The vision changed instantly, and in the gloomy and majestic hall, a winged unicorn ate a bead on the altar in one bite, breaking the entire source of illusion. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Xing Feng was saved, and it was a little white horse with wings that saved him.

Maybe in the evening, Xing Feng would have gone crazy, but the little white horse ate in time, and at the most critical moment, he ate the most critical thing.

Xing Feng only saw what the little white horse had swallowed, it seemed to be a bead, as for what it was, he didn't know.

On the altar, there was also a page of golden paper, a strange blood-colored demon sword, and a noble purple-gold divine sword.

Xing Feng came to the altar with a sword, patted the body of the little white horse, had a good attitude, and expressed his gratitude.

"Whew"

The little white horse didn't understand, so he could only hum twice.

In front of the altar, Xing Feng stared at the golden paper, thought for a long time, and then bit his finger and dripped the blood up, only to see the golden light flourishing, the golden paper slowly rising, and then turning into a streamer and submerging into his dantian qi sea.

The same move, Xing Feng used it on the blood-colored demon knife and the purple gold divine sword, however, the sword flashed, and it shook the blood droplets away, refusing to accept it.

Sven's no, then it will be barbaric, Xing Feng's eyes narrowed, and his true qi ran and grabbed the demon knife, but when he saw a majestic force attacking, he suddenly shook the uninvited hand on the hilt.

Xing Feng withdrew his right hand and tried to move towards the long sword, but the result was the same.

Now Xing Feng is no longer a novice in the martial arts, naturally he knows what is going on, this demon sword and divine sword do not recognize him, perhaps from the beginning, he and the vast majority of people have thought wrongly, this netherworld ruins are not ownerless, but waiting for someone to arrive, and this person is obviously not him.

If it hadn't been for the one-horned white horse who swallowed the beads and saved him just now, he would probably have fallen into an illusion forever.

As for why the little white horse was not trapped by the illusion, it was not for him to know, but he really couldn't imagine that a horse would be trapped by the illusion.

The reality now is that the little white horse swallowed someone else's beads, he took someone else's golden paper, and he couldn't take away the most precious demon sword and divine sword here.

Xing Feng was very entangled, more entangled than ever, he had suffered so much that he was almost trapped in the illusion, and now he finally saw the treasure in front of him, but he couldn't get it.

This pain drove him crazy, as if someone had stabbed him and had to pull it out.

Whew"

The one-horned little white horse gasped, his whole body was red, as if it had been boiled, Ning Chen was annoyed, and he didn't have time to take care of it.

"Ding"

The bell rang, and outside the gate of the underworld, a ghostly sedan chair appeared, and the black and white impermanence in front of it jumped ten feet, and it was close in a blink of an eye.

Xing Feng felt a chill in his heart, and immediately made a decision, pulling the one-horned little white horse and leaving, he didn't know who was sitting in the ghost sedan chair, but the bull-headed horse-faced, black and white impermanence was not something he could deal with.

One heat in his brain was enough, and he couldn't go back to sin.

The main hall of the Netherworld is very large, and behind the altar, there is a blood pool with a radius of ten zhang, the blood pool has dried up, only the smell of blood has lasted for a long time, making people sick.

After the ghost sedan chair entered the main hall, it stopped in front of the altar, and a pair of cold eyes in the sedan chair looked at the demon sword and the divine sword on the altar, and a strange note came out of his mouth, intending to recover these two divine weapons.

The demon knife trembled slightly, emitting a dazzling blood-colored light, and was about to fly out, but when he saw the purple light of the divine sword, he pressed down the restless demon knife, and the two divine soldiers continued to tremble, as if they were arguing about something.

Eventually, the Demon Sword returned to calm, and Excalibur fell silent.

"Hmph"

In the ghost sedan chair, there was a cold snort, obviously very dissatisfied with this result, however, the sword has a spirit, and in this netherworld, no one can force the two divine soldiers to recognize the master.

"Ghost girl, long time no see"

At this moment, outside the main hall, a yin and evil voice came, and the person who came looked handsome like a demon, dressed in purple and red, and although his eyebrows were smiling, there was a chill that made people tremble.

