The red blood mist was like the furious waves of the sea, and the ghosts in it were like a ghost ship. The ship swayed and roared in the storm, and a hiss was sharpened by the hurricane.

The blue ring fluttered in the sea of fog, hidden in the blood-colored mist and the clumps of ghosts, looking extremely eerie.

Ye Qingyue picked up the jade flute on the ground, but she didn't hear a human voice.

There was a dead silence in the ring, and she heard her own breathing and heartbeat in the shrill howl of the fog.

She looked around, but never found the referee.

When did he not see it? Why is it gone?

"If you win three games in a row, you'll be rewarded." The male cultivator who acted as a referee used to say so, but now, his man was gone.

She grabbed the jade flute's hand tightly, and stood in the ring intently.

In the mist, this ring is the only boat that can temporarily shelter from the wind and rain.

After about a quarter of an hour, she was still alone in the ring.

The terrible screams in the blood mist turned into laughter.

Piercing, hysterical screams, shallow, eerily gentle chuckles, cold, emotionless sneers, sarcastic, cynical sarcastic laughter, grief, heavy bitter laughter......

Ye Qingyue had never realized so clearly that there were so many types of laughter.

Sometimes, laughter can sound far scarier than crying.

At the very least, you can easily hear the sadness in the cry;

And the bitterness and hatred in the laughter are so hateful that you can smile. It's so bitter that it can be like a spring breeze, it's a kind of terrifying, and it's even more difficult to understand if you don't love.

At this time, these various laughter were interwoven into a strange bloody movement, stirring in the fog.

She stared intently, and the black and ghostly shadows, at some point, seemed to have become living faces.

It was as if it were a face peeled from a human body, with no neck, no hair, and a ring of bright red blood on the skin at the edges. Those eyes were exceptionally bright, and even the churning red blood mist could not hide their light.

What kind of light is that?

Pure black. Shining like obsidian. But I only feel that what comes out of it is endless blackness, and it is a kind of greed that wants to choose people and devour.

The bright red lips. It was as if he had vomited blood. The corners of his mouth are all curved upward.

They're laughing. The desolation of laughter, the coldness of laughter, the desperation of laughter.

Very few people who cultivate the truth are afraid of ghosts. But at this time. Ye Qingyue felt that her body was becoming cold little by little.

She didn't know if a monster with teeth and claws would suddenly rush out of the mist, or if the branches and leaves under her feet would suddenly turn over, and the heavy soul-devouring mist would drown her like a tide.

She even hoped that some ghosts could come out of the mist.

Even then, it was better than being alone in this unknown wait.

The male cultivator who acted as a referee disappeared at some point, leaving her alone at the bottom of this bloody hell.

She thought she would have to think of something to divert her attention. Otherwise, just waiting in such a daze can torture people to madness.

The referee said that the purpose of the Huangquan Ring was to select the inheritor of the soul cultivation technique of the master of the cave.

So far, however, she has not seen unmistakable evidence of this.

At this time, the wind around suddenly became louder. The laughter became vague and frivolous in the wind.

The ring under Ye Qingyue's feet shook fiercely.

She felt a chill in her heart.

However, the so-called blessings are incomparable, and disasters are not singular. Just when her mind was slightly lost, in the blood mist, more than a dozen black lights rushed into the ring.

When she saw those black shadows, her body had already spontaneously entered a fighting state.

With the flute as a sword, in the shadows, she seemed to be fleeing in panic.

Those black shadows also looked like normal human forms, with sound limbs, but they were all faceless.

The place where it was supposed to be a "face" was bare and flat, with no eyebrows, no mouth, no nose, and no ears. But a green silk is strangely entangled behind him like seaweed.

"They" also had no blades in their hands, but with cold fists and kicks, they attacked her. The skin that was occasionally hit by the Black Shadow Man was immediately corroded by poisonous gas, and it was tinged with a blue-gray color.

The flute sword in Ye Qingyue's hand became more and more powerful.

The sword qi slashed at the throat of the black shadow, as if it had pierced into a pool of soft and glutinous mud.

Fortunately, this throat or heart is the fatal point of the black shadow man.

The black shadows kept falling, and they kept rushing out of the sea of fog.

Ye Qingyue spotted a gap, swept over, and swept into the dead corner of the black shadow man's attack.

The jade flute drew a circle in the air, and above the ring, countless petals floated down, covering the black shadow man one after another.

Taking advantage of the black shadow man's efforts to besiege her, Ye Qingyue's eyes were clear for a moment, and she suddenly jumped up, rushing towards the surging mist.

Soul Devouring Blood Mist, Isn't it supposed to Devour Souls?

But Ye Qingyue was still standing intact in the mist.

In the fog, she did not rush to find a way out, but calmly checked herself up and down again.

The divine sense was barely able to use, and the flesh and blood were also warm. The storage bag and accessories are still missing.

A cold wind whistled forward behind her, and the mist surged forward with the wind.

She lifted her breath slightly, and the trick of resisting the wind flashed in the sea, and headed towards the place where the mist gathered.

