There were five people in the line. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info walked at the front, looking like the leader of the Servant tribe, followed by four people in pairs.

These five people are all dressed as servants of the tribe, but they are more complicated and grand than what the three of them have seen before. It was still a blue jacket, but the dark lines on it were not white, but embroidered with red red that was almost dripping blood. In addition, the placket, neckline, and sleeves of the jacket are all trimmed with crimson, and even the upturned cloth shoes on the feet are also embroidered with red dark lines.

In addition, the leader wore a black cloak behind him, a hood over his head, and most of his face was hidden under the wide hood, except for the short bearded but thin and shriveled jaw exposed to the blue-purple glow, giving people a ghostly chill. As he walked, the breeze puffed up the hem of the robe, and the hem of the robe rolled out like waves, and a crimson thing loomed behind the cloak. But because of the Jinhuang perspective, I can't really see it.

Just by the unique outfits of these five people, it is clear that the identities of these five people are unusual.

"These five men are the priests of the tribe of servants, and the head of the tribe is the chief of the tribe, and the high priest of the tribe. Ye Jiu suddenly spoke, confirming the identities of these five people.

Jinhuang nodded, no wonder these five people were holding a thing in their hands. Thanks to the abundant aura around her, her vision was unobstructed to see the five objects.

The male cultivator who looked like the leader of the tribe was holding a pitch-black tray in his hand, and a poisonous snake with an equally pitch-black body coiled around the tray. The venomous snake is only as thick as an index finger, and the snake body is curved around the tray in the shape of a sharp cone. A small section of the snake's body supported a triangular crowned snake head, raised high, the snake wings on both sides spread out like the wings of birds and beasts, and the fierce scarlet beast eyes twisted flexibly in mid-air. From time to time, the red forked head of the snake poked out its small snake mouth, as if to probe the subtle breath flowing in the air.

The four people behind him were also holding a pitch-black tray in their hands. On the tray lay a small cup of scarlet cinnabar, a half-cut skeleton with its skull removed, and a black staff carved with countless delicate, small, lifelike skulls.

Jinhuang couldn't help frowning, this servant tribe, whether it is the clothes they wear or the objects in their hands, they can see strange skeletons everywhere, could it be that they believe in the ghosts of hell, the netherworld in the Six Realms?

She suppressed the doubts in her heart and continued to observe.

With the arrival of the five people, the servants who had been gathered around the circular platform parted like a tide to the sides, making way for a passage.

The three of them stood outside the crowd and watched as the five of them walked through the passage towards the steps leading to the high platform. Just as the leader was about to step up the steps, the serpent held high on his tray turned sharply in their direction. The scarlet beast's eyes met Jinhuang's gaze directly, and her eyes instantly reddened.

She felt as if she had fallen into a nightmare of darkness and despair.

The cold and biting bloody anger was like a storm under the hood. In the nightmare, it was obviously an overwhelming red fire, but it was cold and penetrated deep into the bone marrow. The whole person seems to be shrouded in the cold atmosphere, the blazing vision and the cold feeling, the double torture, the double destruction, like being in the bloody and desperate forest purgatory, the heart-rending pain, the struggle to survive and not to die......

"Quack quack...... "In the nightmare, there was a strange and piercing strange laughter, lingering in the ears, filled with the eardrums, which could not be shaken off, and it was creepy....... "Quack quack...... Die...... Quack Quack ...... Kill...... Die...... Quack quack ......"

That voice seems to be the most extreme temptation in the world, which can evoke the darkest things in people's hearts. Uncontrollable distortion and bloodlust quickly diffused from the darkest corners of her heart, and the intense desire to kill gradually devoured her reason, and the crazy killing factor quickly flowed and stirred in the blood.

"Kill them...... Kill them......" A voice kept bewitching her in her head.

The remnants of reason and the terrifying evil force of this invasion began to compete, and Jinhuang's whole body trembled uncontrollably, like a contest between light and darkness, and like a duel between heat and cold, two extreme destruction and torture, heart-rending terror and distortion. The eyes that were once clear and crystal seemed to be invaded by blood at this moment, scarlet, no pupils, no whites of the eyes, all of them were eeriely red.

Feng Yang was next to her, and immediately noticed her strange appearance, turned his head to look, and immediately reflected such a "demonic" appearance of Jinhuang in his sight, and his expression immediately changed greatly, and he reached out to touch her without thinking about it.

However, before he could get closer, Jinhuang's body seemed to have a sudden increase in spiritual power, and his whole person instantly rebounded. Feng Yang whirled in mid-air, and his feet could reach the ground, and he felt a strong force coming towards him, and in a hurry, he only had time to see the Jinhuang that seemed to have fallen into the demon path attacking him with a hideous face. He didn't have time to guard against it at all, and he didn't want to hurt her, so he could only hurriedly urge the aura to pour into his legs, and the wind was blowing under his feet, and he hurriedly avoided it.

On the other side, a trace of darkness flashed in Ye Yanming's eyes, and the next moment he attacked Jinhuang's back like the wind. Jinhuang immediately sensed it, turned around and palmed it, the palm wind was like a mountain and a sea, and his strength far exceeded that of the late stage of foundation building. Ye Jiu was stunned for a moment, his eyes flashed with doubts, and then he suddenly became cold, and his palm wind was instantly blessed with strength.

Only in an instant, as fast as lightning.

I only heard a "bang", and I thought that the scene would be a wave of strong spiritual power that opened up like ripples, but it was Ye Jiu's palm that dissolved the power of Jinhuang. At the same time, at the moment when the palms collided, Ye Jiu instilled the Yin Spirit Qi of the ghost cultivator into her meridians at an extremely fast speed.

The palms struck each other, and they separated in an instant.

The brocade slid back a few feet uncontrollably. She only felt a cold chill burrowing into the palm of her hand, like a swimming snake jumping towards her limbs and bones, rampage through the meridians. Miraculously, the dark nightmare gradually dissipated, the strange laughter of the demagogic and treacherous disappeared, and reason returned to his mind.

However, in just a few breaths, the strange illusion seemed to drain all her strength. Jinhuang's backward body was unable to support it anymore, and she fell backwards, looking like she was about to fall to the ground, but fortunately, Feng Yangyan quickly stopped her and hugged her.

"Xiaojin......!" Feng Yang shouted anxiously.

The scarlet in Jin Huang's eyes had completely faded at this moment. Her wandering gaze circled around Fengyang's anxious face, and she fainted as if exhausted before she could say a word.

"Xiaojin!" Feng Yang was very anxious, and hurriedly fed her medicine and introduced aura for her, however, no matter what, it had no effect. (To be continued.) )