Then, a life book the size of a walnut appeared in Yasha's hand...