Zangxue Pavilion has always been a forbidden place in the palace, and the national teacher is also an undisobedient god-level figure in the palace, and even the emperor has to respect him for three points.

Thinking about it, thinking about it, Feng Jiutian shuddered a little, and his figure appeared in his mind.

Dressed in red, wearing a mask, and ghostly, she looks like she looks like now.

Her beautiful eyes slowly lifted and looked around vigilantly.

No matter what, she is here when she comes, and she will never go back if she doesn't get the pill.

As she walked, bursts of white mist began to fill, faint, very thin, but there were a lot of white fog, and it didn't take long for her vision to be completely blurred.

A terrible and frightening scream rang out, accompanied by the crisp sound of bells.

A woman's strange cry, intermittent and long, seemed to cry, to wail, and to mumble to herself.

But she knew what she was calling, because she could hear the woman's voice clearly. "Whoever trespasses into this place can only die."

It's creepy, goosebumps all over the body.

Damn, Feng Jiutian's nerves were highly tense, and she only felt a strong yin qi and killing intent rushing towards her.

She jumped up quickly, her red clothes dancing, her hair whirling.

Her eyes kept searching in the air, but the fog was too thick to block her vision, and she couldn't see clearly.

Damn, Feng Jiutian cursed and jumped onto a maple tree.

She couldn't look down on the other party's situation at all, and she couldn't see how the other party made a move, and it was extremely difficult for her to dodge.

As long as the opponent's speed is strange enough, then she can easily be hit, and as a result, she can only die.

She suddenly felt a sense of powerless frustration, and the smell of death permeated.

She is in the light, the enemy is in the dark, and she can observe her movements clearly, what should she do?

The wind moves, the shadow moves, and the secret truth says that even if it is covered by fog, if it is a person, in the moonlight, there will be a shadow.

Why, just now, she didn't see it? Sharp eyes scanned the surroundings, the enemy came without a trace, and she could only avoid it if she was on high alert.

With a police hand, draw your sword and slash at the fog in front of you.

"Ahh

When she looked down, she felt her scalp tingle, and a sense of fear was indescribable.

The hand was white and boneless, the fingers were slender, but the joints were gray-white, and the skin wrapped around was strangely white.

A white ribbon streaked across the sky, and a strange stench wafted from the faint ground.

It's not good, it's poison, Feng Jiutian flashed another maple tree.

There is no shadow, could it be that the other party is not a person? Isn't it the humanity of Warcraft? Not a demon? Could it be a ghost?

And that scream just now, that hand, is obviously a woman's, woman? Didn't you say that the national teacher hates women very much?

If you link the two things together, doesn't that mean that the woman is not a person? But ghosts?

Feng Jiutian's heart couldn't help but quicken, and her steps were a little messy.

Swept into the air, he drew his sword to swing through the fog around him.

"You killed me, you killed me, I won't let you go, ah, ah." The continuous cries were piercing and deafening, and the female ghost waved wildly and grabbed it.

On tiptoe, the graceful voice had dodged the attack and stood on the head of the female ghost, who was still holding a sack in her hand.

His eyes were full of murderous aura, "It's not Miss Ben who killed you, but today, Miss Ben is going to send you to hell." ”

Bending his hand into a grasp, the sharp fingers buckled directly to the female ghost's head.

Before the female ghost could struggle, the pain in her head had already come, and she wailed, as if her head had been pierced, and her nerves had stopped moving.

She's dead, is she's going to die? No, no, she didn't even take revenge, she was going to kill this woman.

"Ahh The female ghost shook it vigorously with all her might, and Feng Jiutian and the sack were thrown out of the coffin.

Falling to the ground, she had a cold face, waiting for the female ghost, her slender fingertips were dripping with black blood, thick, bringing a bad stench.

The female ghost has a cloak of hair, her eyes are full of pupils, and inside, there are a lot of black insects that are constantly gnawing, dense and terrifying.

The right hand has been broken, and a steady stream of black snow is slowly rising.

Her face was stiff and her lips were purple, but the tip of her sunken nose was moving, as if she was smelling something.

The next moment, he opened his bloody mouth, revealing his sharp teeth, and pounced towards Feng Jiutian.

A drop of cold sweat slipped from Feng Jiutian's forehead, and he snorted silently, after it was really difficult to deal with, he flew up and slashed at the top of her head with a sword.

The bright moonlight shone overhead, and a large hole was split on the top of the female ghost's head, and the messy hair was sandwiched between the slowly wriggling black worms.

In the light, she could see very clearly.

Soul Eater? Feng Jiutian was taken aback, and then looked down at the ground.

On the ground, only one of her shadows was pounced on a clearing, and in front of her, there was a blank space.

Ghost, she's really a ghost, just a shell, filled with countless soul eaters—the kind of poisonous insects that only the dead of hell have.

Why, but here?

She only saw it in the book, and today, it was really an eye-opener for her.

