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In the narrow secret passage, the luminous pearl inlaid above the head emits a scorching light, illuminating the passage as if it were daytime.
Zhao Xuan and Ying Zheng walked towards the end of the secret road with their hearts tightly held.
The further he walked, the more solemn Ying Zheng's expression became.
A subtle feeling climbed from the bottom of his heart to his limbs, and his always clear mind began to feel dizzy not long after entering the secret passage.
He shook his head slightly, trying to wake himself up.
He braced himself up and continued walking, eager to finish the matter and leave the town early.
This place full of deep malice for him made him more and more impatient, and it was unbearable to stay for another day.
The feeling of being absent-minded became more and more serious as Ying Zheng moved forward.
In the end, there was a sudden, undetectable pause on his back, his cold and serious face lost its luster in an instant, his blood eyes were as quiet as a pool of stagnant water, his pupils were distracted, his steps began to become mechanical, and he walked like a puppet.
Zhao Xuan had been walking behind Ying Zheng, but she didn't notice the change in him at all. The only thing that frightened her was that Ying Zheng's luck was losing speed again.
Although Zhao Xuan was surprised, she didn't take it seriously. After all, Ying Zheng has been fluctuating a lot since he entered this town. She thought that after the matter here was dealt with, he would probably be able to return to normal.
In the secret room, Qingwu squinted his eyes slightly, watching the growing fortune in the secret room, his bloodless thin lips were slightly pursed, showing a gratified smile, then he took a pill from his shirt and threw it into his mouth.
He raised his wounded wrist and sprayed his breath. The wound on the wrist that was still bleeding just now stopped bleeding instantly when it met his breath, and the wound was stitched up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The stone statue is still spinning, devouring the fate that does not belong to it. It's just that the eyes inlaid with sapphires, as time passed, seemed to be deprived of vitality, gradually lost their spirit, and became a little lifeless.
What's even more strange is that those eyes, at some point, were filled with a pain that is difficult for ordinary people to understand.
Qingwu slowly fell from the sky above the stone statue, he landed on one knee, and took a few deep breaths to relieve the feeling of exhaustion caused by excessive blood loss.
After calming down the sullenness in his chest, he stood up, opened his hands wide, closed his eyes and concentrated, and then danced the ancient sacrificial dance again, preparing to close the formation.
After a long time, Qingwu suddenly stopped dancing, raised his head, and stared at the still rotating stone statue with a startled expression.
how so?
Why is the stone statue no longer under his control?
Qingwu was a little flustered. No, we can't let it continue to devour the luck of the human race!
Tonight it has devoured a lot more luck than in the past, and if it is allowed to swallow it, the human race in Lianshan City may be affected.
Qingwu wrinkled his forehead tightly, closed his eyes with his breath held, raised his footsteps, and started the dance ceremony again.
Not long after he started dancing for the second time, two people suddenly appeared in the empty secret room.
Qing Wu was disturbed by someone, and stopped dancing in an instant, a stream of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
The priest was interrupted, and the spell was counterattacked, and Qingwu's chest hurt.
He leaned on his chest and glared viciously at the extra people in the secret room. When he saw the face of the person coming, he was shocked.
Ying Zheng
How could he appear here?
At the same time, Ying Zheng, who had been absent-minded for a long time, barely recovered a little clarity the moment he stopped casting spells.
But despite this, he still couldn't restrain himself and let out a painful cry: "Ah!"
He wrinkled his forehead tightly, stretched out his hands, and hugged his head tightly.
At this moment, he is very uncomfortable. In the sea of ??consciousness, it seems that there is an invisible big hand pulling him forcefully, and the pain makes him break out in cold sweat.
As soon as Zhao Xuan stepped into the secret room, she didn't even see the situation in the secret room clearly. She was startled by Ying Zheng's abnormality. She stepped in front of Ying Zheng and asked anxiously, "What's wrong with you?"
"Someone wants to control me." Ying Zheng gritted his teeth and let out a cry of pain.
He raised his head with difficulty, looked straight at the stone statue in the center of the array with his blood eyes, squinted his blood eyes, and said coldly: "Stone, stone statue let it stop."
The mutation suddenly broke out again.
The statue, which was spinning non-stop, with lost eyes, suddenly stopped spinning after Ying Zheng uttered his voice. It stopped too suddenly, and the ear-piercing sound of friction filled the secret room, making one's scalp numb.
In its godless eyes, the blue light flickered a few times, as if it was confirming something.
After a while,At that time, he also knew that he was a witch from the formation here.
The rotating demon stone statue in the center of the formation was exactly the same as the engraving on the jade seal in the Qiankun in her sleeve. She guessed his identity without further investigation.
At this time, Zhao Xuan also noticed the difference between the person in front of him and just now.
he
It should not be "he" anymore.
Although the former witch clan was a dead soul, and the cause and effect of the soul's entanglement was also huge, but his whole body was clean and transparent. At first glance, he was a person who had never committed any murder. That's why when she first met him, Zhao Xuan didn't want to meddle in other people's business and didn't take action against him.
But the one in front of him is not only a powerful dead soul, but also has a dark soul. It looks like a murderous person.
What surprised Zhao Xuan the most was that this dead soul was still filled with a trace of desolation that only existed in ancient times.
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