Jinhuang Dantian lifted his breath and kicked the bronze Dan furnace over.

The two-person furnace smashed on the slate bricks, making a deafening "clang" sound. With such a smash, the slate shattered in an instant, and the ground also caved, revealing the fire under the furnace that had not yet been extinguished.

The fire trough for lighting the fire is set in the shape of a pentagram.

Zuo Qi is not good at formation, and the magic array can be easily solved by others, in order to cover up the secret hidden underneath, he went the opposite way, and used the strange trick in the world-mechanism technique.

On each side of the house near the wall, a rafter was erected to support the beams. On the outside of the rafters, about one person high, there is a bronze bronze emblem of Danshu Peak.

She walked over to the rafters on the right and pressed down the emblem, only to hear a "click" and a "boom" of movement in the room.

In the past, the fire of the Dan furnace had been extinguished, and the five-pointed star fire trough connected the stone slabs and bricks within half a foot around it, slowly rising up to the height of a step. Then, with the fire trough as the center, it was divided into five petals, and at the same time retreated in five directions, revealing the entrance of a dark step.

The entrance was pitch black, like a black net, waiting for the prey to throw itself in.

The suffocating sensation that followed her came up again, and Jinhuang felt a strong sense of fear. Her whole body began to tremble uncontrollably, and her legs seemed to be filled with molten iron, and she couldn't move.

The air in the chest cavity is getting thinner and thinner, as if the next breath is about to be carried out.

She had always longed to pick the tumor, hated it, and admittedly feared it.

It wasn't until there was a loud search behind him that Jinhuang was rescued from the overwhelming suffocation.

She lifted her breath and instantly hid on the beams of the room, and at the same time used the concealment technique to hide her breath completely.

The entrance to the secret passage was wide open to the doorway, and the demon soldiers saw it as soon as they entered.

As Jinhuang expected, the demon soldier didn't even think about it, so he rushed in directly.

After about a cup of tea, the sound of scolding and fighting rose as scheduled.

Jin Huang hooked the corners of his mouth, jumped off the beam of the room softly, and dodged into the secret passage.

For a long distance, the secret passage was pitch black, and after a long time, a meager light came through from the front, and along with the sound of fierce fights and the power vibration caused by the friction between demonic breath and spiritual power.

Jinhuang leaned against the stone wall with his back, and from the waves of spiritual power that was transmitted, he could clearly feel the instability in it.

Obviously, when the demon soldiers broke through, Zuo Qi was at the key to promotion, and when he was forcibly disturbed, something went wrong and affected the foundation.

At this moment, although his offensive seemed to be strong, he wanted to quickly end the entanglement of the demon soldiers with a fierce attack, and retreat and breathe again before his internal breath and aura were completely disordered to the point of being out of control.

Jin Huang stared at the fragile candle flame that kept dancing on the opposite wall, and his eyes were as cold as if they had been quenched with frost.

Finally, the corpse of the demon soldier lay on the ground, and Zuo Qi also exposed the fact that under the fierce appearance, the foundation was damaged.

He clutched his aching chest, and when he was walking back, Jinhuang slowly walked out of the corner, dressed in red, with a slight hem of his clothes.

Zuo Qi instinctively felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say what was wrong. He frowned, "Senior sister?"

Jinhuang looked at him from the corpse in the other place, and his eyes were clouded.

Zuo Qi's figure is thin and long, his facial features are handsome, and because he doesn't smile often, he gives people a feeling of being as clear as a lonely moon, but he is not as unattainable as Fu Li, so that everyone who sees it sighs in their hearts "A gentleman is like an orchid".

It's really disgusting "Gentleman Rulan"!

He deserves it too!

The violent killing intent opened like a mountain and a sea, and the invisible power qi waves were layer after layer, and the candles on the stone walls on both sides of the poor were finally unable to support them after being destroyed, "poof, poof", extinguished one after another, and only one was still swaying in the wind and waves.

The darkness invaded everywhere, devouring most of the Jinhuang's figure.

More than half of her face was hidden in the dark, except for two petal-like lips exposed to a thin halo of light.

The clothes are red and bloody, the black hair is flying, and the murderous spirit is surging, like Shura who has come back from hell to ask for his life.

"Senior Sister Jin!"

Zuo Qi was shocked, and clenched the wooden sword in his hand in front of him to resist wave after wave of impact.

"Calm down!

"Calm down, Zuo Qi, I said that one day, I will let you survive but not die!" Jinhuang's eyes were as black as two clouds of ink, and there was a terrible storm gathering and whirling inside.

She untied the lock spirit bag from her waist, trembled slightly, and a sneer crept up the corner of her mouth, "I went to the cemetery a few days ago to catch it, just waiting for today, okay- treat you well!"

Zuo Qi looked at the strange woman in front of him, and a light suddenly crossed in his mind, "These demon soldiers were brought in by you! How do you know that there is a secret room here?"

Jinhuang glanced at him, ripped off the button on the lock spirit bag, and a hint of happiness rose in his sneer, "Accompany him - it's fun, don't die so quickly."

With a sharp roar, a sinister flame flew out of the half-open opening of the lock spirit sac.

If a person dies with a grudge, he becomes a ghost, and if a ghost has a serious grudge, he becomes evil.

In the thin light of the candle flame, his eyes were blood-colored crimson, as if he smelled the smell of fresh flesh and blood, and screamed towards Zuo Qi.

Zuo Qi was shocked, untied the protective barrier under the purple-gold palace bell cloth, gritted his teeth and asked, "Jinhuang, this seat has never offended you!"

Hearing this, the corners of Jinhuang's mouth sank, and his expression was resentful, "Enjoy it!"

That evil is the most ferocious one in the cemetery, the truth is like raising Gu, put all the insects in one place, let them bite each other, and the remaining one is the Gu King.

The same is true for this evil one, so its claws are extremely vicious, and when it is scratched by it, it feels as hot and painful as fire. And because of its activities in the cemetery, it also carries corpse poison on its body, and once the poison touches people's skin, it will spread rapidly.

The Nether Ghost Ding witnessed everything in the dantian, but did not speak.

A strange roar echoed through the secret passages.

In the dark, on the barrier under the palace bell, one after another bright white claw marks were like dense lightning, one cluster after another, and the sharp scraping sound sounded against the eardrum, listening to Jinhuang's ears was happy, and listening to Zuo Qi's ears was frightened.

Soon, the barrier broke and fell apart.

Zuo Qi held up the palace bell, and before he could arrange the enchantment again, there was a sudden whistling sound of arrows breaking through the air on the opposite side, and he only felt a pain in the back of his hand, and a wing tail blade was deeply rooted in it.

In a short moment's delay, the fierce attack hit like a gale, the chest, back, legs, and arms...... All fell with five finger claw marks, the skin and flesh of the wound turned outward, hot and vicious, and black blood continued to seep out.