Mr. Fu is always too annoying

With a weird smile on his face, Fu Tong walked towards them step by step, surrounded by ghosts crying behind him.

"Boom-thump-thump-"

He walked extremely slowly, with the evil energy gathering under his feet, and every step left a dent corroded by the evil energy on the ground. The dark evil mist enveloped the surroundings, almost engulfing his whole body, only half of his face was exposed. A face covered in blood-red Shawen, and a crazy scarlet eye.

This appearance is weird and frightening, it is obvious that he has already entered the evil spirit, and it is still more terrifying than Xue Ling's before.

It's really difficult.

Rao She frowned, grasped the Taiji banner tightly with one hand, and took out all the talismans on his body that were useful for evil spirits with the other. Enough to keep ghosts away.

He was so cautious here, and he didn't dare to take it lightly. The people around him also reacted in the same way, with serious expressions and weapons in their hands, and even the feather-clothed man had an extra feather fan in his hand.

"Boom-"

Fu Tong's footsteps gradually approached.

Seeing the color of the evil lines on Fu Tong's face getting darker, and the black mist around his body getting thicker, the solemnity in Rao She's eyes deepened. Just as he was about to pass by, he heard Fu Qianyuan's voice faintly from the front up.

"retreat."

When the voice fell, a translucent barrier of protection appeared in front of several people, blocking them all back.

Rao She was taken aback, and felt that although his strength was incomparable with those of the bosses, he could help to some extent, and it was better than standing by here, so he still wanted to go, but he hadn't had time to pay for it when he thought of it. All the realities were blocked again.

This time it was not Fu Qianyuan who blocked him, but Fan Xiu.

Fan Xiu stood in front of him with one hand, pointed forward with the other, and said in a deep voice, "I know what you're thinking, but I think we'd better not go over and make trouble for the boss...Look at the ground."

Rao She lowered his head in the direction he was pointing, and saw twenty or thirty talisman papers. He probably didn't hold them firmly when he was blocked by the barrier just now. They floated out with inertia, and they landed in the tumbling black mist around them. , as if being burned by a raging fire, suddenly curled up, and was swept away by the evil spirit from behind, and turned into ashes in an instant.

The talisman paper used to suppress the evil spirit could not last even three seconds under Fu Tong's evil spirit. Unable to get out of this kind of evil spirit, he was completely insane, and in the end, like the few Yazi before him, he either committed suicide or died under the punishment of God.

But Fu Tong couldn't see or feel their worry and anxiety.

His heart surged with hostility, his eyes were covered with blood-like mist, his sight was filled with scarlet, and the people in front of him were distorted into weird shadows in this scarlet, just like those who harassed Long Xunshan. Like spirits, they were ferocious, ugly, vicious, condescendingly entrenched in front of him, piercing his heart with sharp mocking words, it was not enough, they were still laughing there, reveling in his pain unscrupulously.

"He's not coming back."

"Look at your embarrassment, tsk, you really can't do anything without Fu Qianyuan."

"Trash, just like you, is it worthy of being called a beast?"

"What kind of waste is not waste, it is obviously a little monster that no one wants."

"It's so pitiful to be left behind like this, but who can blame it? Who made you so useless and unlovable?"

"Don't you understand? No one loves you, little monster."

"..."

These words came from the dream to reality, turning into sharp knives in the ear, stirring back and forth bloody in the softest part of his heart, Fu Tong couldn't find salvation, panting with difficulty, his heart seemed to be crushed into pieces, all the time Little by little it fell into the dust.

Bloody pain.

It is also a bloody hate.

Why am I the only one in pain?

Why am I the only one with nothing?

Why do you have nothing to do when I am struggling?

Why, I sink into the unbearable and never find redemption, but you can still laugh?

It's really... so hateful.

Hate until all emotions are distorted, malice lingers in his heart, and keeps clamoring, telling him that if he wants to be redeemed, let these people shut up, use their souls as lights, bones as a road, and walk step by step covered in blood. Go deep into the light.

Poor little monster, don't cry.

Killing is your only salvation.

So, go to hell.

If I'm dead, I won't be able to speak, if I can't hear those words, I shouldn't be in pain, right?

How good.

Fu Tong laughed in a low voice, his voice was extremely hoarse, and it was strange and chilling to hear the ghosts crying around him.

Several people became alert subconsciously, and almost at the same time, Fu Tong picked up the knife and waved it casually forward. In an instant, the surrounding black fog thickened, and countless knives glowing with cold light came out of the fog. Wrapped and rammed in all directions.

The blade buzzed.

The sharpness of the knife is piercing.

