Watch Out! Danger Ahead

The two forces are facing each other, both seem to want to swallow each other, but they are in a stalemate because they are evenly matched.

Hayas' head hangs lower, the bones are between the bends, making a'cracking' sound, and the blood flows faster and more urgently.

As a large amount of blood poured out of his body, the bloodshot power on his monk's robe became stronger.

Countless blood strands were connected into hair-like threads, connected to the red cloud above his head.

With these bloodshot connections, the red mist seemed more fierce, and the mist turned around, as if there was black air entangled.

The dark, violent, and gloomy aura spread out from the red and black bloodshot eyes. In the sound of ‘pattering’, the blood mist condensed into clusters, forming blood beads circulating in the mist.

"Hayas!"

Everywhere the blood gas went, everyone's complexion changed drastically.

Song Qingxiao felt that under the stimulation of this blood, a murderous aura gushed from the bottom of her heart.

‘Boom! The thunder sounded in her sea of ​​consciousness, and the sound of rain fell.

‘Papa, papa--’ Someone in the darkness seemed to be walking through the hazy blood mist, holding a **** dagger and walking towards her.

She was tight all over, as if she was back in the alleys of the western suburbs back then, as if she would never be able to get out.

The shadow drew closer, and a dark golden light and shadow came through Song Qing's small eyes.

"Humph." She sneered from the bottom of her heart, already aware that the blood fog was weird.

Under the influence of the blood mist, she seemed to have automatically simulated the scene when she was assassinated in the western suburbs.

That was when she was the weakest and helpless, and it was also the key to the turning point of her fate. Later, it formed her shadow and was buried in her heart.

This blood fog is indeed a bit powerful, and it can even try to attack her mind through the memory.

It seems that Hayas' attack is biased towards the kind of attack of consciousness, using the weakness of the human heart to defeat the human.

It is a pity that these shadows are not a climate, and she is determined, and when she returns to the imperial capital, she has dispelled the demons.

"It's just a few shadows, even dare to stay in the shadows."

Don't say that these are just the remaining thoughts in her heart, it is not to be afraid at all, even if the real Pei Hongyin and the secret guard holding the dragon tooth appear in front of her, it is impossible to affect her mood at all.

She squinted her eyes, and there was a strange luster in her eyes.

The gaze penetrated the blood mist in the sky, and a powerful and trembling aura came out of her eyes. Before she had time to do it, a woman shouted like a bow and arrow, and a "swish" This blood mist shoots through!

"Hayas!" the blonde beauty yelled, "You calm down!"

As she shouted, the scenes and sounds blocked by the fog spread into Song Qing's little sea of ​​knowledge one by one.

She was about to get up for a while, and everyone's consciousness became sober from confusion.

'Roar--'

As if the giant lion crawling on the ground had sensed an aura that made it uneasy, it screamed, and its huge head moved, as if it was about to lift up in the next moment.

Number One and others woke up like a dream, with lingering palpitations on their faces.

Everyone's eyes fell on the blood fog in the air, and saw that the blood fog had turned into a weird and terrifying black-red color at this time, and it was shaped like a hideous ghost head.

The ghost's head was covered with tangled blood strands, forming terrifying black lines as thick as blood vessels, which firmly ‘bound’ the blood mist.

The book-holding old man who had previously berated Hayas had stood up at this time and took out the book that was originally hidden under his generous robe.

The book was as thick as an adult's fist, and the cover was dark gold, as if sewn by the skin of some powerful monster, shining with a faint luster.

Wherever the light went, the originally unbridled black and red mist evaded hurriedly, as if encountering something naturally restrained.

The old man's expression was serious, and the elf sitting beside Hayas couldn't help but move closer to him.

Not only him, but the other ‘light’ saints also spontaneously rely on the elderly.

After the gloss flowed, under the stimulation of the blood mist, in an instant, strange fonts suddenly appeared on the cover pattern of the writing.

As soon as the font surfaced, there was an extremely strong horror monster gas overflowing from it, and then a sound like the sound of Jin Ge's handover escaped from the font:

‘卬——’

Along with the sound of this sound, the fonts shined brightly in an instant.

