388. Black hair

They are built on top of each other, some form the huge circular vault of the palace, and some form a huge high spire that resembles Gothic architecture on all four sides beyond the circular vault.

What kind of temple would be built underground?

At this moment, Feng Yiling and Liu Shuo slowly walked over from the palace, seeing that his idol was flushed and his eyes were full of joy, Ayan guessed that this temple might be the tomb of the goddess that his idol was looking for.

Sure enough, after his idol came, he announced to them that he had found the tomb of the goddess. That temple is the above-ground part of the tomb of the goddess. Now that they have found the tomb of the goddess, they are not in a hurry to go to the tomb, and now their main task is to eat, replenish their energy, and then go down to the tomb of the goddess after they are repaired and energetic.

When eating, seeing that he had woken up, Feng Yiling smiled at him from a distance and didn't say anything. Although his smile was very captivating, Ayan seemed to be quite embarrassed.

After all, he dragged his feet, he really dragged his feet, the manly husband is like a girl, he is weak and weak, and he is dizzy when he says that he is dizzy, which is simply unseemly.

It's a pity that no matter how decent, it has become a fact. Ah, Ayan wants to cry without tears, his glorious image is probably gone.

After eating, Feng Yiling arranged for Liushuo to be on duty, and the rest of the people went into the tent to rest. Because he fainted before, Ayan, who didn't know how long he had been asleep, couldn't sleep at this time. He wanted to go to Changliushuo, but he was so embarrassed by fainting that he was in a dilemma for a while, he couldn't sit and lie restless in the tent, he couldn't sleep, and it was difficult to get out.

It must have been really tired from this journey, and his idol and the other three secret guards fell asleep after a while. He couldn't hear their breathing and heartbeats, but he could see them.

Liushuo sat in front of the campfire they burned at the edge of the camp with a long sword in his hand, and there was still a dead silence underground, except for his breathing and heartbeat.

I wanted to perform well in front of my idol to prove that it was a wise move for him to pick him up back then, but unfortunately, I didn't fight for it! The performance opportunity that he finally encountered was used by him to make a fool of himself, what an embarrassing horse, a panicked horse!

Now, the image in his idol's heart is afraid that it will completely collapse. Originally, there were many outstanding people in the Feng family, and most of the people who were given the surname of the Feng clan were people of the real Feng bloodline. They were born strong, and he couldn't compare to the naturally strong people, and now it proves this-

Yes!

What a tragedy!

In the midst of Ayan's cranky thoughts and various tragic laments, he suddenly heard the sound of music played by a silk and bamboo orchestra. It's not anyone's phone ringtone, they didn't take their phones with them!

Accompanied by the sound of the silk bamboo orchestra was a soft female voice, her voice was very soft, very light, like a feather, which teased the heart. Her voice was very sweet, very sweet, like dipped in bee candy, sweet to the heart.

Listening to the pleasant sound of the bamboo, Ayan glanced at the tomb of the goddess on that side. I saw that the tomb of the goddess under the starlight suddenly fell into darkness, completely black, the black that he couldn't see his five fingers, Rao was black that he couldn't see through with the vision of a spiritual cultivator.

The starlight above the dome also sank into darkness at this time.

What kind of darkness can reach such a state?

Could it be that God's hand suddenly blindfolded him?

Just when Ah Yan wondered whether to report the situation to his idol, Hikari suddenly returned. However, it was not a return to the tomb of the goddess, nor a return to the starry dome, but in front of his eyes.

In front of his tent, several extremely beautiful women suddenly appeared. They smiled at him, their beautiful eyes, full of affection, as if they had something to say, as if they were hiding some secrets, and they stood on tiptoe to the beat of the bamboo, their clothes fluttering, dancing.

The inexplicable fragrance came from them, refreshing and addictive. The manic beating heart, smelling the sweet smell, inexplicably wants more, more, more—

Presumably dancing is also contagious.

Ayan wanted to dance with these beautiful women, and he rolled over and prepared to get up from the tent. The so-called wine today is drunk today, when will you stay if you don't dance at this time?

"Don't listen."

"Don't look."

"Don't smell it."

"Close your eyes, turn off your hearing, turn off your sense of smell."

Ayan was almost addicted to the inexplicable taste in front of him, and when he was about to climb out of the tent under the seduction of those women, his idol suddenly reminded him with a divine sense.

Hearing the slightly low, ascetic voice of his idol, Ayan suddenly refreshed his mind, and what kind of dance did he dance? Dance! Something is wrong?

So, I hurriedly closed my eyes and turned off my sense of hearing and smell.

Idols are right to say anything.

Ayan, who had regained his senses, closed his eyes and thought hard, yes, where did the beautiful woman come from in the ancestral tomb mountain?

Even if there is a beautiful woman, it is not a person! He didn't feel that he had reached the point where he could defy the sky every day.

Obediently closing his eyes, covering his ears, inhaling and holding his breath, Ayan was waiting, he was waiting for his idol to say, okay, you can open your eyes, or, okay, do a big job.

