Imperial Concubine Yue just chuckled twice, and she was not in a hurry, she slowly turned her head to look at Ning Yanhong, and hesitated for a moment, "General Ning, prepare a needle." ”

Ning Yanhong nodded, but she was still not very reassured, and glanced at the adjutant beside her, "Prepare the needle, hand in hand in front and back, and put away the weapon." ”

Di Ningwei squatted down in unison, didn't know what he was sorting out, took off his shoes and put them on again, and stood on tiptoe.

Although they didn't know its intentions, everyone present really felt that Emperor Yue knew everything about the terrain traps here, otherwise why did he give such an order?

Many people looked at the figure that rushed into it, and disappeared in a trance, only to hear the crazy laughter, the unscrupulous hideousness, and the unscrupulous lewdness.

Although many people have some vague speculations, they are still not very reassured, "Imperial Concubine Yue, please be strict, what is the mystery of this place?"

Concubine Yue sneered, "This is an illusion, as for more, this palace is also speculation, please forgive me." ”

The rest of the people didn't say anything on their faces, and they slandered in their hearts, "The ghost only believes." ”

Believe it or not, no one dares to take the first step, since this place is an illusion, it must reflect the deepest thoughts in the heart, if one is careless, indulged in it, it will be like the previous ones, reduced to a living shell, and finally unable to extricate himself, calmly die.

Di Ningwei's side, lined up, with five steel needles between the tips of his fingers, holding hands, walking in a row, the first one just entered it, and the second felt that the first person's five fingers were flexed, as if he wanted to let go, the five steel needles pressed violently, snorted, five blood flowers, and screamed, and the man endured the pain and walked in.

With one after another, the screams were ups and downs, one higher than the other, and the people who fell into the illusion, but whenever the fingers had a tendency to relax, someone would stab them in the future, even if the collective sank, there were still people who were not in it to stab them, so as to wake up the people inside, and then use steel needles to prick others, communicate with each other, wave after wave, in order to stay awake.

However, even so, there are still hind hands, and there are slightly sharpened blunt instruments at the toes of the soles of the feet.

Under such a parry, the rest of the people also showed their skills, groping out some gold and silver jewelry, or some precious jade artifacts from their bodies, polishing them sharply and abnormally, and even some gave up their skins and stretched out their hands to ask Ning Yanhong for a taker.

After some twists and turns, these masters who are powerful and blessed on weekdays wade through the muddy water below in the chaotic cooperation, and the illusion bursts out, some are well-informed, old and tenacious, and stick to their hearts under the many illusions, plus the stinging sensation from the fingertips of the five fingers is like picking up the tendons and pulling out the pulse, cold sweat again and again, and finally barely survived the crisis.

But more people are not mentally strong, just after stepping over, they are trembling, their fingertips are full of blood, it seems to be a calm palace, but in fact it is treacherous, the flood and beast-like surge, after shouting the dog... Crawling backwards.

The cloister passage is one in two rows

In the towering jade carved icicles, there are countless reflective lenses, in it, as if there are countless demons and monsters scurrying, the jumping light and shadow are like a bead curtain rolling the west wind, many people go to the middle of the way Mu Muran spread his hands and feet, like falling into a dream, fluttering like a fairy, domineering side leakage, gradually lost himself, like a wild boar rampage into the smooth reflective mirror, disappeared from everyone's field of vision.

Ning Yanran stood opposite, squinting and seeing, those high-level spirit refining were obviously different, supporting each other, as for those middle-level and low-level spirit refining, a large number of them died.

And Ji Xue's side, but frowned, other levels have special tricks, can be opportunistic, but this way, look at the rest of the people, "This way is full of illusions, confusing people's minds, you must have a heart like iron, not fascinated by external objects, those who are not strong in heart fall into it, and will eventually be swallowed by dreams." ”

Pang Rongxun was stunned for a long time, and seeing that Ji Xue didn't give a charter for a long time, he put his thick face up, "Miss Ji, is there a shortcut?"

Ji Xue shook her head, "I thought that this place was all up to my mind, and I couldn't do anything about it." ”

After speaking, he ignored the few people behind him and walked straight away, his steps were light, he was steady, and his face was as usual.

