Xianjun has a disaster

"Stay F away from the murals. They're... not right either."

Tianqu Xianjun said to Ji Xueting softly.

Ji Xueting turned his head to look at the mural, only to realize that the monster with blunt and abstract lines on the mural just now became extremely vivid at some point, with its teeth and claws so lifelike, it seemed that it could jump out of the mural in the next moment .

"Thank you, Shangxian." Ji Xueting thanked him softly, and looked at Tianqu for a moment before he felt the snake tail around his waist loosen slowly.

With Tianqu's reminder, Ji Xueting naturally didn't dare to look at the murals unpreparedly like before. In addition, as the lines on the murals representing black smoke gradually filled the entire wall, the murals Ji Xueting saw gradually changed. It was mottled.

After watching this for a while, Ji Xueting managed to piece together the contents of the remaining murals. It should be that the deer-headed gods worshiped by these strange people decided to seal the black smoke that caused harm to the common people in some way, but after that...

"Those people were crying."

At this moment, Tianqu stepped forward to block Ji Xueting, and looked straight at the mural instead of Ji Xueting to carefully read the rest of the content.

He glanced indifferently at the distorted figures on the mural, and said softly.

However, when Tianqu's eyes fell on the center of the underground palace, which was the end of the mural, he frowned slightly.

"Their gods should be sacrificed with their own bodies and become town objects..."

For the first time, Tianqu's tone was a little uncertain.

This is a rare sacrifice technique.

In ancient times, mortals were powerless against vicious evil spirits, and several remote schools of warlocks would resort to such methods—sacrificing their souls and refining their bodies into monsters, so that they could even be suppressed with a weak mortal body, which was quite terrifying fierce demon.However, this kind of technique requires someone to be selfless and fearless, to sacrifice everything for others...

But how many such people are there?

Therefore, this technique of offering sacrifices to suppress demons ended up being left uninherited and gradually lost.

Of course, the reason why Tianqu has such emotional fluctuations because of things other than Xueting, is not because of the rarity of this method of suppression, but because according to the murals, the person selected as the town is actually a god deity.

What kind of frightening thing is it that would require F gods to suppress it in such a way that both jade and stone will be destroyed, and soul and soul will be destroyed...

Beside Tianqu, Ji Xueting also slowly poked his head out. Following the former's gaze, Ji Xueting looked warily at the huge statue in the center of the mural.

The huge body of the deer head god is standing firmly on the deep well of F.

The black smoke was swirling and coiling under its feet, waiting for an opportunity to move.

And the Deer Head God looked compassionate, staring at the crying believers beside him with downcast eyes.

However, just as Ji Xueting looked at it, the ancient deer god who had been dead for an unknown amount of time on the mural suddenly raised his head and looked deeply in Ji Xueting's direction.

Its pale lips closed, and black tears as thick as mud flowed slowly from its eyes——

"Boom—"

At the same time, the entire underground palace was violently shaken again.

While the earth was shaking, Ji Xueting's chest felt tight and he was about to vomit. This strong bad feeling made his hair stand on end, as if he was being torn apart from the inside of his body by something.

"Seal, seal..."

Countless chaotic and noisy pictures were squeezed into his mind like sharp knives.

In the constantly changing and distorted clips, the only thing Ji Xueting could see clearly was the dark and filthy shadows slowly emerging in front of the huge pale god's body in the deep and dark underground.

"No, someone is destroying the seal that the Deer God worked so hard to set!"

Ji Xueting came back to his senses in the constantly shaking underground palace, then gritted his teeth and cried in a low voice.

The place where they are now is already crumbling.And as if to prove what Ji Xueting said is true, the originally unknown black lines in the mural began to distort and change with the vibration, and wisps of black smoke followed the ancients' strokes from point F to point F on the wall. The snake emerged, and then greedily attacked the two immortals in the field.

Tianqu's eyes darkened.

Countless Nian Snakes sprang out suddenly, twisting their bodies to directly meet the black energy...

However, while Nian Snake was fighting with the black smoke, some long and hoarse roars came from outside the underground palace.Ji Xueting turned his head back, looked at the palace gate, and couldn't help but secretly cursed F as "troublesome".

They were chased by the corpses that had come back to life before, and at the critical moment, a large rock fell from the sky, blocking the entrance of the palace tightly and blocking the corpses from the door.But at this time, there seemed to be black smoke leaking from the outside world, and the corpses immediately changed.Countless pairs of dry and pale hands protruded from the gap between the stone and the temple door, hissed and slapped, scratching the ground and stones.It would be okay if it was just like this, however, the protruding eyeballs covered with red membranes, the crooked lips and teeth, and those parts that shouldn't be on a human body at all, are visible to the naked eye in the parts where the black smoke passes by. Velocity bubbled out from under the skin of the corpse.The tragic scene that Ji Xueting saw on the mural before was staged directly in front of him in such a straightforward way.

