The two forces confronted each other, both as if they wanted to devour each other, but because they were evenly matched, a stalemate was formed.

Hayas's skull hung lower, his bones snapped between the bends, making a crackling sound, and the blood flowed faster and faster.

As a large amount of blood gushed out of his body, the bloodshot power on his monk's robe was great.

Countless strands of blood were implicated in hair-thin threads, connecting towards the red clouds above his head.

The red mist was connected by these bloodlines, and it was even more ferocious, and between the rotation of the mist, there seemed to be black gas entangled.

A dark, violent, and eerie aura spread out from the red and black blood, and in the sound of 'dripping', the blood mist condensed into a clump, forming blood beads circulating in the mist.

"Hayas!"

Everywhere the flesh went, everyone's faces changed greatly.

Song Qingxiao only felt that under the stimulation of this blood, a murderous aura gushed out from the depths of her heart.

'Boom! Thunder rang out in the sea of her minds, and the rain fell with a bang.

'Click, click—'In the darkness, someone seemed to walk through the hazy mist of blood, holding a dagger that was still bleeding towards her.

She tensed up, as if she had returned to the alleys of the western suburbs, as if she would never be able to get out.

The shadow was getting closer and closer, and there was a dark golden light and shadow in Song Qingxiao's pupils.

"Hmph." She sneered in her heart, she had already sensed that there was something strange about this blood mist.

Under the influence of the blood mist, she seemed to have automatically simulated the scene when she was assassinated in the western suburbs.

It was when she was at her weakest and helpless, and it was also the key to the turning point of her fate, and later it formed her shadow and buried it in her heart.

This blood mist is indeed a bit powerful, and it can even try to attack her mind through memories.

It seems that Hayas's attack is biased towards a divine attack, taking advantage of the weakness in people's hearts and defeating people.

It's a pity that these shadows don't make a climate, she is determined, and when she returns to the imperial capital, she has already dispelled this demon.

"It's just some shadows, and they dare to linger."

Don't say that these are just the remaining thoughts in her heart, there is nothing to be afraid of, even if the real Pei Hongyin and the secret guard holding the dragon tooth appear in front of her, it is impossible to affect her mood at all.

She narrowed her eyes, and there was a strange glow in her eyes.

That gaze through the blood mist in the sky, a trembling powerful momentum came out of her eyes, and before she could do it, a woman's loud shout was like a bow and arrow, and the blood mist was shot through with a 'whoosh'!

"Hayas!" The blonde beauty shouted, "Calm down! ”

With her shouting, the scenery and sound blocked by the fog were all transmitted into Song Qingxiao's sea of knowledge one by one.

She was about to get up for a moment, and everyone's consciousness went from confusion to consciousness.

'Roar-'

The giant lion crawling on the ground hissed as if sensing an unsettling aura, and its huge head moved, as if it was about to lift up in the next moment.

No. 1 and the others woke up like a dream, with palpitations on their faces.

Everyone's eyes fell on the blood mist in mid-air, only to see that the blood mist had turned into a strange and terrifying black and red at this time, and the shape was like a hideous and abnormal ghost head.

This ghost's head was covered with coiled blood, forming terrifying black lines as thick as blood vessels, firmly 'binding' the blood mist.

The old man who had previously scolded Hayas had already stood up and pulled out the book that had been hidden under his lenient robe.

The book was about as thick as an adult's fist, and the book cover was dark gold, as if it was sewn by the skin of some powerful demon beast, and shimmered with a faint luster.

Wherever the light went, the originally unscrupulous black and red mist hurriedly dispersed, as if it had encountered something inherently restrained.

The old man's expression was serious, and the elf sitting beside Hayas involuntarily moved closer to him.

Not only him, but even the rest of the saints of the 'Light' line spontaneously leaned on the old man as the center.

After the luster flowed, under the stimulation of the blood mist, I saw that in an instant, extremely strange fonts suddenly appeared on the cover lines of the writing.

As soon as the font surfaced, an extremely strong terrifying monster aura overflowed from it, and then a sound like the sound of Jin Ge's handover escaped from the font:

'Wha-'

With this sound, the font instantly shone brightly.