Ning Que frowned and said nothing, followed closely, as soon as he stepped into the road, the heavenly demons suddenly danced in his mind, and suddenly the red stripes were more tender... The delicate body of the juice is bent in front of the body, the white jade skin is as smooth and comfortable as satin, the naked body is close-fitting, the full and straight breasts are particularly eye-catching in front of them, and the exquisite dance posture gives people a sense of beauty.

A full of bloody qi rolled like a red cloud swept the red pink skeleton in front of him, but in the blink of an eye, there was an endless dragon-like million lions crawling in front of him, and the chorus of Top Gun continued, "Long live Emperor Ning, long live, long live, long live......

The bloody breath was sprinkled among thousands of troops, but there were no waves, no waves, and no sound.

Ning Que unscrupulously looked up to the sky and roared, waving his hand, the sky collapsed and the mountains cracked, between the feet, the earth rose and fell, a word has been determined, looking at the picturesque mountains and seas, full of pride, wantonly kneading the fat in his arms... Nipples and buttocks, playing with delicate... Breathless jade.

Ma Wen looked at Ning Que, who was crazy, stepped forward, and grabbed Ning Que, but in the blink of an eye, a palm that jumped on the ground was imprinted on his chest.

Ma Wen flew upside down, his whole body was shattered, his limbs were wide open, and his whole body was gushing out of a pool of blood, like falling into hell.

"Bold, dare to assassinate the emperor, drag me down and divide the corpse of five horses!"

The blood in Ma Wen's mouth gushed endlessly, but he couldn't move, and the sharp pain spread all over his heart, but he was dragged back by his braids, and the blood washed the ground, pulling out a long blood mark, which was very dazzling.

His face was frightened and frightened, he was terrified to the extreme, sweating profusely, his whole body was convulsing, and his eyes were dull.

A large knife suddenly fell in mid-air.

Suddenly, a figure swept by, and a heavy palm was imprinted on the back of Ma Wen, who was stunned, pushing it to stagger away, just dodging the falling big knife, and in the slightly closed eyes, a few surprises suddenly appeared.

Pang Rongxun wanted to wake up Ning Que, but he found that he suddenly rose into the air, above all living beings, squinting and bowing to worship all living beings, and the beauties with flowers and branches danced around his body, like beautiful butterflies, and the artifact elixir was at his fingertips.

But what was surprising next was that Pang Rongxun slapped his face heavily, and it was full of bloodshots, snapping, until the blood was pooling, his cheeks were red and swollen and purple, and a few touches of loneliness were revealed in his miserable smile, "Thief God, what kind of bullshit fantasy are you, Lao Tzu is disgusting ......to look at." ”

Ji Xue's eyes flashed at the exit of the road, and she was amazed, and suddenly opened her eyes wide, staring at it stubbornly.

Pang Rongxun, who came to his senses, burst into tears and smiled sadly, "What Lao Tzu wants is just some coarse tea and light rice, but a few confidants, but you are so disgusting Lao Tzu, I will you."

A mouthful of blood foam spat out, and then the arrow stepped forward, kicking Ning Que's buttocks heavily, still feeling uncomfortable, and kicking again, not afraid of the galloping momentum of the bloody rain and bloody wind of thousands of troops and horses, and the magnificent power of the sky collapsing, I saw countless phantoms passing through the body, but there was no blood.

As if lifting a chicken, the invincible Ning Que and the dying Ma Wen carried him away, the strange thing is that when the mildewy Pang Rongxun touched Ning Que, he did not have any bad luck, and the hippie smile was incomprehensible, carrying Ning Que and throwing it around, hehe smiled: "It's really cool and really relieved, let your kid give me a stinky stink, look up to you Brother Pang!"

Jin Huosanren walked through the illusion with a smile and a crazy face.

When Ning Que woke up, looking at everything in front of him, he was ashamed and embarrassed, but at first glance, Pang Rongxun saw that his body was bruised, his clothes were tattered, and his hair was dragged like a mess, so he immediately became angry and scolded: "Okay, you Pang Rongxun, Ning Ye is going to beat you to the point to relieve his anger." ”

Roll up your sleeves and want to do a big job.

The frightened Ma Wen wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his hands trembled violently, squinted a pair of old eyes, moved back, leaned against the wall on one side, and let out a long sigh.

Pang Rongxun took a few steps back and shouted: "Okay, you Ning Que, if I hadn't dragged you out just now, it is estimated that your crotch would be wet, and you are still dreaming there, do you know how to be ashamed, are you ashamed?"

(End of chapter)