I Just Want To Be Quiet

At the same time, the blue and black rotten arms behind Zhong Kui Yueji also worked together to push him into the basin.

The body of the terminal Kwai Yueji moved towards the pot little by little.

The blood in the basin poured more and more, and soon, it was like a fountain, flowing over the basin, over the square table, and flowing down the legs of the square table towards the ground.

In the blood, vague pieces of flesh and blood gradually emerged, and their parts gave people a subtle sense of familiarity.

Zhongkui Yueji suddenly realized that in the basin, there was a corpse that was forcibly stuffed into it after being smashed.

The smell of blood just now came from this corpse.

This is the offering of the deity in the temple!

In an instant, Zakui Yueji had a strong premonition in his heart, as if he would replace the corpse and become a fresh offering as long as he was pulled into the furnace!

At this time, Zhongkui Yueji's body was already unstable and planted in a pot.

Suddenly, all the arms holding him were covered with a dazzling pale gold, as if covered with a thin layer of spring light.

All arms stopped instantly and stopped moving.

A powerful and majestic aura suddenly erupted from the body of the end Kui Yueji, and the arms of many ghosts, like snow and the sun, vanished in an instant, and there was nothing left!

Without these restraints, the end Kui Yueji regained his footing.

"Tread, step, step..."

In the darkness, strangely-shaped ghosts came out. The corpse in the basin also grabbed the edge of the basin with his hands and pulled himself out, looking at the end Kui Yueji with a cold and treacherous gaze.

The blood has soaked the entire ground, and it is constantly rising, as if the entire temple will be completely topped off.

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The mad lantern kept shaking.

Under the flickering light, a blue shirt floated in.

His body is tall and straight, his sword intent is lingering, and his entire aura is almost integrated with the long sword he carries behind him.

Ning Wuye walked into the temple, and just stood still behind the threshold, he was slightly startled, he seemed to have overlooked something?

and…

He looked around and frowned suddenly, wondering why he came to such an unfamiliar place alone?

After hesitating for a moment, Ning Wuye walked towards the screen wall.

The blank screen, the simple round tripod, the beams and pillars without any decoration and carvings, the steps... Ning Wuye finally pushed open the hidden door of the main room and walked into the main room enshrining the statues.

The statue in front of me, although the temple where it lives is not big, the incense is very strong...

It's just that these offerings don't seem to be unusual... But, in the Tomb of You Su, all kinds of weird things are possible...

Ning Wuye walked to the square table where the offerings were placed, and looked at the shrine above with a puzzled look on his face.

He always felt that there seemed to be something wrong with this statue...

At this time, the statue, which was originally painted on clay, suddenly opened its crimson eyes.

The suffocating energy rose into the sky, and the idol shot, grabbed Chao Ning Wuye.

boom!

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Lonely dead tree.

The mud in front of the tomb was still wriggling, and the crowd of sacrificers had already dispersed tremblingly.

After a while, the mud completely devoured the last sacrifice and returned to its original state.

The sedan chair that had been suspended in mid-air disappeared, and a red-pink bride dressed in a red robe and a hipa on her head appeared on the branch of the dead tree, stretching lazily.

Xipa hangs his chest, unable to see his expression.

The complicated skirt waving between the branches was blown by the wind, like a dead old tree, with gorgeous flowers blooming suddenly.

A pair of slender embroidered shoes are looming in the layered skirts, and the color of the toe pom-poms is like blood, and it seems to be dripping bit by bit.

In the lush grass, the blood stains had already dried up and turned into mottled crimson.

The Feijian Fei Jian, a low-grade talisman that was originally carried by Lin Feng, was slanted on the ground, and the blade like the autumn water trembled slightly.

At this time, a pure white figure came from a distance.

It looks like a human, wearing a white robe, walking in the wind, fluttering, but looking carefully, on the snow-white face, under the white eyebrows, there are two parallel eyes.

In the depths of the pupils, there is a dark fire that dances slowly.

It is "prisoner".

"Prisoner" strode forward and stopped not far from the tombstone.

The pink bride sat motionless on the top of the tree, under the hipa, and her voice came out: "What's the matter?"

"Prisoner" said in a cold voice, "The three living ones have already met Xi."

"I already know about Pei Ling's location."

The pink bride said calmly, "Something happened during the daytime today."

"I have mastered Pei Ling's position now."

"Prisoner" shook his head slightly and said, "Right now, location is not the most important thing."

"The most important thing is that the three living people are all in a hard fight."

"Fighting in the same environment, 'Xi' can't stop those three people."

"So, the current cultivation of 'Xi' is likely to have returned to the transformation of the gods."

Deity?

The pink bride on the branch frowned, and after a moment of silence, she asked, "Where is Pei Ling... how is the situation in the territory?"

"Prisoner" said slowly: "The territory is not clear for the time being."

"But now, our cultivation base is far behind in strength."

"This is very unfavorable for our situation!"

The pink bride nodded, and then said, "Then what do you think should be done now?"

"Prisoner" said solemnly: "Now, we know that Pei Ling's cultivation base has recovered to at least God Transformation."

"And Pei Ling must have known that we only have Yuan Ying now."

"Not surprisingly."

"Pei Ling will definitely go all out to search for our location next."

"However, the three living people searched for Pei Ling's traces for half a year."

"As for Pei Ling, even if the cultivation base has recovered to a higher realm, it should take some time to find us."

"Taking advantage of this opportunity, we must prepare in advance."

"At least, the cultivation base must be restored to God Transformation."

Hearing this, the pink bride immediately said, "Tell the whole territory."

"Starting tonight, sacrifices will be made every day."

"The sacrifices can't stop."

"Prisoner" nodded: "Understood!"

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wilderness.

Beside the solitary tomb, Pei Lingcuo sat beside the tombstone, there was no sound and a dead silence.

He has been sitting silently here for a long time since the voice transmission with "Xi" just now.

At this moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked in the direction of Yanhuigu.

"It's been a while since the fight, and the winner hasn't been decided yet..."

"The cultivation of the 'prisoner' is at most a god, and has not returned to the void."

"Now, just wait for news from Senior Sister Li..."

Thinking of this, Pei Ling nodded slightly.

If he immediately descends to Yanhui Valley and joins forces with "Xi", he will definitely be able to kill the "prisoner" directly on the spot.

However, this no longer makes sense.

As long as Senior Sister Li succeeds, the result will be the same!

Moreover, now the tombstone is only guarded by him, but he cannot leave it no matter what.

The more critical this moment is, the less we should take it lightly!

So, Pei Ling closed his eyes again and sat quietly. The cemetery was cold and silent, as if dead.