The personal soldier of the beautiful president

This is a dilapidated altar that has gone through a long time and is full of mystery.

The altar has three floors and is made of black stones. It is nine feet high and nine feet in diameter. There are black stone steps in the southeast, north, and west.

These black stones are engraved with complicated and treacherous lines, exuding a fierce power that makes the soul tremble.

Qin Feng stood by the altar, looked up at the top of the altar, and frowned.

He followed the green-headed skull all the way, turning around and arriving at this place inexplicably.

The green-headed skull hugged Lin Wanyan who was in a coma, and stood on the top floor of the altar, looking down at him from a height.

Qin Feng could clearly feel the contempt and contempt of the green skull.

He was despised by a skeleton? !

Qin Feng was upset for a moment, and yelled at the green-headed skull: "If you have the guts, come down and challenge me one-on-one... What's the point of catching a woman? You bastard..."

He wanted to rush to save people.

However, on the first floor of the altar, eight skeletons whose aura was not weaker than the green-headed skeletons were waiting in line.

Those empty pupils just staring at Qin Feng so straightly made one's hair stand on end.

Qin Feng has tried it just now.

As long as he stepped within three meters of the altar, the eight skeletons would attack, and he would be safe and sound if he stood three meters away.

These eight skeletons are obviously responsible for guarding the altar. The three-meter area around the altar is their warning zone, and anyone who steps into it will be killed without mercy.

He is not afraid of one-on-one duels, and he is confident even in one-on-one duels...

However, it is very difficult for one person to single out eight skeletons with master-level strength.

What's more, these eight skeletons are also good at combined strikes. If he fights hard, he can't even carry three moves.

The three meters around the altar is the invincible domain of the eight skeletons. Even if the Heavenly Martial Master makes a move, it will take some effort.

Seeing that Qin Feng couldn't get close to the altar, the green-headed skull stopped paying attention to him.

It gently placed Lin Wanyan flat on the jade crystal bed.

Above the jade crystal bed, there is a dark, grape-sized ball suspended, what it is.

Wouldn't this be a sacrifice?

When Qin Feng saw this scene, his heart skipped a beat.

Didn’t the novels say that the sacrifices should be virgin boys and girls?Or is it the nine-yin virgin born at the time of Yin, Moon, Sun and Yin?
Whether Lin Wanyan was a virgin, he didn't know.

But he can be sure that Boss Lin is neither a virgin nor a nine-yin girl. After staying with Lin Wanyan for so long, he didn't find anything special about him!

But why did it become a sacrifice?
Could it be that there are no requirements for sacrifices when offering sacrifices now?
Qin Feng rants in his heart, but he keeps yelling at the green-headed skull, scolding whatever is unpleasant.

He is trying to provoke the other party on purpose...

As long as the green-headed skull rushes out of the range of the altar, he will use his big move to kill the opponent in seconds!
However, the green-headed skull turned a deaf ear, directly ignoring Qin Feng's existence, and just buried himself in his own affairs.

This is so embarrassing...

Qin Feng closed his mouth, his mouth was dry from cursing, a skeleton is a skeleton, no blood, no flesh, no skin, no face.

At this time, the green-headed skull seemed to have finished setting up the altar, and then went down to the second floor of the altar. Only then did Qin Feng see that there was a big black drum on the second floor of the altar.

Except for the abnormal black color, this big drum looks no different from ordinary war drums.

The green-headed skeleton stood in front of the war drum, and grabbed a drumstick that was horizontally placed on the drum stand with both hands. The shape of this drumstick was a bit like a human or an animal's leg bone?

Seeing the green-headed skull holding up the drum, Qin Feng's uneasiness became more intense.

"Fuck..."

Qin Feng suddenly remembered the strange sound of war drums that could affect his mind that he heard in Nantanshan that day.

His expression changed drastically, and he was about to retreat, but saw the green-headed skull smash the drum down with all his strength.

Boom!
The sound of war drums, as dull as thunder, exploded in the depths of his soul.

Qin Feng was stunned for a moment, and stood there dumbfounded, as if he had lost his soul.

dong dong dong...

Another three consecutive drumbeats.

The sound of war drums that shocked the soul, like a torrential wave, spread quickly, and the entire spiritual space echoed with the sound of war drums.

The sound of war drums hit the depths of the soul, whether it was a skeleton in a different dimension or a human practitioner, they all stood still, motionless.

Practitioners who are closer have a stronger feeling, as if the soul is about to leave the body. The pain of this kind of soul stripping is like peeling and cramping, making them howl again and again...

Qin Feng was awakened by the severe pain caused by the separation of the soul. He bit the tip of his tongue hard and forced himself to stay awake.

Operate the Dao Yin-Yang technique, hold the Yuan and keep the One, and stabilize the mind.

The sound of the drums this time seems to be different from last time.

The last time it was affecting the mind and controlling the mind, but this time it seems to be soul-destroying?
The sound of war drums is like the murmur of a demon, wave after wave, constantly eroding the soul.

Qin Feng felt that his soul was roaring violently, and he was extremely eager to get out of his body.

