With a team of more than twenty blasphemous people, a moment of non-stop cooperation and efforts, the runes that emerged on the walls finally faded and reconnected into an overall formation, allowing the camp to be completely stabilized.

"Well done. ”

Lu Li did not hesitate to praise himself, and said to Krulu, "The dance is also good." ”

Just now, due to the lack of manpower, every blasphemous needs to wear multiple hats, and Kruru dances with ugly postures while placing the materials attached to the spirit in the corresponding places.

Kruru was stunned for a moment, and said, "Elder, dead, the spirit dance, the authority, it is natural, passed on, and it comes down." ”

Seeing that there was no need for these blasphemous clans to do anything at this time, Lu Li casually asked, "What is the principle of the Spirit Dance?"

In Lu Li's opinion, there were no traces of cultivation left on the bodies of these blasphemous people, and even their physique was slightly weaker than those ordinary people in the human world before his ascension.

But it is such a blasphemous person who can make the material spiritual by dancing specific dance steps and making corresponding movements, which is a novel enough thing for Lu Li.

Before Kruru answered, he was conditionally stunned for a moment, and then said: "The spirit dance is used for sacrifice, the spirit ancestor." It's, the power, comes from, the sacred lake. ”

"Holy Lake, Xingyue Lake?" Lu Li immediately thought of the two names and asked, "Is the Spirit Ancestor your ancestor?"

Kruru nodded at first, then shook his head and said, "We, from the Holy Lake, are expelled. Enslave us, the people, not allow, we, again call the holy lake, the holy lake. ”

He paused, his expression suddenly solemn and sad, and Kruru continued, "The Spirit Ancestor is the god of creation, the Nether. We, who have done, blasphemed God, will have, now, punished. ”

It was about the gods, and Lu Li became interested for a moment, but he immediately remembered Long Sanguan's warning of "don't spy on the gods".

Coupled with Krulu's word-by-word way of speaking, it was too tiring to listen, so Lu Li waved his hand and stopped the topic.

Lu Li walked in front of Li Ruoshui, and at this time, the female assassin of Tianyuan City was still closed and motionless.

After being pasted with that rune paper by Long Sanguan, Li Ruoshui couldn't even breathe.

After carefully observing Li Ruoshui's current state for a while, Lu Li found that the other party was in a state similar to suspended animation at this time.

"It's so much smarter than when I knocked her out again and again. Lu Li laughed to himself, and then turned his attention to the complex runes that appeared on the talisman.

After just looking at it for a while, Lu Li's eyelids drooped slightly, and a sense of sleepiness immediately surged into his heart.

Lu Li shook his head, letting the sleepiness and burnout all dissipate.

"This rune also has a sleep-inducing effect?"

He muttered in his heart as he forcibly memorized the strokes and structure of the rune.

Although Lu Li didn't have the true meaning of the rune and couldn't really drive this rune, he had already mastered a large number of "Space Domain" runes recorded in the Void Condensing Sword Xing.

It is the period when the runes of other realms need to be intersected and corroborated, in order to truly knock on the door of the way of runes.

......

In the terrifying environment of the nether world, a cross-border ferry suddenly appeared in the dark sky.

As soon as the ferry appeared, it was pulled and rocked by the storm, and it seemed that it was about to collapse at any moment.

At this moment, a figure stepped out of the ferry, he stretched out his hand and pressed it, and the wind with him as the center, within hundreds of zhang, suddenly calmed down, and the cross-border ferry took this opportunity to move away from the nether realm with a flicker.

A bolt of lightning lit up, reflecting the figure of the figure.

I saw that this was a tall middle-aged man of the human race with a national character face.

He was dressed in a magnificent garment with a pitch-black background and embroidered with nine golden snakes, and on his head he wore a crown that only human emperors were qualified to wear.

Twelve beaded curtains hung down from the front of the crown, making it impossible to see his face.

The lightning that illuminated the heavens and the earth flashed away, and the "booming" thunder after the lightning also calmed down, and the middle-aged man wearing the Nine Snakes costume and the crown on his head was gone.

A moment later, a figure that was surrounded by thunder and lightning, and was extremely conspicuous in the dark night, also appeared here.

The lightning light dissipated slightly, revealing the dark-skinned, furrow-covered face of the Lightning Sword Saint, he looked around and muttered, "Tian Yuan City is really going to fight hard?"

......

Inside the camp.

After completely memorizing the rune, Lu Li could not contain a strong sense of burnout in his mind.

He also needed to rest to recover his state, so he immediately sat down cross-legged, allowing his body to instinctively operate the exercises, drawing spiritual energy from heaven and earth, and letting his mind fall into a deep sleep.

Unconsciously, Lu Li had a dream.

