The dark red sky was gloomy and terrifying, as if it were an inverted iron pot, and blood was constantly flowing out of it. From time to time, there are bursts of jackdaws chirping in the air, which is creepy to hear. Thousands of miles of tombs above the ground, the yin wind roared, and it seemed that there were countless resentful spirits wandering in this space.

Quiet, quiet is terrifying!

"Rustle...... Rustle......!"

A few voices came, making Jiang Xiaofeng, who was standing in the original place, scratch his ears and scratch his heart, and he was extremely frightened. When he looked around again, he found that at some point, nine black dead trees had inexplicably grown and surrounded him in the middle.

These nine black dead trees, without any leaves, were haphazardly entangled in their branches, like humans with broken arms and legs, tied together haphazardly.

"Quack!"

With a fluttering sound, Jiang Xiaofeng's frightened heart was suddenly pinched, and he looked at it again, and on top of each dead wood, there was a black crow.

The black crow was black and shiny, and was looking at Jiang Xiaofeng expressionlessly, as if he was looking at a dead person. And they were like they were for his funeral.

"Karma—"

A crow behind Jiang Xiaofeng hissed.

He quickly turned around, but the crow spread its wings and flew away. He just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, when he suddenly heard a "bang", and he felt a tightness in his ankle.

He hurriedly looked down, it didn't matter if he didn't look at it, and when he saw it, his heart instantly rose to his throat.

I saw a miserable white and withered palm like a dead corpse, which came out of the ground at some point and grabbed Jiang Xiaofeng's ankle tightly. And the grip became tighter and tighter, as if it was going to crush his ankles.

Jiang Xiaofeng screamed, and was about to jump up and attack.

I heard another "bang" sound, and another miserable white hand broke out of the ground, holding Jiang Xiaofeng's other foot tightly.

Two hands tightly dragged Jiang Xiaofeng's legs, desperately pulling him to the ground.

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound of breaking the ground was endless, and Jiang Xiaofeng was almost frightened when he looked for prestige.

I saw countless miserable white palms coming out of the dark gray earth, clutching them in mid-air. The black nails were mixed with blood, and there was an indescribable oozing.

Jiang Xiaofeng endured the fear in his heart, thinking that he couldn't sit still like this, and his hands hurriedly prepared to form a handprint and attack the palm on the ground.

But when he stretched out his arm, the sound of "swish" suddenly came to mind. Infinite black branches, poking out from the nine dead trees around him, wrapped his arms around him so tightly that he didn't move.

Just when Jiang Xiaofeng was still struggling, the nine black dead trees around him, like pagans among the human race, let out a strange laugh of "Woe", which made people fall goosebumps to the ground when they heard it.

Without waiting for Jiang Xiaofeng to react, the nine dead trees trembled again. In an instant, countless branches began to fly out from their bodies, wrapping Jiang Xiaofeng tightly, like a big dumpling, only revealing his face.

Jiang Xiaofeng gasped heavily, and suddenly a black branch seemed to have found an entrance, rushing through his mouth and inserting it into his throat.

Immediately, Jiang Xiaofeng felt a wave of nausea, and he wanted to vomit, but now his feet were caught, and his body was covered with black branches, and he couldn't move at all.

And the black branches were still wrapping around him, gradually winding him into a black ball.

"Quack Quack ......"

A few more crows screamed, and Jiang Xiaofeng was upset, and the most important thing was that he was now terrified to the extreme.

Suddenly, the nine crows flew towards Jiang Xiaofeng quickly, instantly passing through the black branches and submerging into his body.

Just when Jiang Xiaofeng was surprised, he suddenly felt that his abdomen was overturned, and he was disgusted and wanted to find someone to kill him.

The nausea surged up his stomach, through his esophagus, and came to his throat, and at this time, Jiang Xiaofeng was already nausea and pain to the extreme.

His mouth suddenly swelled and his cheeks bulged like a ball. Bora

A crow slowly peeked out of his mouth with its black head, and with a crow's cry, accompanied by disgusting mucus, it flew out of his mouth with a "flutter".

Then there was a second, and then a third...... Until the ninth, Jiang Xiaofeng had been tossed into an inhuman form.

He had a complete mental breakdown and shouted:

"Kill me, kill me, give me a good time, let me die, stop torturing me......"

Pain, fear, anger, depravity......

Endless negative emotions crowded Jiang Xiaofeng's heart. He just wanted to hurry up and kill himself with a knife, so as not to let himself suffer like this again.

At this moment, a sudden burst of shouting came to his ears. Even though he had been tossed and his body was incomplete, he still heard:

"Close!"

With an order, the scenery around Jiang Xiaofeng began to change rapidly.

The crimson sky, the black dead wood, the crows that got into his mouth, and the stumps on the ground began to retreat rapidly under Jiang Xiaofeng's gaze. Everything was like a mirage, and with a "bang", it disappeared without a trace.

At this moment, Jiang Xiaofeng was sitting on the ground, his face extremely painful. He pinched his neck with both hands, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, and he was still crying out weakly:

"Kill me, please, kill me......"

Mo Ling stepped forward and hurriedly parted Jiang Xiaofeng's hands, shaking his body while holding Jiang Xiaofeng's face:

"Xiao Feng, Xiao Feng wake up, I'm Sister Mo Ling!"

Jiang Xiaofeng's face was pale, and his eyes were empty.

Hearing Mo Ling call herself, she slowly opened her eyes and saw that Mo Ling was looking at herself with a concerned face.

"Am I dying?"

He looked around again in disbelief, the eight purple gold chains were still there, and the gray space in mid-air was still familiar to him.

I'm not dead, I'm really not dead......

Jiang Xiaofeng suddenly felt a sense of happiness in his heart for the rest of his life. He finally remembered that all he had experienced before was just that Sister Mo Ling had used the Nine Zhangs Secret Prison Technique to trap herself in an illusion.

But why, why did my experience just now seem to be the same as the real thing, and that pain and fear were so real.

At the thought that he was not dead, he was glad to have fallen to the ground. Spread out his limbs, looked at the gray sky weakly, and asked lightly:

"Sister Mo Ling, this is what you said about the Nine Zhangs Secret Prison Technique?"

His mind was now filled with all kinds of scenes from the Nine Zhangs Secret Prison Technique just now.

"Yes!"

Looking at Jiang Xiaofeng, whose chest was rising and falling violently, Mo Ling was really a little surprised in his heart, he didn't expect that this kid had experienced the Nine Zhangs Secret Prison Technique for the first time, and he didn't pass out?

Even if it was the first time he cultivated, he experienced the torture of such an illusion, and he woke up after being in a coma for a day and a night, it showed that this kid's mind was strong and his soul was strong.

"Okay, I've learned this spiritual skill, and I have Sister Lao. After I'm done, let's move on. ”

What the?

This kid has to go on!

Mo Ling gently grew her mouth.