"Hades, you're awake too"

The voice of the woman in the ghost sedan chair carried a hint of surprise and anger, and she was very unhappy that the handsome man in front of her was born early.

"Awake? Oh, I'm awake all the time, but you don't know. ”

Hades took two steps forward, came to the altar, and said with a light smile of indifference.

The woman in the sedan car ignored the obvious lie, they had all been asleep for a long time, and it was impossible for anyone to be awake.

Hades is an outlier in the underworld, powerful and absurd, stunning and terrifying.

"Are you also here for the demon sword?"

It was a fact that Hades woke up, and the ghost girl didn't think much about it anymore, but asked in a deep voice.

"I said no, do you believe it?"

Hades caressed the texture on the demon knife with his fingers, and the corners of his mouth curled in a dangerous arc, and continued, "However, I know that many people are interested in it, so I came"

"Maniac"

In the sedan chair, the ghost girl sneered.

"Crazy? I think the ghost girl knows the Hades best, but it's a pity! ”

The underworld sighed, a touch of sadness flashed on the demonic face, and the sad sigh seemed to hurt the ghost girl's incomprehension.

"Mo Qin, your hypocrisy makes people want to vomit."

The ghost girl told the real name of the underworld, and her language was sarcastic, in this place, only the two of them, who knew each other very well, naturally would not be moved by this false performance.

Mo Qin turned around, his face was serious, and he sighed lightly, "I've never lied."

A ghost girl smiled coldly from the sedan chair, "Your words are the biggest lie!" ”

"Hades, don't blame me for not reminding you, this world is different, your absurdity will only bring you death"

The ghost girl didn't want to waste time here, she thought lightly in her mouth, black and white impermanence opened the way, the bull head and horse face carried the sedan chair, and the ghost sedan chair slowly left, and disappeared after a while.

"Death, I'm looking forward to it!"

Moqin stroked the demon knife, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and he let the blade cut through his fingers as if he didn't know, and a trace of blood was left along the blade, making this cold knife even more demonic.

The demon knife did not refuse the blood of the underworld, but it did not admit its identity, but it was quietly inserted on the altar, and the blood was extinguished, and it did not move.

Mo Qin looked at the demon knife quietly, and after a long time, he smiled lightly, "Demon knife, demon knife, I will wait for the day you are born, and watch you dye the whole world the most wonderful blood."

……

Xing Feng didn't know what happened in the main hall, he didn't look back after he left, he knew very well that the sword of the evil sect was not his, he couldn't move it and couldn't take it away, but he hid the wooden boat next to the weak water, and the others didn't want to come in.

Xing Feng was in a very bad mood, and he chattered endlessly all the way.

Xing Feng admitted that he didn't have a big heart, and what he couldn't get, others couldn't get.

As for whether the person in the ghost sedan chair can take away the pair of swords, it is not something he can control, although he is very unhappy, but he really has no choice.

Now he can't even beat the bull head and horse face that carries the sedan chair, let alone the people or ghosts in the ghost sedan chair.

The one-horned white horse was still red, even a little hot, and it really looked like it had been cooked.

"Whew" The little white horse can't say anything about his suffering, and he doesn't dare to complain.

Tell you to eat indiscriminately, Xing Feng gloated.

He still has a lot of resentment about not being able to take the sword, and seeing that the one-horned little white horse will not die for a while and a half, he will be uncomfortable for a few days at most, so he will no longer care about it.

"Bear with me, it'll be fine in a few days!"

After Xing Feng came out of the illusion, he talked a lot more, and became chattering, in fact, it is not difficult to understand, anyone who is trapped in the illusion does not know how many days, months or years, there is no living person around, not even a cockroach, some are just groups of Yin soldiers, Yin Riders, even if they are not crazy, they will be perverted.

The one-horned little white horse was very painful, basically ignoring what Xing Feng was saying, and occasionally snorted, but he was also annoyed by the chatter, and expressed his protest.

It's a pity that Xing Feng didn't care about its protests at all.

In his opinion at this moment, the protest of the one-horned white horse is also cute.

In other words, as long as it is alive, it is cute.

Behind the hall of the Netherworld is a barren place, with potholes and boulders erected at random, and the strange and strange terrain is not visible at a glance, making people feel cold in their hearts.