A powerful and mysterious force spread with the light, and the blood mist frantically retreated and escaped wherever it went.

"Dragon Magic!"

The sound wave turned into a divine attack, and wherever the halo went, it attacked everything that did not obey the old man's will.

The faces of the 'dark' series were illuminated, and the shadows were all dispelled.

In the sound of this sound wave, the reflection of the purple-robed man who was originally reflected on the train window melted like ice and snow in an instant under the light, leaving Song Qingxiao's last impression was that the resentment in his eyes was mixed with fear.

The giant lion crawling at the feet of the orc was directly awakened by this sound wave, and the thick sideburns on its body stood high like steel needles erected at each other.

The sound pattern turned into an endless stream of attacks, and a 'boom' hit Song Qingxiao's Zhihai.

But her divine sense was extremely strong, and when she heard the sound, her divine sense had already blocked the sea of consciousness.

In the midst of the divine soul, the sleeping golden dragon soul was awakened and slowly opened its eyes.

The mysterious power that had not yet impacted her sea of consciousness was immediately washed away by the breath of the little dragon, so that she was not affected at all.

Others are like enemies.

It was obviously the first time that the No. 1 and the others had encountered such a magical attack, and they all used their own means to protect their bodies.

At this time, on the book held by the old man in his hand, there was still light flowing, and a second word faintly surfaced.

The forces in the carriage were instantly disordered, and the air flow gradually became violent under the impact of the two forces, impacting the carriage body and tabletop, etc., making a loud sound like a beast crashing.

The light that erupted from the thick book was dazzling, like a small sun, and the blood-colored ghost was in confrontation.

The two forces were intertwined, and Hayas, who sat beneath the blood shadow, hung even lower.

The flesh and skin on his body began to slowly dissolve under this white light, like ice cream under the sun, revealing the inside that was entwined with black streaks below.

After the 'human skin' was stripped off, Hayas looked extremely scary at this time.

He was like a bloody corpse, with countless black veins entwined around his body, and those veins wriggled around him like living creatures, almost connecting his body to the seat of the train.

Blood spilled out, spreading along his body to the seats and floors around him.

The pungent smell of blood mixed with a huge amount of resentment and malice spread, making the hearts of those who smell it fluctuate, and they are affected by this bloody breath and have a killing intention.

Even Song Qingxiao's heart had many dark memories, full of anger.

"Something is wrong with this blood!" The blood contains a powerful power of resentment, which seems to be somewhat similar to the resentment of the ghost, but it is obviously not comparable to the ordinary ghost.

Her will was so firm that even the demons in her heart couldn't affect her for half a point, but at this time, her blood was boiling after smelling this bloody gas.

Song Qingxiao held her breath, but she found that the smell of blood did not lose its effect on her as soon as she held her breath.

The blood mist was attached to her body, as if it was covering her with a thin layer of red light, corroding her body, trying to penetrate her body from every strand of her hair, eyebrows, and pores, devouring her spiritual power and affecting her divine sense.

"What the hell is this attack?"

"Harris!" The old man held the book, and his voice was like thunder:

"Before you reach the Abyss, are you going to war?"

With this shout, two more characters in the book floated high, turning into two long angry roars: 'Wha-'

The enveloping dragon magic set off his momentum, making his shouts even louder, and with a 'boom' swoop, the blood mist that enveloped Harris struck a gap.

The light shone in and fell on Harris's surging black veins, making a 'snort' burning sound!

"Hmm!"

The 'man', with his head bowed and almost turning into a living black-and-red blood sculpture, let out a painful groan under the stimulation of this light.

With his snort, the speed at which the thick black blood that was expanding out of control suddenly stopped.

Immediately after, a large amount of black-red blood mist seemed to be provoked, and it squirmed and surged over again, resealing the gap opened by the dragon's magic.

At the same time, a red protective film was formed, enveloping the exposed black blood vessels entangled in the hayas.

Seeing this scene, the old man's face was not only not surprised, but showed a hint of joy.

Other elves, blonde beauties, and others who were facing the enemy also seemed to be faintly relieved, and the elves' fisted hands slowly loosened, and their tense shoulders slowly sank.

