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After a few steps, he walked in front of the staff, and Teng Wu took the bell and pressed his hand up, stirring his whole body, and all the mana that had almost exploded himself was channeled into it.

Slowly, as Teng Wuqu felt the pressure decrease, and slowly relaxed, the originally dull body of the staff slowly emitted a pure gold glow, and the last body exuded a white luster in gold.

The enchantment also continued to expand, slowly penetrating into the rock wall, revealing the mountain, and tightly wrapping the entire mountain peak, the dark blue enchantment, at this time, also with white gold, compared to the original mystery, at this time added a sacred.

"Whew~" Teng Wuqu Zhong felt the feeling of emptiness all over his body, and his heart was relieved, but the mana that began to surge everywhere in his body made him dare not slack off at all.

Without hesitation, he rushed directly into the inner cave with Teng Wuyuan in his hand, the firelight reflected on his face, a little nervous, a little excited.

The knife is divided into three casts, cutting the soul, seizing the soul, and killing.

Death is the embryo, resentment is forging, blood is quenching, and killing is the edge.

Killing Demon Knife - Blood.

Finally, it's time to get started.

Looking at the three-meter-square Xuanxi casting platform in front of him, as well as the raging flames in it, and feeling the temperature that was still blazing even through the mana barrier, Teng Wutori's eyes also showed a fiery light.

Eight years of waiting, just for today!

Taking a deep breath, Teng Wu took the bell to throw out all the distracting thoughts of the past few days, but he couldn't do it, he still couldn't calm down, and his heart was very chaotic.

It's not eight days, it's not eight months, it's eight years!

And there are no next eight years, if you don't succeed this time, you only have two or three days left!

As soon as he thought of this, Teng Wuqu Zhongxin couldn't help but get excited, walking back and forth in this enclosed space.

If it doesn't work, if it fails......

How many years have I not felt this way? Remember the last time or ...... When was it? Teng Wutori stayed there for a while, and when?

I can't remember.

"Hehehe... Ho ho ...... Aha......ha

I have become like this, how can I have time to worry, and where is there room for regret?

When I chose the spell of the little horn, where did I get the certainty?

Even if it fails, so what?

Teng Wuzhuzhong's eyes did not have the slightest hesitation, full of determination, full of firmness.

There is no way back, so move forward!

"Yuan, so many years of nurturing grace, return it to me now!hahahaha......" Teng Wutori Zhong's mind flashed the figure of the exorcist, and his heart was even more happy.

Teng Wuyuan stretched out his hand and pressed it on Teng Wuyuan's forehead, and the mana reactivated the spell, and Teng Wuyuan's eyes also opened when the runes were shining, but at this time, his eyes were no longer the godless ones he had before.

"This, this is here?" Teng Wuyuan was a little at a loss, where is this?

Under the control of Teng Wutori Zhong, he came to his senses.

"Father?" The cave was not big, the fire was shaking but bright, and as soon as Teng Wuyuan turned his head, he saw Teng Wuyuan standing above his head.

"No, you're not my father!" Teng Wuyuan struggled to get up, but found that he couldn't control his body at all, "Ahhh

Teng Wu was a little surprised: "I didn't expect you to know? When did you know about this?"

"You ......"

"Hehe," Teng Wuyuan interrupted Teng Wuyuan's cursing, and shook his head with a smile: "It doesn't matter, anyway, you have fallen into my hands now." ”

"You ...... me"

"Forget it, don't talk nonsense" Teng Wuyuan took the clock and pressed it on Teng Wuyuan's forehead, "It's still important to do business!"

Teng Wuyuan was about to scold, but found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't say a word or make a sound.

What's going on? Not only the voice, but at this time I can't even turn my head, I can't even close my eyelids, I can only look at everything helplessly.

Body, the body began to move, watching his body stand up without his own control, Teng Wuyuan felt a chill, is this the power of the monster?

Teng Wuyuan, who stood up, happened to face the blazing furnace, what was this for?

Teng Wuyuan didn't think much about it, he was trying to regain control of his body, but it was just in vain, he couldn't even feel the existence of his body.

And then something frightened him happened, he saw someone walk in with stiff steps, take the knife that Teng Wufetch threw down from the bell on the ground, walk up to the blazing stove, put his head up, and stabbed him with his backhand, and pulled a hideous wound in his neck.

Looking at the blood spouts gushing out, at that moment, Teng Wuyuan seemed to hear the sound of "poof", and seemed to smell a strong disgusting smell of blood.

Of course, it was only his hallucination, he couldn't have heard or smelled anything, and the only thing he could use now was those two eyeballs.

