Ye Wuqiu gasped slightly, he was not hypocritical, but quickly focused on solving the current dilemma, appropriate hypocrisy can touch feelings, but if it is regardless of the occasion, it will only become everyone's oil bottle.

For this point of night no hatred is well understood, so frowning and eyes quickly lingered in the surrounding environment, at this time the hall is filled with gelatinous energy, this energy is like ancient ferocity, even if it is not as good as the magic circle of the Qingdusk Mansion directly inherited in the ancient era, but after all, it is inherited in form, otherwise it would not have given them so much pressure.

"If you want to get out of here safe and sound, it is impossible to force it out, the sun and the moon are concentric, and the sky is bright, I have seen such a pattern in the Twilight Mansion. Ye Wuqiu said this, forcibly calming his heart, and pointed in one direction.

Everyone looked in the direction pointed by Ye Wuqiu, only to see that the eyes were on the macro angle, only to see that the pattern drawn on the floor tiles of the entire hall turned out to be a rope and ink outline, the colorful picture of the rising sun of the rivers and mountains, and above the mountains and rivers, there were two suns, one of which emitted a blazing light shining on the mountains and rivers, but next to this sphere, the other sphere made the mountains and rivers shrouded in a layer of indigo blurred color, in the rippling clear light of the veins, everything was covered with a soft veil.

"This phenomenon also exists in the magic circle that seals the master of the illusion, but everything there is a metaphysical conceptual existence, just as the so-called world is limited but the will is boundless, the avenue is invisible, and the holy signs are subtle, and being able to seal people ideologically is the supreme means in the world. Ye Wuqiu paused and took a deep breath, the pressure of the circle became strong in a very short period of time, and the level of pressure gradually climbed with the passage of time, "Although this circle is not as good as the circle of Qingdufu Mansion, it is still not something we can resist, and our only way out is on that throne." ”

The analysis of Night No Hatred is somewhat well-founded, but it is even more difficult to actually implement. However, if the goal cannot be clear, then it will only fall into a senseless misunderstanding, so after Ye Wuqi says the goal, whether it is for his subordinates or for himself, it is a thing that can see hope.

Huo Jie nodded in agreement, his eyebrows full of sorrow, "It's just how do we get to the throne? ”

As time passed, a fine layer of sweat appeared on everyone's heads, and they deeply felt the consequences of the heavy pressure at this time, and it took great effort to stand up.

"Don't act rashly yet, our current Dou Qi can't be used, then it means that we have to walk over the ground, which forces us to study what is going on with the mechanism on the ground!" Ye Wuqi said anxiously, but this magic circle not only sealed their Dou Qi, but also kept putting pressure on their bodies, so that it exerted negative emotions on their already anxious moods, so that the double burden followed.

No matter what! If you don't leave, sooner or later, you will be crushed into powder by the stronger and stronger pressure! Thinking like this, Ye Wuxian gestured behind him, and immediately jumped down first.

The process of falling was extremely fast, so much so that there was a heavy "thump" when Ye Wuqi landed on the floor tiles. However, the feeling of being down to earth made him breathe a sigh of relief.

The Templars also jumped down, and they all made a loud noise as they fell.

However, they inevitably landed on different bricks without any movement.

Could it be that I'm too careful? Ye Wuqi frowned and thought, no, if there was no mystery on this floor tile, why did that soldier move forward at a strange pace?

Thinking so, Ye Wuqiu tried to walk forward, but soon, he understood the reason for all this. Just as his heels left the ground and were about to step forward, a slight "click" sounded clear in his ears.

Ye Wu's heart chuckled, and he looked back with a wooden neck, only to see that the floor tile he had just stepped on had popped out!

Everyone looked at each other, they suddenly understood what was coming, and after a short suffocation, Ye Wuqi suddenly let out a violent cry: "Run!"

The words of the night were like the prologue to a storm, and his voice had just fallen, when he heard a faint clattering sound, followed by countless sounds of breaking the air, and at the same time the sonorous sound of iron cables came from all directions.

The Templars reacted quite quickly, and they dodged in a hurry, although some of them were rolling and crawling, but at this time, as long as they could move quickly, it was a good way to do it, and they saw arrows raining down from all directions, which was almost impenetrable.

Ye Wuqi shouted angrily, he tried to use his fighting qi to compete with these arrows, but how could he use his fighting qi like a mud cow into the sea, like a lonely flat boat in the vast sea of the magic circle, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't run it, so he talked about using his fighting qi to get out.

