As soon as the words fell, the voices of the ghost clan warriors became more and more rapid and loud, out of nowhere, extremely desolate, simple and simple, but with a chill that was exciting, and the cold smell of the bones filled the surroundings of the sacrificial platform.

And for these, Zhuang Zheng didn't pay attention to it at all, his black and gold eyes stared at the depths of the passage.

In about a few minutes, a slightly petite figure slowly walked from the shadows to the altar step by step.

I saw that this ghost saint was dressed in a plain white palace dress, with a light bow tied into an elegant bow with a soft silk cigarette belt around her waist, and her long water-blue beautiful hair was tied with a flying star and moon bun, her skin was as clear as snow, and she was not powdered but she was overwhelmed by the country, and in her calm complexion, there was a trace of sorrow between her eyebrows, which made people feel distressed, her body was slender, her waist was weak, and she looked even more moving.

Rem, who was dressed in palace clothes, walked towards the sacrificial platform step by step, but there was a trace of melancholy in her calm expression, obviously not happy about this sacrifice.

And the solemnity below, after really seeing this Chu Chu moving person, his heart twitched fiercely, he was extremely sure at this moment that his soul was haunted by dreams, and the person he was always thinking about was the girl who slowly moved towards the sacrificial platform, this is because it is a deep heart, even if the world is old, the world is shattered, and the memory is dissipated, it cannot be erased throbbing, this is the contract that engraves the soul.

"So you're here!"

The solemn heart was filled with joy, and the heart that had been hanging for a long time finally slowly landed.

Then he suddenly remembered the words of the patriarch of the ghost clan just now, and dedicated her to the emperor of the ghost clan! Thinking of this, his solemn heart couldn't help but burn with anger, and a cold killing intent rose out from the bottom of his heart, and the temperature around him dropped rapidly, and even the water vapor was condensed into frost by its influence!

Now the monsters around him hurriedly retreated to a small open space, staring at the solemnity with horror in their eyes, like this kind of killing intent, even the monsters who often kill also feel cold in their hearts, with such an almost substantial killing intent, their strength is definitely something they can't provoke, not that this kind of almost substantial killing intent is murderous, but a powerful spiritual phenomenon, which has been transformed into this killing intent due to its own emotions.

And the patriarch of the ghost clan, seeing Rem go up to the top of the sacrificial platform and slowly walk to the center of the round platform, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then his face was full of coldness, and his robe waved.

"Rise!"

Leannea's face changed slightly as she stood behind him, and finally she took a deep look at Rem's back as she kept moving slowly, and whispered in response.

"Yes!"

Then he turned into the shadows and disappeared.

And the patriarch of the ghost clan looked at Rem who was stepping into the round platform in the center of the top platform with a fanatical face.

"Finally, it's finally going to begin!"

Just as Rem stepped into the center of the round platform, his solemn expression condensed slightly, and he suddenly found that the vitality in the surrounding air was invisibly stirred, forming an indescribable cold aura that surrounded and wrapped the entire sacrificial platform ground.

I saw that Rem had just stepped into the center of the round platform, the sky changed color, the full moon light appeared, and the extreme moonlight began to faintly redden, and the unusually old and solemn voice of the patriarch of the ghost clan suddenly sounded.

"Feng Bai Ghost will be the night, the heaven and the earth can be learned, the bright moon can shine, the thirty-second patriarch of the ghost clan is ghostly, with the body of the saint as the guide ......" The patriarch of the ghost clan, the ghost Li kept reciting the greetings, with his words, the countless blood-red symbols engraved on the sacrificial platform began to emit a slight red light, and an invisible bloodthirsty and violent thought silently invaded the monsters who were watching with great interest and did not notice the slightest dangerous change around them, their eyes began to be gradually covered with blood, and a trace of restlessness and killing intent slowly rose in their hearts.

Stepping into the center of the altar, Rem was shrouded in moonlight like water by the faintly red full moon, and she only felt that the strength of her body was completely suppressed, at this time, she was really like a weak woman, she could only stand in a cage composed of an invisible force, as if waiting for fate to come.

Suddenly, she only felt a gaze full of joy and heartache, which seemed to burn her heart faintly.

Rem couldn't help but look up, she looked stunned, stunned for a long time, and then her face appeared sad and happy, shocked and afraid.

Sadly, I didn't expect the two to meet like this, happy that they would be able to meet in a real way, and what was frightening was that in such a Longtan tiger's den, coming here alone was tantamount to abandoning one's own life.

"No, please, let's go!"

Rem suddenly exclaimed.

However, after hearing Reem's words, Solemn's heart did not leave because of this, but thought of it with joy.

"So she knows me, she knows mine!"

After a while of joy on his solemn face, his mood slowly declined, and what appeared was a coldness.

"I'll bring you out!"

solemnly spat lightly in his mouth, and then stepped forward with a knife, his expression calm and calm.

As for the countless monsters behind him who were blinded by the cold and evil qi, they began to gradually fight each other, and after countless pieces of flesh and blood fell to the ground, they were slowly absorbed by the ground, and the countless blood-red symbols on the sacrificial platform became more and more demonic.

The ghost warrior in front of him saw the solemnity that was not affected by the evil qi, and his eyes were extremely surprised, and he saw him stepping towards the sacrificial platform, and subconsciously shouted in his mouth.

"The altar is forbidden...... Uhh

Before the ghost warrior finished speaking, he didn't see any movement from the solemn side, and a blood mark suddenly appeared on his neck, and then his head moved to the ground, completely silent.

After the surrounding ghost clans saw this strange appearance, they rushed towards the solemnity with their weapons in their hands and roaring.

The solemn face did not change at all, it was still cold, but his eyes were soft, and he only looked at Reim, as if he was afraid that the person in front of him would disappear again.

And those tall, armored, armed with spears and knives, pounced on the solemn ghost warriors with fierce intent.

Zhuang Zheng didn't care about this at all, he saw that as long as those ghost clan warriors approached the range of three meters of Zhuang Zheng, solemn bent his fingers slightly, and the true yuan was transmitted from his fingertips, turning into knife qi, and the ghost clan who rushed forward and had not yet come close was directly churned into minced meat by a stream of knife intent.

I have to say that this ghost warrior saw that the impact had no effect, and all kinds of spells and curses were destroyed and dissipated into invisibility at the moment when they were close to solemnity, but their faces were still full of fanaticism, howling that the ghost emperor was incarnated, and rushed towards solemnity like a moth to a fire.

The solemn footsteps were firm, step by step, and came to the top of the sacrificial platform, at this moment there was no more ghost attack, and what was left along the way was a place of fine flesh and blood, and blood flowing like a stream.

Just when the solemn step forward, the figures of the four three men and one woman were already standing in front of the solemn figure, these four people, both male and female, were extremely tall, with two ghost horns on their foreheads extending long, holding swords in their hands, and looking solemnly at the solemnity that was walking towards them step by step.

One of them, a man with a scar on his face who looked like the leader, said coldly: "Stop, Your Excellency has made a killing with your hands, aren't you afraid that our clan will blame you!"

Hearing this, solemnly said with a mocking look on his face, his footsteps did not stop, and he said lightly: "There are really a lot of annoying flies." ”

The four of them were all full of anger, and the scarred man shouted angrily: "Kill!"