In the dream, he returned to the sword mound, to the lightless and dark [Void Realm], and with a clear consciousness, he repeated the process of destruction and regeneration again and again.

The pain was so real that Lu Li instinctively wanted to wake up, but as his eyes opened, it was still the boundless [Void Realm] that reappeared.

"A dream that you can't wake up from?"

In a dream, such a thought suddenly popped up in Lu Li's vague consciousness.

When he realized that he was dreaming, the pain Lu Li felt was no longer real.

As a result, Lu Li gradually took his attention away from himself.

He saw the stone sword [Zhenyu] floating beside him, constantly blending with his own flesh and blood.

saw the evil sword [Blood Emperor Sword] in his left hand, which was trying to take away his body.

I also saw the position of my left chest, where a little purple and pitch black alternately coexisted, full of weird and mysterious demon seeds.

"Demon Seed?"

Lu Li in the dream suddenly woke up, this dangerous thing that had been parasitic in his body since he ascended, and he actually ignored its existence unconsciously.

It wasn't until the reminder of this dream that he regained the familiar sense of horror.

Lu Li opened his eyes again, and this time he successfully woke up, and what caught his eye was the dimly lit corridor.

Sweat had soaked his back for some time, and the expression in Lu Li's eyes was uncertain, and he didn't dare to speak to himself or think much in his heart.

I'm afraid that just a thought, I will ignore everything about the demon seed, and walk towards the abyss where I don't know what danger there is.

Lu Li's hand was raised and lowered, put down and raised, and for a few moments, he even wanted to rely on the strength of his vitality to directly gouge out his heart.

But his instinctive desire to survive prevented him from doing so.

At this time, Lu Li only felt that everything he experienced was arranged, and he only felt that every thought he had might not be his own.

Under this desperate and pessimistic mood, Lu Li's upright back appeared a little rickety.

He is like a fighter who is always fighting against fate, and suddenly one day he finds that all the struggles and efforts he has made are arranged by fate.

How could this keep him from despairing.

At this moment, in the pocket of Lu Li's pitch-black robe, a wooden card shaped like a small sword was emitting bursts of faint light, this was the sword card that belonged to Lu Li.

Lu Li took out the sword card a little weakly, feeling the content conveyed in it.

As Lu Li wrapped the sword card with the sword element, Long Sanguan's familiar voice suddenly sounded in Lu Li's mind:

"According to the latest information sent by the Lightning Sword Saint, the City Lord of Tian Yuan City may have personally descended to the Nether. The Sword Saint was not able to lock the location of the Tianyuan City City Lord at this time, but he was trying his best to rush towards you, during this period, please be sure to pay attention to Li Ruoshui's situation, and don't let her regain her consciousness, otherwise the Tianyuan City City Lord is likely to use Li Ruoshui's body to descend directly in front of you...... Please be careful and wish you well. ”

After receiving this news, Lu Li's heart only had a ripple, and then it returned to a dead silence.

He glanced at Li Ruoshui, who was still in a state of death, and then looked at the blasphemous clansmen who were huddled together and huddled together, shook his head and sighed: "Kruru, you take your people to the depths of the camp, find the most hidden place to hide, and remember not to touch the fine iron golem of Parles Tightrope." ”

Kruru was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then he cowered and said, "We, can't, go in, the camp, inside." Otherwise, it will be, put to death. ”

Lu Li was silent for a moment and said, "You just have to go in, this is what I allow, don't worry about someone blaming you." ”

Hearing this, Kruru stood up, but his fellow citizens didn't react in the slightest, as if they didn't believe Lu Li's words at all.

Lu Li took a deep breath, a fierce light suddenly appeared in his eyes, and said, "Get out of the camp for me! Go to the room of Paris Tightrope and wait, if you dare to disobey me, behead!"

As soon as these words came out, combined with Lu Li's deliberate "Heavenly Demon True Intent", the blasphemous clan immediately stood up tremblingly, and hurriedly ran towards the spacious room in the depths of the camp, in the depths of the camp.

After dispersing this group of dwarf aborigines, Lu Li laughed at himself silently: "Rather than being played with by the demon seed, I would rather die in the hands of the strong." The City Lord of Tian Yuan City...... Hmph, a powerhouse comparable to the Sword Saint level, I can't die in his hands, and I'm not too much of a loss!"

In the flash of his thoughts, Lu Li had already stretched out his hand to the talisman attached to Li Ruoshui's forehead, he wanted to attract the city lord of Tianyuan City and the powerful existence comparable to the sword saint.

As soon as Lu Li's thought emerged, a wave of horror suddenly rose in his heart, which was the survival instinct of any living being, and that was the truest embodiment of facing death.

For a moment, Lu Li's outstretched hand stopped in mid-air, but he immediately sneered and said directly: "Demon seed, demon seed, the traces of this manipulation are too obvious!