However, if these demon-breaking arrows were allowed to shoot at themselves and others, then it would be absolutely impossible for them to survive such an attack with their flesh and blood alone, so wouldn't they have to die here?

This thought almost flashed through the lightning, but it was impossible to really say what judgment Ye Wuqi could make in such a short period of time, all these mental activities were just a condensation of his subconscious, and he took out the magic sword from the ring like a conditioned reflex.

At this time, the magic sword weighed a thousand catties, but it was a pity that the night was not the same as in the past, and his physical cultivation gave him another kind of dominant power that was different from the fighting spirit, only to see the crimson light across the surface of the magic sword, and the magic sword suddenly glowed with endless brilliance. This kind of crimson light is not the energy of the artifact itself, but the origin power of Tianxuan body cultivation, maybe it is a bit general to say that Tianxuan body cultivation is a bit general, after all, the body cultivation method and the combination of the gang positive pole yang knife and sword soul have formed a unique style, thus becoming a thing that although it cannot be said that there is no one who has not come later, but at least there is no ancient, although Ye Wuqiu knows that it is not so appropriate to call his own exercises with such a general name as "Tianxuan body cultivation", but on the one hand, in order to save trouble, on the other hand, he still decided to use it" Tianxuan Body Cultivation".

In this way, the Heavenly Xuan Body Cultivator who had no revenge in the night erupted with jaw-dropping energy, and then he fiercely picked up the red blood remnant cloud as if he had lifted a giant axe. The blood-red light spread out in large swaths, and in this halo there seemed to contain countless scarlet eyes, and whenever they occasionally showed their hideousness, the awe-inspiring evil intent was as pervasive as water droplets, as if to wrap and gnaw people's hearts.

The Templars were no longer moving, and they looked around in a daze, only to see that under the gaze of the Crimson Eyes, the demon-breaking arrows retreated as if they had met a predator, and they all lost their power and fell to the ground like locusts.

"No Hatred, what is this?" Huo Jie asked with a frown, and the Templars behind him also showed curious eyes, after all, this evil phenomenon had appeared for the first time in Ye Wuqiu.

After Ye Wuqiu swung a sword at this time, he maintained a movement as if he was exhausted, only his panting appearance showed that there was nothing unusual about him.

This phenomenon did not last long, because after the rain of arrows, the iron ropes in the sky were covered with faint traces of blood. These iron cables fall from both sides, showing a sense of overlapping and staggered layering, that is to say, when the thick iron cable on the left is swept over, the iron cable on the right falls just right, so it can be said that the passer-through does not have the slightest chance to move.

The only free space was behind the pillar, but the back of the pillar was far from the throne, and if you tried to avoid the attack of the iron cable, you would only end up being crushed into blood foam by the pressure.

Everyone hid behind the pillar, a little overwhelmed.

"No hatred, you're okay. Huo Jie looked at Ye Wuqiu's pale face worriedly and said.

Ye Wuqi shook his head slightly, he stared at the dizzying chains with huge iron thorns swaying back and forth, and said, "The tacit understanding between me and the Demon Sword Red Blood Remnant Cloud has been raised to an unprecedented height. Do you remember the Shura Man-Eater when I was on the Dragon, the Red Blood Remnant Cloud absorbed its essence and converted some of its energy into the power I could absorb, so that my fighting spirit was also filled with the breath similar to that of the Shura Man-Eater. ”

As he spoke, his voice was extremely heavy, after all, the representative of evil cultivators was the evil of power, and he was silent for a few moments before turning to the Templars, a bright smile on his face and said, "If my mind is consumed by such evil forces, then please find another Lord." ”

The Templars were expressionless, not because they were cold-blooded, but because they didn't know how to express their feelings. One of them said, "My lord, if you are the paladin of Myrry, then we are the Templars, and if you are the evil lord, then we are the skeleton guards under your seat, and we will follow you to the death!"

"Swear to follow your lordship!"

The sonorous words echoed, and they seemed to reverberate in the whistling of the iron cable.

"Let's go!" Ye Wuqi gritted his teeth, desperately resisted the pressure given by the magic circle, picked up the magic sword and walked towards the iron rope.

Behind him, the Templars held their backs up, and no matter how strong the pressure from the Array was, it could not overwhelm their determination to win.

This is the belief that everyone has guarded together since the formation of their unit!

And just like that, they marched in extreme danger!