An Ning swept over the book and saw Yang Ziming hiding the book in his sleeve, his palms clenched into fists. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info This kind of delicate mechanism should not exist in the world, once it is mastered by anyone, it can almost be an enemy of tens of millions of people, especially if it exists in Beirong, it will pose a threat to the beam.

That book, she couldn't let Yang Ziming take it away.

An Ning turned her head sideways and whispered to Maple Scar, "We must destroy this place." ”

She needed the priest's scepter.

Fengji replied in a low voice: "Your Highness, the situation is unclear now, so it's better for us to go out first." An Ning sighed, turned to look at Qingyan and Liu Niang, it must have taken a lot of effort for the two of them to follow the golden finch and them in, if there was a conflict here, she didn't know if she could protect them.

"Then let's find a way to get out first." She compromised. A smile flashed in Maple Scar's eyes. An Ning noticed that there was something different between his gestures, the skills on his body seemed to be more refined, there was a faint fire in his pupils, and his eyebrows seemed to be more confident, revealing a calm and reassuring temperament.

Did something happen that she didn't know about?

Suddenly, a stone door opened on the stone wall, revealing a deep, narrow passageway. In the darkness, the scepter in the priest's hand slammed to the ground with a crisp crashing sound, coming from far and near.

I didn't see him, but I already felt the strange and terrifying aura.

Everyone straightened up, Maple Mark blocked An Ning behind them, and the white wolves took a step back.

The priest walked in, still wearing a skull mask on his face, and his body was covered with various bones, which collided with each other like wind chimes, and a gloomy and eerie aura enveloped him. The people were jealous of him, because the priest knew all the mechanisms here, and if he was not careful, he would lock everyone up here.

Yang Zheming was protected by the black eagle, and tightly dragged the goldfinch who wanted to rush up, so as not to be impulsive.

The priest wore a mask on his face, and seemed surprised to see so many people in this stone chamber, and looked a little annoyed.

He swept his gaze over the she-wolf on the high platform, saw that she was covered in blood and breathless, and muttered, "Dead." There seemed to be a trace of sadness in his eyes, fleeting.

He looked at the wooden box in Yang Ziming's hand, and then, like a puppet, stretched out his withered arm and headed towards the wooden box: "Give me the book." ”

Yang Ziming weighed the wooden box in his hand, took the torch in the hand of a man in black, lit the entire wooden box, and threw it towards the high platform. The flames sparked on the she-wolf's corpse, igniting a raging fire.

The priest was in a hurry, and without stopping a step, he went into the fire.

The goldfinch took another torch and threw it at the she-wolf, and the fire burned so fiercely that it was better to return to dust and dust than to leave its corpse to be ruined.

The priest's costume ignited a fire, but he didn't realize it, and only wanted to find the wooden box.

Yang Ziming turned around and said, "Let's go." "The current mechanism is intellectually different from ordinary people, as changeable as a child, very difficult to grasp, and extremely indifferent and cruel, I am afraid that even the soul control technique of the Golden Sparrow will be difficult to control his soul.

The white wolves were holding the little wolf cub in their mouths, and An Ning held one in her arms, and the group hurried out of the stone room. The black-clothed people led the way and ran out along the same path.

He whispered to the Golden Finch, "The mechanism may have gone mad and used the trick on himself. "The use of mechanism techniques on people is an unprecedented realm, and it is very likely that such a smart person as the mechanism will do so. There is no shortage of such people in the world, and when their talents are extreme, they pursue the side door.

Therefore, he no longer has the reason of ordinary people, and he can't feel pain, and even obeys the orders of King Beirong like a doll.

The goldfinch whistled, and the white wolves ran forward to find a way out, and said in a hateful voice, "We can only kill him." ”

Killing a descendant of the Nine Clans is not an easy task for any of the Nine Clans.

They are subject to the same Heavenly Dao, and if they are not careful, they will be punished by God, and even their lives will be countered.

Yang Ziming looked at her: "You are both from the Nine Clans, so you can't do anything." His voice was indifferent: "I'll do it." ”

The priest found the wooden box, which was half burned, and when he opened it, it was empty.

He threw away the wooden box in exasperation, and with a twist of the scepter a small hole in the ground, a square opening opened in the stone wall, and the glacial waters poured on him and extinguished the fire.

Even so, his body was already charred, his hair was exposed, his arms were all burned by fire, and his flesh and blood were scorched.

The priest was drenched all over, and the scepter in his hand was fastened to a small mechanism on the ground, and slowly turned again. The authority of the scepter had all kinds of tiny parts, and he played with his fingers as if he knew it by heart. As he flicked those small mechanisms, the underground mechanisms changed with them, and the entire underground palace made a roaring sound, and the whole earth trembled.

Then the priest chased after him unhurriedly - none of them could escape.

Not long after An Ning and An Qing Shizi ran out, the entire underground palace began to shake, as if the organs everywhere were moving and reorganizing. Maple Scar tightly tugged at An Ning's arm, and his whole body looked like a tense leopard.

Boom - the earth began to shake, the ground began to tilt, and they all slid down.

Above them, the stone slabs opened layer by layer, and above their heads, there was a huge glacier, and at the bottom of the glacier was a thick layer of ice formed over thousands of years, and the sound of the raging river flowing over the ice and crashing against each other could be heard. Sunlight is refracted through glaciers and ice, making it as bright as day.

And they, under the ice, seem to be in a strange world.

There is a section of the glacier that is an underground river, and they are in an underground palace, and they have to do such a big project.

It was as if they had fallen into a trap, intricate chains moving across the walls, the ground changing, and they slid into the pit.

In the depths of the pit, huge ice spikes were at their feet, and they were sliding onto them. Yang Xi tightly tugged at the hem of Fengji's clothes. Surrounded by Anning, Maple took out his dagger and smashed it against the smooth stone wall, trying to find a point of focus.

If a person smashes on the ice spike, he will definitely be killed on the spot.

When everyone was about to be thrown into the ice spikes, a huge net suddenly opened in front of them, catching everyone and trapping them.

An Ning fell into the net on her back, Feng Scar hugged her waist tightly, reducing her impact, and An Ning struggled to look up.

The priest and Su He stood where they had just fallen, perched high on the stone wall, looking down on them condescendingly. Su He's face was a little pale, holding the priest's arm, and sneering: "Ha, it's all here." ”

An Ning looked up, even Yang Zheming held his breath, and everyone looked at the huge stone wall with shocked eyes.