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There is a stench everywhere in the underground palace, which is continuously wafting from the black pool.

The last time I came, I was escorted.

However, after lifting the third-generation assistant envoy's curse, Shengting Shengzi arrived very quickly, so that Qi Yan and Zuo Yin were unable to observe this place carefully.

But now, Zuo Yin took a few steps forward, approaching and holding the mural.

As soon as his body moved, Qi Yan, who was still firmly grasped by him, also followed him forward.

Zuo Yin couldn't help but cocked his mouth and quickened his pace.

The black ink is messy and disorderly.

There are dots of black ink around the route drawn by each line, which seems to be chaotic, but in fact there are traces to follow.

"It's like a formation." It may be because he suffered a disadvantage outside the Bruhe family's palace during the last holy banquet, and because Qi Yan had no restrictions on him, Zuo Yin read a lot in the Cappadocia library. Classics about formations.

Qi Yan glanced at him appreciatively.

"That's right." It was indeed a formation.

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In addition to the necromancers in Cappadocia who are proficient in formations, there are also other blood races who will dabble, but they don't get the point. Humans will also learn the same, and the energy they cast can be large or small.

In Qi Yan's eyes, the formation in front of him was completely vulnerable.

It's just a half-finished product.

Zuo Yin raised his eyebrows, he knew it from Qi Yan's expression.

It's just an insignificant little formation.

Zuo Yin glanced again, closed his sense of smell and walked towards Heichi.

Qi Yan let him lead, and the two stood still in front of the legendary Black Pool of Purgatory in the Holy Court.

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The sound of gurgling bubbles continued, and black smoke mixed with flames floated on the surface of the black pool.

What exactly is in here.

The dark green fire shone on Zuo Yin's side face. At this moment, he was frowning tightly, staring at the black pool in front of him. His previously stern eyebrows and eyes were restrained a lot when facing Qi Yan.

Qi Yan's eyes wandered on Zuo Yin's face for a moment and then retracted, "What do you see?"

Zuo Yin shook his head, then suddenly bent down and stretched out his hand.

Qi Yan's eyes froze, and he clasped his hands hard, pulling him back.

The action to test the temperature of the flames was interrupted, Zuo Yin turned his head to look at Qi Yan.

They just stared at each other for a second and couldn't help but smile.

Low laughter drifted away.

Qi Yan raised her eyebrows.

Zuo Yin smiled subduedly, and gave a light and shallow laugh, appearing very happy, with joy in his brows.

"I'm just trying Wen." Zuo Yin raised the corners of his lips and murmured.

Not to mention that he didn't want to put his hand into the black pool, even if he really touched the black water, it might not hurt him.

Although the bloodline is sealed, this pool of black water alone is not enough to fear.

***

After a short smile, Zuo Yin sullenly followed behind Qi Yan.

There was a deep gully between the eyebrows, as if something was missing in his hand.

I knew I would stop laughing.

Qi Yan walked in front, and the underground palace seemed to exist in that second layer of space apart from the teleportation restriction, which was isolated from here.

Or just use the curse to interfere with the mechanism, so that they can't detect it.

In short, there must be another world here.

With the talisman that lifted the teleportation restriction in hand, Qi Yan narrowed his eyes.

His footsteps slowed down, and Zuo Yin walked to his side, staring at him.

For the first time, Qi Yan avoided Zuo Yin's gaze and turned his gaze away.

"Give me your hand." Qi Yan stretched out his palm to him.

A palm with some fiery temperature fell into it.

Zuo Yin lowered his eyes.

Holding Qi Yan with his backhand, as if he got his wish, the corners of his lips quickly raised a curve, and then disappeared again.

It feels good to hold it like this.

......

The power of the bloodline is running again, and the powerful energy penetrates the heavy curse.

When I looked up, it was no longer the Black Pool Purgatory where I was before.

A more intense fishy smell than that of Heichi came to the nostrils.

Eyes full of blood.

But there was no smell of blood.

I don't know what kind of liquid stained the room.

The whole space is scarlet.

"What is this place?"

Zuo Yin looked left and right, taking in all the indoor situation.

Qi Yan's face was cold, red light appeared in his eyes, the teleport just now was still disturbed.

Zuo Yin also noticed something unusual, her eyes gradually darkened, she exerted a little force on the hand hanging by her side, and said in a deep voice, "Do it again."

***

With Zuo Yin's assistance, Qi Yan was saved a lot of trouble.

After a while, the two appeared in a long corridor shrouded in darkness.

In the darkness, the curses used for defense or attack were useless, and they walked unimpeded towards the depths of the corridor.

"Another crash?"

A dull voice hidden under the black robe came from the front.

Qi Yan and Zuo Yin both stopped and listened.

"Yeah, it's too weak."

"It's unbearable at this level, it's really embarrassing."

"Go, go, throw him into the black pool."

"Tsk, trouble."

...

"You two, what are you talking about?"

Across a wall, the indistinguishable voice of the Saint Son of the Holy Court sounded.

"Holy, Holy Son!" The two men in black robes hurriedly saluted.

One of them was more clever, and took the lead to recover and explain: "Master Shengzi, we are preparing to drag this person to the Black Pool, why are you free today?"

The Son's indiscriminate voice snorted coldly, with disdain, "It's really useless."

"Yes, yes, we have dealt with him right now. It's a crime to dirty your eyes."

The black-robed man froze immediately, and flattered his throat.

Across the wall, Qi Yan calmly activated his supernatural power, enveloping Zuo Yin and his aura.

The two of them hid their bodies so as not to be discovered by the holy son of the holy court.

......

Until the sound of dragging a heavy object came from the other side, followed by the footsteps of the Saint Son of the Holy Court walking away.

"Master Shengzi actually came today, thanks to the blessing of the Holy Lord, the two of us did not say anything wrong just now."

"Hurry up, it's really bad luck to throw this damn thing into the black pool," the black-robed man spat, "Fortunately, Lord Shengzi is in a good mood today, otherwise it would be you and me who were thrown into the black pool."

The words of the two men in black were full of fear of the Holy Court Son.

Qi Yan's figure swayed, leading Zuo Yin, and the next moment he appeared inside the wall where the man in black robe was talking.

A serpentine walkway, with dark fires lit on both sides, stretches out all the way.

"Here," Zuo Yin said, "this is the imprint of the order to enter the city."

A recess that could accommodate the black seal Ferry had brought earlier appeared on the wall.

Qi Yan nodded, "Let's go to Heichi."

Follow the two men in black robes.

See what is going to be thrown into the black pool.

......

Back along the original road, Zuo Yin's talent was used to cooperate with Qi Yan.

Blackpool teleported over.

The two men in black were one step behind.

Qi Yan's black eyes flickered, and the figures of the two disappeared again.

The man in black didn't notice, and walked towards Heichi dragging a heavy object.

It wasn't until they got close that the two could clearly see what they were dragging.

Qi Yan only felt that his palm was being held tightly for a moment.

But soon, the shackles on his hands were gone.

Zuo Yin let go of his hand, gathered his five fingers into a fist, and pinched his fingertips straight into the flesh.

dragged by two men in black robes——

It was a werewolf in a comatose state.