It's a pity that he waited for a long time, and when he felt that he was about to suffocate himself, his idol didn't say a word.

The more you hold your breath, the more your braincase is deprived of oxygen, and the more hypoxic you are, the more cranky you become.

Why hasn't his idol called the shots yet?

Did you encounter any misfortune?

Wasn't he kidnapped by those glamorous goblins?

Thinking that the idol might fall into crisis, Ayan couldn't hold it anymore, and as soon as his eyes opened, he saw a beautiful woman suddenly appear in front of him.

I just wanted to say hello to the beauty, the beauty's face was so beautiful that it was incomprehensible, and the face that was extremely beautiful suddenly gave birth to countless black hairs, and as the black hair crawled all over the beauty's cheeks, the beauty's facial features instantly cracked, the eyes were not eyes, the nose was not the nose, and the mouth was not the mouth-

The beautiful and seductive eyes suddenly turned into two black holes, and there were two red compound eyes in the black hole, and the small and straight nose collapsed directly, becoming a hole, and the crystal clear lips with death Barbie powder directly turned into a bloody mouth that almost broke half of the head-

What orchestral silk bamboo pleasant sound, what whispering charming words, all turned into a black-haired monster at this moment, screaming at his head with his bloody mouth open, and was about to bite off his neck -

Oh my god!

Ayan was stunned!

I instinctively wanted to run, but my body couldn't move at all. He glanced sideways, and on his arms and legs, he was already entangled in the sudden black hair on the face of the monster in front of him—

Just as he was about to die of despair, Liushuo suddenly slashed at him with a sword, and the monster that was about to bite his neck was split in half and burned into ashes in a cloud of black flames.

Liushuo continued to swing his sword, "Hurry up." ”

In Ayan's opinion, Liushuo was completely chopping the air, but his intuition told him that the air was not simple. Hearing Liushuo's words, he hurriedly got up, and at this moment, his idol once again transmitted to him-

"Don't believe him!"

"He's a monster in the Tomb of the Goddess!"

"He's going to kill us!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

It's still that slightly low, ascetic voice. It was the voice of his idol.

Regardless of the fact that Feng Yiling is Ayan's idol for the time being, just because he Feng Yiling is the head of the Feng family, his words are holy decrees, he wants to kill Liushuo, as a subordinate, he dare not obey, let alone as Feng Yiling's brainless fan.

Idols are right about everything!

Taking advantage of Liushuo's continued slashing of the air, Ayan quietly pulled out the knife, and a fierce man pounced on Liushuo's side and stabbed him!

His knife was extremely ruthless, and it went straight to Liushuo's heart, and the unprepared Liushuo was so honorably attacked. In Liushuo's pain and shock, his blood flowed all over Ayan's hands.

Ayan turned the hilt of the knife and slashed Liushuo's heart fiercely, while pulling out a short dagger with his other hand and cutting off Liushuo's head directly.

The fulfillment of the holy decree of the idol is naturally to invite merit. When Ayan looked back at Feng Yiling and was about to accept his praise, he saw a group of monsters with long black hair, bloody mouths, and red eyes looming overhead!

They resemble a group of sea urchins, with no hands or feet, only a strange head, and black hair. The hairs were windless and automatic, swaying in the air, like tentacles with life.

They didn't attack him immediately, but swept directly towards Liushuo's headless body, and in an instant, Liushuo's body disappeared into a group of hairs.

Seeing this, Ayan shivered, he didn't know why so many sea urchins suddenly appeared, but at that moment he felt that the knife in his hand didn't seem to be sharp!

Among the overwhelming sea urchins overhead, only a few pounced on Liushuo's corpse, and most of them were still floating there, not knowing whether they were watching or thinking.

The group of sea urchins after devouring Liushuo's corpse were obviously not satisfied, and they were tangled up for a while and actually tore each other apart. Piercing and creepy, panicked screams rang out in the dark underground.

That voice, Ayan swears, he never wants to hear it again in his life.

Ayan felt that he should go to his idol, but the more sea urchins who had been waiting for him moved before him.

The extremely foul stench was stirred up by them, and before Ayan could find out where Feng Yiling was, they swept in front of him. The overwhelming black hair swept him around.

Looking at those windless and very arrogant black hairs, Ayan wanted to light a fire to see if he could burn them. However, before his fire was lit, he felt an itch on his face, and even an itch in his nose.

He touched his face, as if brushing away the strands of hair that had been stained on his face, but suddenly found that his hands were covered with those black hairs at some point! As for the head of Liushuo that he carried in his hand, it turned out to be Feng Yiling's head at this moment!

it!

The mentality has collapsed!

Did he kill his idol with his own hands?

The head of their Feng clan?

Looking at Feng Yiling's face, which was comparable to three points of Xianjun, Ayan was stunned, not only his mentality collapsed, but his worldview also collapsed.