But he was terrified.

The blood was quickly drained, but the man did not fall, and even though all the blood in his body had been drained, he was still able to walk to the side and stand honestly with stiff steps.

Next, the second, the third, the fourth......

Some of them had their hair burning, but they didn't feel it, they still kept their heads down, bleeding, and when they got to the back, the knife seemed to be blunt, and those people sawed their necks as if they were sawing wood, and some even tore the wounds with their hands.

Teng Wuyuan was still completely numb, it was already the first hundred, or a thousand, he couldn't tell the difference, and it didn't matter.

Until the twenty or thirty children walked in one by one, he saw Ah Ping, Shang Neng, Duo Nan, Ben Lang and some other acquaintances inside.

It was also a stiff pace, and it was also Mu Ran's movements, they lined up one by one, ignoring their own hair that had begun to burn, ignoring the body of the person in front of them who was engulfed in flames and gradually burned dry, and walked in one after another.

Don't, many, don't, many, Ping, still neng......

Seeing that people who were familiar with him and who were not familiar with him, who knew and who did not know him, jumped into the flames one after another, one by one were burned to dry corpses, and one by one fell into the furnace, Teng Wuyuan's heart was terrified again.

But from time to time, the things that frightened him the most, the things that scared him the most, and even the things that made his soul tremble, had already happened - and he had gone to the crucible step by step like those children!

There was no pain, although his eyes slowly became blurry in the heat, although his hair seemed to be burning, and although his skin seemed to be starting to dry out, Teng Wuyuan still didn't feel a little pain, as if the person standing in the flames was not him.

He looked down, and there were no shriveled charred corpses under his feet, no piles of ashes, only the bright red blood that had covered the bottom of the furnace, and the stone he had never seen before, or iron, or jade?

I don't know, he had never seen or heard of such a beautiful thing before, white and snowy, even if it was burned in the fire, it was not a little burnt, and even if it was soaked in blood, it was not stained crimson.

Incomparably white, seeing this, Teng Wuyuan ignored the increasingly groggy consciousness, stretched out his hand and stroked it, feeling the extreme brilliance and warmth in his hand, Teng Wuyuan laughed, and his face, which had no water at all, was suddenly shattered.

Teng Wufetch has been waiting for the clock for a long time, he is holding a small puppet in his hand, and the simple lines are only a few strokes, but it is enough for people to see who is on it, it is Teng Wuyuan.

At the moment when Teng Wuyuan touched the stone, Teng Wuyuan, who had been waiting for a long time, let go of his whitened finger bones and threw the puppet into it.

As if it was made of charcoal, the puppet had already burned in mid-air before it touched the tongue of fire, and Teng Wuyuan felt an indescribable pain at this time, the warm feeling in his brain had not disappeared, and the whole black was lost consciousness in this sharp pain.

Teng Wuyuan's already dry body also fell apart at this moment, Teng Wuyuan tightened his heartstrings, and watched steadily, until he saw that jade light, and the whole person relaxed a little.

Teng Wuqu Zhong didn't dare to hesitate, and took out a dark black book from his arms, there were only a few patterns on it, but it was as red as blood-stained, even if he only looked at it, it made people frightened and uneasy.

Teng Wuqui didn't take a second look, he threw himself directly into the flames, hovering in the tongue of fire under his control, and he didn't know what material it was made of, and the book was not wrinkled at all, nor was it scorched at all.

Slowly, the book began to sink little by little, until it was suspended above the jade light left by Teng Wuyuan.

Now is the time!

Teng Wu took the bell to use the mana, and suddenly, a purple-black light was emitted from the inner wall of this stove, but it was a strange rune that had already been carved, and each rune had the head of a demon on it, crying or laughing, cold and cold, making people frightened.

One by one, the runes seemed to come to life, and even made a real sound like crying and laughing, constantly rotating around the furnace, turning faster and faster, and those grimace-like runes were black mist, and finally formed a purple-black vortex the size of a water tank, enveloping the black book and jade light.

Slowly, the whirlpool became smaller and smaller, smaller and smaller, and when it was only the size of a fist, Teng Wuqu Zhong suddenly opened his palm, aimed at the black ball and spit out a pillar of mana light, connecting the two together.

Before Teng Wu could take the bell to convey mana, a huge suction force came over, and when he reacted, the mana up and down his body had been continuously sucked through.

Almost instantly, the mana had been drained.

But the black ball was not satisfied, and felt the huge suction of the palm without a little weakening, and Teng Wuqu Zhong panicked suddenly.

How so?!!!