Therefore, the moment when Murong Yinzhu was in a trance was the best time, Han Yan squinted slightly, and the arrow of spiritual energy in his hand shot straight out, penetrating the spiritual energy cover, and just hit Murong Yinzhu's eyebrows impartially.

Murong Yinzhu's eyes widened, puzzled and confused, and his expression was still on the question of "what is brother, who is brother".

Then, she fell straight down and lay on the ground, this time without moving, she really fainted.

Han Yan snapped his fingers, the formation disappeared just now, and after he went up, he immediately began to cultivate according to the traces of Rong Hua's drunken seal.

His furnace can't have such an accident, and he still has questions to ask this furnace now, he doesn't know anything, and it is not convenient for future actions. He was careless before, and he thought that he just needed to control her well.

Rong Huazui is right, there are some things that he doesn't do directly, he needs to know more, and he needs more means.

He decided to put a little more thought into Murong Yinzhu and his furnace ding, and use more means, after all, she was such an important prop.

……

In the dark night, Murong Yinzhu only felt that she was walking on a road that was extremely dark, there was not a trace of light on this road, she didn't know what was ahead, she didn't know when it was the end, and she didn't even know why she was taking this road.

However, she seemed to have no choice but to go down, and there was no one to show her the way, no one to explain to her.

As he walked, some scenery began to appear on both sides of the road, it was a blood-colored scene, as if it was a scene like Shura's hell, and Murong Yinzhu could see that there was an unrecognizable person inside, constantly killing, killing, and tearing apart the beast.

Flesh and blood flying, miserable, just looking at a disgusting feeling, the last person stood alone in the pool of blood, the scenery on both sides is exactly the same, the blood-red background, and the black silhouette, with this never-ending road.

Murong Yinzhu began to run, wanting to get out of here, she didn't know how far ahead, she just ran desperately, but it was useless to run, the kind of picture on both sides of the road had been following her, no matter how she ran, she couldn't run away.

With a stumble, Murong Yinzhu fell to the ground, she stretched out her hand forward, trying to grab something, but she couldn't catch anything, she was the only one on this dark and terrible road.

She didn't know if anyone had ever spent time with her, but now, it was only her, only her in this never-ending darkness, even if she fell, no one would come to pull her, even if she cried and shouted, no one would pay attention to her.

She was so tired, she couldn't walk, she was so afraid, she didn't want to see the terrible blood red on both sides, she wanted to be on her way, there were people, and there was light. She was crawling on the cold ground that she couldn't see, shivering, cold, cold from the bottom of her heart.

"If you're afraid, hold my hand." A voice came from far, far away, "Hold it." ”

Murong Yinzhu raised her eyes, as if she saw a person stretching out his hand towards her, slender fingers appeared in front of her eyes, that person seemed to have a little light, although she couldn't see his face, but she could see hope, she almost trembled and greedily grasped that hand.