Moreover, those mutated monsters were extremely powerful, and seeing that the boulders that had been solidly blocking them seemed to loosen slightly, Ji Xueting and Tianqu naturally couldn't continue to sit and wait for death again.

"Tianqu Xianjun, please help me open the way." Ji Xueting's face was cold and serious, Ling Cangjian unsheathed calmly, and under the silver sword light, several living creatures tried to get close to the two black people The smoke was cut into two pieces.

"I must rush to the place where the remains are located immediately to prevent that person from destroying the seal. Once the seal here is really completely broken and these things are leaked to the outside world, the consequences will be disastrous."

Tianqu's face remained unchanged when he heard Ji Xueting's words, but the wriggling and twisting snakes on the ground suddenly became many times thicker, and their posture of biting and wrestling became more fierce than before.

"If you want to hurry, I...I need to hug you."

Tianqu said softly.

"……excuse me."

Seeing that Ji Xueting did not object, Tianqu lowered his eyes and looked solemn.

Probably because of Ji Xueting's permission, this time, instead of wrapping Ji Xueting around her with a snake's tail, she stretched out her arms and hugged Ji Xueting in her arms.

Immediately, the white-haired Xianjun's figure flickered, obviously his spiritual power was completely imprisoned in the depths of the underground palace, but there was still a gust of wind around him, and all the black smoke that tried to get close to Ji Xueting and him fell on the ground. The moment it touched the wind blade, it was smashed to pieces.

In this way, Tianqu hugged Ji Xueting tightly and cherished, and swept towards the depths of the underground palace.

This road naturally has many forks and is intricate, but Ji Xueting seemed to have been here thousands of times, and naturally pointed Tianqu to move on the right road.

During the period, there were many obstacles under Nian Snake and Ji Xueting's flying sword, so it didn't cause any serious obstacles.

In just a few breaths, Ji Xueting and Tianqu rushed to the center of the underground palace, which is just below the F round "bright moon" on the top of the cave.

Different from the other carved beams and painted pillars in the underground palace, the depths of the underground palace are empty.This place originally seemed to be a piece of underground lake, but now it has been frozen into a piece of blue-black ice surface due to the extreme cold.

In the center of the empty ice surface, there is a huge bone of a god.

Seeing the incomparably huge, white rainbow skeleton as tall as a hill, Ji Xueting's chest throbbed again.

【You came--】

【You finally came--】

……

Faintly, it seems that the entire Yingshan is echoing with an extremely distant, empty and ancient echo.

However, it seemed that only Ji Xueting could hear that voice.

The spirit kept vibrating in his chest, as if it was about to tear open his icy body in F seconds and jump out.

All kinds of small voices have echoed here for thousands of years and whispered, washing over Ji Xueting's soul like invisible water waves.They seem to be eagerly telling something, begging for something, but all the emotions and fragments are mixed together, and finally what Ji Xueting brings is a suffocating feeling as if being pressed into the bottom of the water by something.

Of course, even if the spiritual object is in the body, it will not be a problem even if it really reaches the bottom of the water.

Ji Xueting jumped from Tianqu's arms and landed on the ice.

No matter what's wrong with Xinhun itself, his face is still calm, Ling Cangjian is firmly held in his hand, and the blade is sharp.

And Tianqu also looked extremely cold, and the snake's tail naturally hung around Ji Xueting's side, extremely alert.

The two reacted like this, naturally because F was standing in front of the huge rainbow skeleton.

A man wearing a mask of the God of Joy Luck.

At the moment when he saw the other party, Tianqu's body froze, and then he burst into anger. Countless snakes emerged from the shadows, each raised its head, and hissed.But even in his rage, Tianqu suppressed his extreme disgust and hatred, and confronted the masked man coldly.

In fact, Ji Xueting also thought that person was the ghost who had been entangled with him before.

But with a few more eyes, Ji Xueting was sure that this person was completely different from the previous ones.There was no trace of evil in that person's body, and he even looked a little peaceful.But... when the strands of black air leaking from the cracks in Hongxing's bones passed by him, they suddenly curled up as if they were afraid of something, and avoided it far away.

"Oh, it's really fast, it should be said that it is a fairy..."

Sensing the arrival of the two, the mask of the God of Joy Luck tilted his head slightly.

"This is a bit troublesome. You know, I just wanted to quickly understand the things here and then leave. I didn't want to conflict with you people in the heavenly court."

That's what he said, but that person's attitude was leisurely and complacent, and he couldn't hear the slightest fear.