The tearing pain of the soul leaving the body is three points more terrifying than the skin cramps.

Qin Feng gritted his teeth, but didn't shout out.

He directly closed his ear consciousness!

The last time he was almost lost his mind by the weird sound of war drums, afterward he searched for some information and found that sealing the six senses was the most direct way.

As for whether it is effective, there is no practical demonstration.

It is absolutely impossible to seal all the six senses.

Close the ear consciousness, can no longer hear the sound of the outside world, cut off the sound of war drums, and the soul is quiet.

effective?

However, Qin Feng still underestimated the influence of the sound of the war drums. Before he had time to rejoice, his soul that had just calmed down began to become restless again.

He closed his ear consciousness, so he couldn't hear the sound of war drums, which indeed had a certain effect.

Tiger King was no longer affected by the sound of war drums.

However, Qin Feng was too close to the altar, even if he closed his ear consciousness, his soul could not avoid being bewitched by the sound of war drums.

The soul is getting more and more irritable, and Fangfo wants to get rid of the shackles of the physical body at any time.

The severe pain made Qin Feng's face distorted and hideous.

As long as he was farther away from the altar, he would be much less affected by the sound of war drums. However, he looked at Lin Wanyan who was unconscious on the top of the altar with firm eyes.

He bit his lip, and instead of retreating, he walked towards the altar step by step.

No matter what, he couldn't let anything happen to Lin Wanyan!
The green-headed skull beat the drum again and again, and every time it hammered, its soul fire dimmed.

After ten blows, his torch-like soul fire shrunk by two-thirds, leaving only a cluster of soul fire, flickering, as if it would be extinguished at any moment.

The frequency of beating the drum is also much slower, and every beat seems to consume a lot of energy...

On the top floor of the altar, Lin Wanyan was lying on top of the jade crystal, unconscious, and faint traces of smoke-like black air flow could be seen, overflowing from the black ball, and slowly sinking into his mind.

"Stop, stop..."

Qin Feng half-kneeled three meters in front of the altar, panting heavily, and glared at the green-headed skeleton angrily. His tone was a little weak, but his murderous aura was extremely terrifying.

He endured ten beats of the war drum, his head was about to explode, and his soul was on the verge of losing control.

He wanted to rush to save people, but there was nothing he could do.

If he beat the drum a few more times, his soul would probably collapse...

The green-headed skull seemed to glance at Qin Feng, and the fire of the soul jumped violently. If it had any expression, it must be shocked.

How could a human being be able to stay around the altar and forcibly endure ten beats of war drums without breaking his soul?

This battle soul drum is driven by the power of the soul, and every blow hits the depths of the soul directly. A practitioner with weaker strength can disperse his soul with one blow.

Like a master-level powerhouse, if he gets close to the altar, he can only withstand six blows at most!
It takes a strong and strong soul to withstand ten drums of war spirit without falling down?
The green-headed skull just sighed with emotion, and then continued to beat the drum. It had more important things to do.

It doesn't care about Qin Feng's life or death.

The last two strokes left...

It's just that, under No. 11, it can't be hammered down no matter what.

Its soul fire was already very weak, it was not enough to support him beating the drum, and the bones all over his body were crackling, as if it would collapse at any moment.

The eight skeletons on the first floor of the altar suddenly moved their positions and put on a strange formation. Immediately, wisps of soul fire flew out of their heads, turned into thin threads, and poured into the green-headed skeleton's head inside.

The green-headed skull's soul fire, which was so weak that it was about to be extinguished, sprang up as if it encountered the flame of gasoline.

Boom!
No.11 under the drum.

Vast and boundless.

The surrounding air seemed to be constantly squeezed inward, and Qin Feng felt that his soul was about to be squeezed.

His face was as pale as paper.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, he practiced the soul-fixing technique while enduring the infinite pain caused by his soul.

The soul-fixing technique is a small secret technique to strengthen the soul. It is generally used when the soul is unstable due to fright.

This is a small secret technique that Qin Feng accidentally discovered. He always thought it was tasteless and had no practical use.

At this time, a dead horse is also used as a living horse doctor. What if it works?
After casting the soul-fixing technique, his soul miraculously stabilized, and the tearing pain receded like a tide.

Really useful?
Qin Feng was overjoyed, this was beyond his expectation.

Boom!
No.12 under the sound of war drums.

Enduring.

Circles of fluctuations that were invisible to the naked eye surged from the war drum in all directions, quickly covering the entire spiritual space.

Whether it is a practitioner or a skeleton, the soul is shocked, as if struck by lightning, and they fall to the ground, motionless, life or death.

hum!
This wave surged back quickly again, crushing the black ball into a drop of black liquid, which dripped between Lin Wanyan's eyebrows, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Indistinctly, one can see a faint black drop-shaped line between Lin Wanyan's brows.

Kaka…

The soul fires of the eight skeletons were all poured into the head of the green-headed skeleton, and they died dimly. They instantly turned into ashes and dissipated.

The green-headed skeleton sat down on the altar, the fire of the sluggish soul kept beating, and seemed to be quite emotional.

It looked at the top of the altar, as if it was waiting piously for something...