They rammed wantonly in the tomb, and there were nicks everywhere on the bronze wall. A few people stood behind the barrier, watching these knives kept being bounced off by the barrier and hitting them again and again. The decisive and unscrupulous gesture made their hearts sink.

Time passed little by little, the surrounding temperature became lower and lower, and the evil spirit became heavier and heavier, almost flooding the entire tomb.

The sight of the few people behind the barrier was blocked by the black mist, and they couldn't see anything. The only person who was not affected by the mist was Fu Qianyuan.

From the moment he saw Fu Tong, his gaze had been fixed on the latter, and the few people whose backs were turned to him couldn't see it, so they didn't know how obscure his eyes were. How uncomfortable.

But Fu Tong saw it.

Sensing the weird sight coming from Fu Qianyuan, Fu Tong stopped and looked at him indifferently. The two people looked at each other. The moment he saw Fu Qianyuan's eyes, Fu Tong suffocated his breath. It felt as if a hand had come in from his chest, holding his heart tightly.

Pound, thump.

The heart was beating violently, as if it was about to break through the flesh and blood and rush out, but it was pressed tightly by something, and it couldn't rush out no matter what.

The two forces are in a deadlock up and down, and no one is willing to let go. The lonely heart is squeezed between them, and it will burst at any moment.

—You hate this man.

Slowly, Fu Tong heard what his heart said.

Such a person, such eyes, reminded him of the white-clothed man he had just seen in a dream. This man came to him with a dazzling light when he was most helpless, and gave him an illusory salvation. He believed it and was full of hope for it, but at this moment he raised the bloody knife and mercilessly dealt him a fatal blow.

Tenderness is an illusion.

It's him, it's people like that that got you to this point and left you with nothing.

The hatred in his heart rose to the extreme at this moment, Fu Tong's eyes were scarlet, and the color of the shawen on his face was so heavy that it was almost black, he held the Qianyuan knife and slashed at Fu Qianyuan expressionlessly.

Fu Qianyuan didn't hide, and a white light surrounded by azure light spots gathered in the palm of Fu Tong's distance. When this white light first appeared, it was very dazzling, almost dispelling the surrounding black mist, but in the next moment Seconds suddenly dimmed.

But this gloom doesn't seem to be caused by evil spirits, it's more like...

Suppressed by this tomb, or this underground palace.

Rao She used the Taiji flag to temporarily disperse the black mist covering the front of the enchantment. What he saw was the scene where the white light in Fu Qianyuan's hand suddenly dimmed. confirmed—

All the designs in this underground palace are suppressing Fu Qianyuan.

There are traces of these -

Duling is located at the Nilin of the Dragon in the Fushan Dragon Vein.

The seal statue used when entering the Duling Mausoleum is a bound dragon.

Fu Qianyuan's face became paler after entering the underground palace.

There are also those runes that can be seen everywhere in the underground palace. Rao She has never seen them before and cannot understand them, but after dismantling them into countless small pieces according to the walking path of the engravings, there are a few places inside. It's a bit like a sleepy dragon formation.

The Trapped Dragon Formation that is circulating in the Celestial Masters is said to be the Trapped Dragon, but in fact it just has a nice name. If you really want to use it, you can trap half a dragon.

But Duling's trapped dragon formation is different. Rao She has always been sensitive to the talisman formation, and can clearly feel its mystery and power, but he didn't expect it to be so powerful. can be suppressed.

This underground palace is a bureau, and the people targeted may not be Xue Ling and Sheng Yang from the beginning, but Fu Tong and Fu Qianyuan.

What kind of person is he, and how much resentment he has towards Fu Tong and Fu Qianyuan, that he spends more than 4000 years trying to set up a situation?

Besides here, will there be more rounds waiting for them?

Rao She's heart couldn't stop sinking because of this sudden thought, and he didn't dare to continue thinking at all.

He raised his head, and almost at the same time, the knife in Fu Tong's hand also came in front of Fu Qianyuan, and stabbed towards his heart expressionlessly. The dark evil spirit collided with the warm white light, and the tomb suddenly blew violently. Several people were pushed back a step by the strong wind, and immediately felt a sharp pain all over their bodies.

The coercion of the Destiny Dragon and the ancient fierce beast Yazi is really not something ordinary people like them can bear.

Rao She gave a wry smile, put down the Taiji flag as a crutch to support himself, then lowered his head, saw tiny blood drops oozing from his arms, dense pain covered his body, and all the surrounding sounds fell into his ears like There was a piercing scream, Rao She shook, a sense of suffocation surged, his eyes were blurred, and at this moment, he actually had the illusion of dying.