What's more, in the face of Tianqu's snake and Ji Xueting's sword, this evil way came out of nowhere, and he still has the courage to look at Ji Xueting and sigh: "Speaking of it, it's a pity... The soul can be refined into a spiritual object, and after becoming a spiritual object, it can even ascend to immortality? Immortal Ji Xueting, you are so interesting. I thought I could take you back and study it carefully Fan F, it's a pity that looking at today's posture, I'm afraid I won't be able to beat this little Nian—"

Before the man finished speaking, his figure flashed suddenly.

He suddenly raised his hand, turning his palm F, and there was a F Dao of blue shadow in his hand, which was Ji Xueting's Ling Cang Sword.

It was Ji Xueting's sneak attack that he dodged just now.

"Huh? Ji Xianguan's temper is still as fierce as before."

The Ling Cang sword in the masked man's hand buzzed and shook desperately, but he couldn't break free from the man's palm.

He then laughed and said: "...As far as the remnant soul is concerned, the sword skills are not bad."

As a result, before he could finish his sentence, under the shadow of the seemingly restrained sword in his hand, another black shadow sprang out and shot directly at the man's face.

That is the F Nian Snake that Tianqu hid in Ji Xueting's sword.

Although these two people are extremely awkward to get along with each other, and they also have unilateral love and hatred, but there is a tacit understanding in silence.Almost at the moment when he saw the mask of the God of Joy, he had already made up his plan.

Sure enough, the masked man finally got the trick. Under the attack of Nian Snake F, the mask of the God of Joy and Fortune suddenly fell off the man's face.

"court death--"

He raised his head suddenly, facing Tianqu and Ji Xueting who took the opportunity to attack him.

And at the moment when he saw the masked man's face, neither Tianqu nor Ji Xueting's expressions changed.

"It's you?"

"you?!"

……

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3000 years ago--

"Jiuhua real person, you have cast a blindfold..."

The Yan family mansion and the like lingered with thick blood that was almost visible to the naked eye.

Crazy, bloody Yan Ci looked at the Taoist in front of him and said softly.

The Taoist priest known as Jiuhua Daoist's complexion was distorted, and he was extremely frightened. He was already incontinent, and his face was full of tears.

"Xianjun, please forgive me...forgive me...yes, Second Young Master Yan forced me all the time, I can't help it...uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

The Taoist priest usually looks like a tall man with a fairy demeanor and a childlike face, but now he is crying like a three-year-old child.

Yan Ci's empty eyes fell on him, but she didn't seem to be looking at him.

"It was you who told that guy that turning a person into an archery target can also make a person's soul crippled and deformed in the next life."

The man looked in a trance, and said F word F sentence softly.

"Forgive me, forgive me, I was just talking casually... I really didn't expect to be heard by the young master, woo woo woo... Immortal Lord... Forgive me..."

The priest is still crying.

But Yan Ci seemed to have figured out something suddenly, he sighed, and then said in a daze: "No, no—why should I allow you to stay so happy in this world for a longer F moment?"

While speaking, countless thin shadows emerged from Yan Ci's shadow, and then penetrated under the skin of Master Jiuhua.

Numerous raised and tangled spots suddenly appeared on Jiuhua's smooth skin, and blood spurted out from his seven orifices in an instant. It took a while to make it out with difficulty, and that voice was extremely shrill.

Yes, those shadows were under his skin, point F point F point, peeling his skin full from the flesh.

At the same time, they were still alive and gnawing at his internal organs.

This kind of pain is far better than the punishment of mortal torture.

However, watching the Taoist in front of him suffer so much, Yan Ci didn't show any joy on his face.

He sat in front of the coffin, holding the festered human skin in his arms, and gently kissed the swollen and rotten forehead of the boy.

"Were you in pain at the time?"

He cautiously said to the skin and head of the person in his arms.

"Don't worry... I will make these people hurt more. I will."

While he was speaking, screams and screams continued to be heard from all over the Yan family compound.

At the same time, there were already pitch-black thunder clouds billowing and gathering in the sky, and there was a faint flash of golden light restraint used by the Heavenly Soldiers God General to slay demons and demons... This was a sign that the immortals who came to arrest and suppress him were about to come.

Yan Ci didn't seem to notice F.

He was still soft and foolishly kissing the rotten cheek of the boy in his arms.

"When I finish my revenge, I will forgive my sins, and then I will go to you again. Axue, can you wait for me..."

"Axue, don't be mad at me..."

……

In Yan Ci's empty pupils, it reflected the scene of Jiuhua Daoist being slowly devoured by the black snake, leaving only the wreckage of puddles of blood and yellowish skin.

now--

However, the real Jiuhua who was tortured and swallowed by thousands of snakes 3000 years ago, and died in a dismal embarrassment, is now standing firmly in front of Tianqu Xianjun, looking at him.

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