Under the hat, the cloudy eyes gradually became clear. Great Master, you are really weird, you actually have a connection with hell.

Interest in him is a little bit higher.

The female ghost staggered a few times, and finally, fell to the ground, turned into a pool of stagnant water, and the black soul eater worm had no support, crawled out, and soon, turned into a black bubble.

Feng Jiutian clapped his hands and continued to walk forward. Blood-colored bubbles slowly shrouded the earth, the bright moon was obscured by jet black, and there was no shadow on the ground.

However, Feng Jiutian, who was walking all the way, didn't know what to do, she looked around curiously.

The melodious sound of the piano came intermittently, like the sound of a woman crying, like a long sigh of resentment, like the call of a ghost......

As she walked, Feng Jiutian felt a little dizzy, and the chaotic and small voice, in a trance, wanted to attack her internal organs.

She stopped and covered her ears.

Close your eyes and concentrate on the mantra of purifying your mind.

All things are born of the mind, and all the earthly and mundane worlds are externalized. Gritting his teeth, he endured it, and soon, the voice slowly faded away.

"Who? Dare to trespass into the territory of the deity? A magnetic hoarse voice broke through the strings, and the next moment, Feng Jiutian only felt a strong spiritual power sweeping over.

The wind was blowing fiercely, and for a while, the sky was shocked, the moon was dark and the fog dispersed, rolling up the maple leaves on the ground, and the sky roared.

"Poof." Feng Jiutian was hit by a fierce blow, spat out a mouthful of blood, stood up, and rolled around on the ground.

Only then did he dodge the second attack.

"It's actually a little capable, but in the hands of the deity, it's also death." A red shadow ghostly appeared on the ground, rolling on Feng Jiutian, who had just sat on the ground, and thousands of purple hair danced wildly.

Feng Jiutian opened his head slightly, and saw that in the darkness, there were a pair of blood-colored eyes shining with red light.

The fiery red robe loosely wrapped around the slender figure, he stood there, squinting at a pair of phoenix eyes, and the thin lips that were slightly pursed revealed the temperament of a demon.

Only one face was exposed, and half of it was hidden under the white jade mask. One hand is clasped around the waist and the other is clasped behind the back.

looked arrogantly at Feng Jiutian, who was half-kneeling on the ground, his flying sword eyes were slightly raised, and his body was full of lazy and noble air.

"A woman? It's not the air of fat powder, and the deity doesn't hate it, but what did you do if you didn't break into the forbidden place of the deity? Want to die? ”

The thin crimson lips are slightly upturned, the slender neck, and the looming delicate collarbone make people squirt nosebleeds.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, she is like a beautiful man, is she very lucky, how many beautiful men she has met in ancient times.

Now another one has popped up, tsk, it is really incomparable, coquettish, and it is really comparable to Yan Yeming.

One is cold as a fairy, the other is enthusiastic and unchanging, that is, there is a dangerous atmosphere all over his body, which makes people not close.

What he said just now, she stopped clearly, he hates the smell of fat powder? That is, she hates the daughter of the world, and the old bustard of Hongyun Tower is not very suitable.

Small, cheap yours, today, you are the protagonist. Beautiful eyes glanced at the sack, and a smile curled up at the corner of her mouth.

The man in red looked at her indifferently, a little curious, and narrowed his phoenix eyes. Said lazily, "Little girl, aren't you afraid of the deity? ”

"Afraid? What is there to be afraid of? Could it be that a great teacher will eat people? Since great masters don't eat people, what am I afraid of? And, I'm all here. Is there any room to be afraid? "That means that if she comes here and doesn't achieve her goal, she won't go back.

The man in red didn't laugh angrily, "Little girl, she is young, but she is so bold. The deity can't eat people, but the deity will make you die ugly, aren't you afraid? He couldn't help but wonder that he, who was usually cruel and bloodthirsty, chatted with a little girl so easily.

He also thought this little girl was quite interesting.

"I'm not afraid, I don't know how the great master of the Dao wants to kill people? Did you gouge out my eyes, or did you gouge out my heart? Or ......"

She spoke softly, with a tentative touch in her words.

"Little girl, you're quite smart, you want to get something out of the deity's mouth? Now that you've seen it, that's right, those people were killed by the deity. The woman you met just now was also killed by the deity and made into a puppet by the deity. The Buddha-figure wants to make you like that, too. After speaking, the evil phoenix eyes looked at her deeply, with some expectation.

"I'm still not afraid, don't scare me with those words, I'm not a three-year-old child, killing people and making puppets, it turns out that the big country teacher still has that habit."

"Little girl, it's really good, you have such courage at such a young age, the deity really wants to know Lu Dao, what are you doing here?" He approached him step by step, his pace was very elegant, and the charm between his eyebrows was seductive.

Good opportunity, Feng Jiutian smiled secretly, and his heart was struggling.