When Song Qingxiao saw this scene, he also moved his steps and moved closer in their direction.

This is her choice for the time being.

Although the clues of the current mission are not clear, it can only be guessed that the 'pure' heart she needs should have something to do with the 'moon' sage who has been sealed in the abyssal land.

The Thirteen Saints are divided into two factions, and their position now appears to be unclear.

But at least what is certain is that the 'dark' faction is suspicious of each other and is not in unison, and the purple-robed man and the black-robed man have already shown their malice towards her.

The most important thing is that No. 1 sits in the middle of the 'dark' faction, she and Song Qingxiao entered the trial almost at the same time, and they are both women.

If the trial is divided into three teams, if One is a teammate she can work with, then One stays in the 'dark' faction, and she pours into the 'light' faction, so that the two of them are exactly one dark and one bright, and cooperate with each other.

On the other hand, if Number One is not her teammate, but happens to be her enemy, then this can also prove that the 'Dark' faction is also not good for her mission, so naturally damn it.

Contrary to the 'dark' camp, the 'light' faction showed great 'kindness' to her, and it was obvious that there was an intention to win her over inside.

The strength of these twelve people is extraordinary, and since they are meritorious men who followed the two great sages to slaughter the evil dragon in this trial scene, their identity, status, and strength are extraordinary.

In comparison, the identities of Song Qingxiao and the other trialists were just newcomers sent by the federal government to assist a few people, and they should not have been seen by these twelve saints.

This has been verified from the previous performances of the purple robe and the black robe, but whether it is the old man holding the book or the blonde beauty, they all seem to be kind to her.

This situation is clearly abnormal, and there must be something wrong with it.

The old man who was holding the magic book that could cast the dragon language said that there were thirteen saints in total.

Only twelve of the saints on the train appeared, divided into two factions, six each of them, and the strength should be evenly matched.

The thirteenth saint has not yet appeared, and he does not know the attributes and strength of his faction.

The thirteenth saint should have been alienated from these twelve, but the old man hoped that he would be invited, and had great hope for his appearance.

Just by the name of the thirteenth saint named 'Lucifer', he was able to shut up the purple and black robes who looked arrogant at that time, which was enough to show the strength of this person.

From all these signs, it can be shown that this thirteenth saint is extraordinarily powerful, not only able to suppress the people of the 'dark' faction, but also to make the people of the 'light' faction extremely fearful.

The old man holding the book and the blonde woman wooing Song Qingxiao verified from the side that even if this person did not belong to the 'dark' line, it was very likely that he was biased towards the 'dark' line.

His presence made the 'Bright' family uneasy, so on the way to the Abyssal Land, even if Song Qingxiao was just a 'newcomer' sent by the Federation, the old man and the blonde beauty showed great affinity for her.

If this is the case, Song Qingxiao will fall to this side and occupy a small part of the initiative.

She paused, and by this time Hayas, shrouded in red mist, was already beginning to wake up.

His lowered head moved, as if he was struggling to lift his head.

The black veins crawling on his body did not give up, and they squirmed faster and more rapidly, like worms that drilled into him, binding his flesh and body, making him let out an even more painful snort.

His back seemed to be more severe, almost pressed into the couch, as if to merge with the couch.

"Whew-"

Hayas' mouth came with a painful gasp, like an old man on the verge of death.

The terrifying black-red figure like a bloody corpse sat down in the chair for a moment, then its lowered head slowly lifted, and the outpouring of black-red blood seemed to be pulled back by a force, slowly crawling back in the direction of his body.

His body that was close to the sofa was separated from the chair little by little, and the black veins that grew on the back of the seat like vines were very unwilling to pull back little by little and return to his body.

After a short time, these outgoing blood stains were withdrawn into his body and recombined into a 'human' shadow.

With a creepy 'swish' sound, the blood droplets in the black-red mist turned into wisps of black threads and burrowed into Hayas's scalp.

It's just that the black-red mist that turned into a grimace was still unwilling to be retracted, and between the struggles, those inextricable black threads tore at the top of Hayas's head, making a 'hissing' sound.

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