A powerful and mysterious power spread with the light, and the blood mist crazily shrank to avoid escape wherever it went.

"Dragon Whisper Magic!"

The sound wave turned into a divine consciousness attack, and as the halo went wherever it went, it attacked everything that did not obey the old man's will.

The faces of the ‘dark’ series were illuminated, and the shadows were driven away.

In the sound of this sound, the reflection of the purple-robed man originally reflected on the train window melted like ice and snow under the shining light. The last impression left to Song Qingxiao was that the resentment in his eyes was mixed with fear in his eyes.

The giant lion crawling on the feet of the orcs was awakened directly by the sound of the sound, and the thick mane hair on its body stood high like a steel needle.

The sound pattern turned into endless attacks, and a bang hit Song Qingxiao's Zhihai.

But her divine sense was extremely powerful, and when she heard the sound of the sound, her divine sense had already blocked the sea of ​​consciousness.

Among the spirits, the sleeping golden dragon soul was awakened and slowly opened his eyes.

The mysterious power that had not yet impacted her knowledge of the sea was immediately stirred up by the little dragon's breath, and she was not affected at all.

Others are facing the enemy.

It was obvious that the first and the others had encountered such a magical attack for the first time.

At this moment, there was light flowing on the book that the old man was holding, and a second word appeared faintly.

The power in the carriage was turbulent at braking, and the airflow gradually appeared violent under the impact of the two forces, impacting the carriage body and the tabletop, etc., making a loud noise like a beast impact.

The light erupted from the thick book was so dazzling, like a small sun, facing the **** ghost.

The two forces couldn't stop, and Hayas, who was sitting under the blood shadow, dropped his head lower.

The skin and flesh on his body were enveloped by this white light, like ice cream under the sun's scorching sun, and began to slowly dissipate, exposing the inside entangled by black stripes below.

After the ‘human skin’ was stripped off, Hayas looked extraordinarily scary at this time.

He is like a blood corpse, with countless black blood vessels wrapped around his body. The blood vessels are creeping around him like a living thing, almost connecting his body to the seat of the train.

The blood overflowed, spreading along his body to the surrounding seats and the ground.

The pungent **** smell was mixed with huge resentment and malice spreading, making everyone who smelled it fluctuates, and being affected by this **** smell gives rise to murderous intent.

Even Song Qingxiao had many dark memories in her heart, full of hostility.

"This blood is not right!" There is a powerful resentment curse in the blood. This resentment curse seems to be somewhat similar to Li Gui's resentment, but it is obviously not comparable to ordinary ghosts.

Her determination was so firm that even the heart demon couldn't affect her half that day, but at this time her blood boiled after she smelled this **** aura.

Song Qingxiao held her breath, but she discovered that the **** smell did not lose its influence on her as she held her breath.

The blood mist attached to her body, as if covering her with a thin layer of red light, corroding her body, trying to penetrate into her body from every hairline, eyebrows, and pores, devouring her. Spiritual power affects her spiritual consciousness.

"What kind of attack is this?"

"Harris!" The old man held the book, his voice like thundering:

"Are you going to go to war before you reach the abyss?"

Under his stern shout, two more characters floated up in the book, turning into two long angers: ‘卬——’

The surrounding dragon whisper magic set off his aura, making his voice even louder, and a ‘boom’ blasted the blood mist that enveloped Harris into a gap.

A ray of light shone in and fell on Harris's throbbing black blood vessels, making a scorching sound of ‘chicks’!

"Well!"

The ‘person’ with its head down, almost turning into a living black and red blood sculpture, uttered an anxious groan of pain under the stimulation of this light.

With this hum of him, the speed of the out-of-control thick black blood flowing out suddenly stopped.

Immediately afterwards, a large amount of black and red blood mist seemed to be irritated, and squirmed again, re-sealing the gap opened by the dragon language magic.

At the same time, a red protective film is formed, enveloping the entangled Hayas of the exposed black blood vessels.

Seeing this scene, the old man's face was not only not surprised, but a hint of joy appeared.

Other elves, blonde beauties, etc., who were facing the enemy, also seemed to faintly relieved. The elves' fisted hands slowly loosened, and their tight shoulders slowly sank.