The farther you go, the weaker the wind becomes.

I don't know how long it took, but when the wind finally stopped, she stopped.

Ye Qingyue looked at her feet.

The mist was viscous as a liquid here, and the feet were a dull red, like a clot of coagulated blood.

She sighed slightly, raised her right hand lightly, and pinched a fireball technique.

This is one of the most basic Five Elements formula. It is a disciple of the Qi refining period. Also make it out.

A cluster of colorful flames emerged from her palm.

The thick mist, as soon as it touched the flames, turned into black ash and retreated.

The familiar feeling of the world spinning hit again, but she didn't close her eyes, but stubbornly endured the feeling of nausea and vomiting, watching those blood-colored mist turn into flying smoke and drift away.

It wasn't long before the hellish world of Senro disappeared from her.

She was still standing in the same stone chamber as before.

The red floor, the blue walls, and a huge eerie picture scroll on the wall.

Under the picture scroll. Stacked with two storage bags on her. A jade pendant. She looked at the thing, and it was indeed her own. Nothing less.

She was standing in the southeast corner of the room, and in the northwest corner of the room, a black bat was a man tall. It's as if it's been swept away by an invisible net. Something muttered to his mouth. Unnatural twitching of the wings and front paws.

Come to think of it, that bat is the "lucky lady", right?

She was thinking. To burn this strange picture, the room suddenly opened.

The referee she was familiar with stood in front of the door.

"Daoist friends have passed my trial, please come with me!"

Ye Qingyue nodded, and the colorful phoenix Zhenyan floated in front of her, walking forward with her.

"Daoyou is really cautious!" The male cultivator smiled faintly, "I promise that from now on, everything I say is the truth." ”

Ye Qingyue didn't know if it was possible, so she asked lightly: "Your Excellency is the master here?" ”

"The master here is long gone." The male cultivator walked ahead automatically, and it seemed that he was not at all afraid to expose his back to the Phoenix Zhenyan in front of Ye Qingyue.

"Below is the spirit of the spiritual pen that the master brought with him before his death."

"The place of trial where the Taoist friend was before was painted below."

Ye Qingyue asked: "Your Excellency is saying that the world in your paintings can become the real world?" ”

"Not really." The nun said, "Below is the spirit of the spiritual brush, and the world drawn is naturally also an imaginary world." It's like a fantasy of illusion. ”

Ye Qingyue followed behind the male cultivator, waiting for him to continue.

The male cultivator said, "Before you do everything you can say, can you ask Daoyou, how could Daoyou rush into the mist?" ”

Ye Qingyue stared at the Phoenix Zhenyan in front of her, and said, "At first, I just couldn't understand why there was such a weird fog and ghost around the Yellow Spring Ring. ”

"The fog surging and making such a hideous performance is nothing more than to make people afraid. But why should it be scary? Generally speaking, the more ordinary and ordinary the appearance of danger, the better, and only by convincing the guests that it is safe can the prey be baited. So, I thought, the bloody ghosts, the shrill ghost cries, the weird laughter, and the shadows of the masks, these terrible sights, must have been designed to block my entry. ”

"Not bad." The male cultivator sighed and said, "Later, when I said that it was the Soul Devouring Mist, Daoist friends didn't believe it at all?" ”

Ye Qingyue smiled and said, "Ever since you said that I am a soul body, I have already doubted it in my heart. ”

The male cultivator showed an interested look on his face: "Isn't Daoist friend familiar with soul cultivation?" ”

"I'm not familiar with soul cultivation." Ye Qingyue said, "I'm just wondering, I have only first accepted this Phoenix True Flame, and I haven't refined it to the divine soul at all." On weekdays, it only stays in the dantian in an an. However, when it was on stage, it was actually in the dantian. ”

The male cultivator smiled bitterly: "It is indeed unexpected that Daoyou is accompanied by such a strange fire. ”

Ye Qingyue said in surprise: "The previous white-clothed Taoist friend should have seen my Phoenix True Yan?" Could it be that Daoyou doesn't know? ”

"You mean Qianqian?" The male cultivator said, "This girl really didn't mention a word to me!" ”

Ye Qingyue was a little strange about the relationship between several souls in this cave, but she didn't ask, but continued: "Later, when those black shadow people rushed to the stage, "I still don't know your purpose, and I can't see you, so I have to find a way to get out by myself."

The male cultivator praised lightly: "Daoist friends are indeed spiritual and wise! I also said this to several other Taoist friends. It seems that none of them seems to be as discerning as Daoyou. ”

"It's a pity!" With a hint of regret in his tone, he said, "It's a pity, this Phoenix True Flame is the nemesis of the world's soul cultivators. Although Daoyou has passed my trial, as the master of Phoenix True Flame, he has no chance of inheriting this cave! ”

Ye Qingyue said with a smile: "I remember, Daoyou said, 'If you win three games in a row, there will be a reward'." ”

"Not bad." The male cultivator said softly, "I will definitely not let Daoist friends go this way." (To be continued......)