In the end, Feng Yang was also helpless, and after gritting his teeth, he reluctantly turned his head and asked for help from the only familiar person present, Ye Jiu. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ye Jiu didn't delay, and when Jinhuang fainted, he had already walked over and squatted down to inspect it for her. It's not that he has good intentions, it's just that he has doubts in his heart.

He has been trapped in this strange servant tribe for more than 200 years, and the Doufa Conference has been repeated for more than 200 late nights, and he has also watched it for more than 200 years, and nothing has happened. Even he, a ghost cultivator who had inherited the path of servant cultivation, had never caused half a ripple here.

Yes, as early as a hundred years ago, he had already realized that the lineage of their Ghost Sect was a strange cultivation path inherited from the Servant Tribe. Perhaps it was precisely because of the reason that he was imprisoned by an unknown force here, only a small part of the cultivation path of the servant sentence was transmitted to the outside world, and then through the predecessors of the Ghost Sect, he realized the cultivation path of their current Ghost Sect.

In terms of methodology, the two are actually very different. After all, even if they belong to the same origin, each person's opportunities and cultivation path are different, and they have been passed down and evolved for many years. But even so, he was still enlightened, and the current cultivation method of their Ghost Sect originated from this place!

When Fang Cai Jinhuang mentioned it to him, he didn't know what to say, and he didn't reveal it. How can the superior exercises of their ghost sect be revealed to others. He entered here by chance, it should be his chance, whether it is the supreme treasure or the cultivation path of the servant, it should belong to him!

But what about the same origin? What if he is a ghost cultivator? After all, it is of no great use, or rather, it has not changed anything at all.

However, to his shock, just tonight, on the first night of a new intruder, the change happened.

In the past two hundred years, he has already found out that the poisonous snake with a black body is the belief of the entire servant tribe, and is praised by the servant people as the messenger of the ghost king of the underworld in the human world, and it is said that he was given supreme power by the ghost king, and is worshiped by all the servant people, and no one is allowed to blaspheme.

This "messenger" is usually worshipped by the chief, and only major pujas, such as the five-year Dharma Fighting Conference, are invited out. Those chosen by the "messengers", whether they are men or women, young or old, are pushed out to serve the "messengers". As for the process of worship, in Ye Jiu's opinion, it was more like a demonic magic. It is to use a powerful magic circle to strip the body and soul of the selected person, and then the "messenger" will swallow and occupy the soul alive.

And, just now, the girl in front of her turned out to be the person chosen by the "messenger".

Perhaps, tonight's change will be a breakthrough, Ye Jiu guessed in his heart. He had spent too much time here, so long that it was estimated that the cultivation realm of the Luzhou Continent had almost forgotten that there was such a number one person as him Ye Jiu! Enough! He couldn't wait any longer!

As this thought intensified, his mind trembled uncontrollably violently, and his blood seemed to feel the stirring in his heart, flowing wildly, a perverted twist broke through the suppressed prohibition in his heart, and frantically roared in his body.

Under Ye Jiu's lowered eyes, there was a distorted wildness circulating in his eyes. This girl must be an opportunity, yes, she is an opportunity! As long as she breaks through the strange magic circle prohibition here, he will be able to take the opportunity to get that extraordinary treasure! What if it has taken more than 200 years in vain, he can get that strange treasure, even if it is 500 years, he is willing!

What's more, there is also the cultivation path of the servant sentence, but it is superior and advanced than all the ways of the Ghost Sect now! These two hundred years are worth it! Ye Jiu has even thought that after he goes out, as long as he retreats and cultivates, it will be just around the corner to break through the transformation of the gods and become a great power.

"Senior Ye, how is Xiaojin, how is she?" Feng Yang's anxious voice of inquiry interrupted Ye Jiu's frantic conjecture.

Pulled away from the sweet dream, a trace of rich and distorted annoyance flashed in Ye Jiu's lowered eyes. But he has always been extremely self-controlled, even if his heart has been twisted, he still behaves like ordinary people on the outside. When he looked up again, his expression had returned to normal.

He looked at Feng Yang as if he was reassuring, "She's fine, she just fell into a nightmare just now, and there is no big ......"

Before he could finish his sentence, a sudden burst of breath floated around him. The two of them turned their heads, and Ye Jiu unexpectedly saw that all the servants who had been surrounded in the round platform had gathered together, and the three of them were surrounded by human walls layer by layer.

The leader-like man stood at the forefront, still respectfully holding the pitch-black tray in his hand, on which the poisonous snake snake was tall, the snake wings on both sides were wide open, and the blood-red beast pupils reflected a cold fierce light, firmly locking on the unconscious Jinhuang who fell in Feng Yang's arms.

"Adhra servant Kuriro, Staraku!" a series of strange words floated from under the leader's wide hood, and his voice was hoarse, like the sharp and piercing sound of a blade cutting through linen.

The final note was loud, as if giving an order.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, four people walked out of the innermost circle of human walls, two approached Ye Jiu to restrain him, and the other two walked towards Fengyang.

Ye Jiu had no intention of resisting, they wanted to take Jinhuang away, which coincided with his plan.

The wind is different. When the two servant men approached them, their white and thin faces glowing in the blue-purple glow, he knew danger was approaching. He tried to resist and struggle, but he couldn't move. Under the hood, the aura in the body seemed to be stagnant, and even the simple action of opening the mouth could not be done.

He watched as one of them picked up the brocade phoenix in his arms, the brocade's long satin-like hair brushed the tip of his nose, and his left hand dangled weakly in mid-air twice, and in an instant, a strong sense of panic swept over his heart. There was only one thought in his mind, he must not let them take her away!

The strong thoughts are shaking the strong spiritual oppression, and the two compartments are stale, and the two compartments are opposed. Feng Yang felt that the five internal organs, the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, and even the hair seemed to have a sharp blade frantically scraping, and the heart-rending pain was no less than the I Ching when I was promoted.

There was a strong stagnation pain in the heart and lungs, and the rich fishy sweetness broke through the throat, and suddenly spread in the mouth, and blood oozed from between the teeth. In this way, he really broke through the coercion ban inexplicably.

He endured the severe pain, got up from the ground with a bone, and was about to chase Jinhuang back. The man who had suppressed him before had already noticed it, and his eyes showed obvious surprise, but in an instant, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and with a wave of his left hand in mid-air, a purple light shot into the wind out of thin air, which could hit him in the abdomen.

The wind was no longer supportable, and as soon as he rolled his eyes, he fell to the ground. (To be continued.) )