When Song Qingxiao saw this scene, he moved a bit and moved closer to them.

This is her temporary choice.

Although the clues of the current mission are still unclear, I can only guess that the ‘pure’ heart she needs is related to the ‘Moon’ sage who is sealed in the abyss.

The Thirteen Saints are divided into two factions, and their position now seems unclear.

But at least it is certain that the ‘dark’ faction is susceptible to each other and is not aligned, and both the purple-robed man and the black-robed man have shown malicious intent towards her.

The most important thing is that No.1 sits in the middle of the ‘dark’ faction. She and Song Qingxiao entered the trial at almost the same time, and both are women.

If the trial divides the camp according to the three teams, if the number one is a teammate she can cooperate with, then the number one stays in the'dark' faction, and she falls into the'light' faction, so that the two of them happen to be dark and bright. ,work cooperatively.

Conversely, if Number One is not her teammate, but her enemy happens to be, then this can also prove that the ‘Dark’ faction is also unfavorable to her mission, and naturally **** it.

On the contrary to the ‘dark’ camp, the ‘light’ group showed great ‘goodwill’ towards her, and there was obviously an intention to win her over.

The strength of these twelve people is extraordinary, and in this trial scene, since they were the ministers who followed the two great sages to slaughter the dragon, their status, status, and strength are extraordinary.

In contrast, Song Qingxiao and other testers are just newcomers sent by the federal government to assist a few people, and shouldn't be seen by these twelve saints.

The previous performances of the purple and black robes have verified this, but whether it is an old man holding a book or a blond beauty, they all seem to be pleased with her.

This situation is obviously abnormal, and there must be a problem.

The old man holding a magic book that can cast dragon language said that there are 13 saints in total.

There were only twelve saints on the train, divided into two factions, each with six people, and the strength should be evenly matched.

The thirteenth saint has not yet appeared, and he does not know his camp attributes and strength.

The thirteenth saint should be alienated from these twelve people, but the old man hopes that he can be invited to appear, and he has great hopes for his appearance.

The name of the thirteenth saint named ‘Lucifer’ alone was able to shut up the arrogant purple and black robe at the time, which is enough to show the strength of this person.

All these signs can show that this thirteenth saint has extraordinary strength, not only the person who can suppress the'dark' faction, but also makes the people of the'light' faction extremely jealous.

The old man and the blonde girl holding the book to win over Song Qingxiao's behavior proves from the side that even if this person does not belong to the ‘dark’ line, it is very likely that he is biased towards the ‘dark’ line.

His existence makes Guangming uneasy, so on the way to the Abyss, even if Song Qingxiao is just a'newcomer' sent by the Federation, the old man and the blonde beauty show a great affinity for her. .

If so, Song Qingxiao fell to this side and occupied a small part of the initiative.

She moved for a while, and Hayas was already waking up under the red mist.

His drooping head moved, seemingly struggling to lift his head.

The black blood vessels crawling on his body did not give up, and they squirmed faster and more anxiously, like worms that pierced through, binding his flesh and blood and body, causing him to groan even more painfully.

His back buckled as if he was getting worse, and he almost pressed into the sofa tightly, as if he wanted to blend in with the sofa.

"call--"

Hayas's mouth let out a painful gasp~www.wuxiaspot.com~ like a dead old man.

After the horrible black and red figure like a blood corpse sat paralyzed on the chair for a moment, the drooping head slowly lifted up, and the black and red blood flowing out was like being pulled back by a force, slowly crawling again. To return to his body.

His body close to the sofa was separated from the seat bit by bit, and the black blood vessels that grew like vines on the back of the seat pulled back bit by bit unwillingly and returned to his body.

In a short time, these blood stains were taken back into his body by him and recombined into a ‘human’ shadow.

In the horrifying sound of ‘belch belch’, the blood droplets in the black and red mist turned into wisps of black threads, digging into Hayas’ scalp.

It's just that the black-red mist that turned into a grimace was not reconciled to be taken back. During the struggle, those inextricable black threads tore at the top of Hayas' head, making a ‘hissing’ sound.

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