Under this scrutiny, she was a little shocked to find that the area she was standing in now seemed to be extremely strange.

It turned out that at some point, there was a red color under her feet, and even some fishy and bloody smells came.

What made her feel extremely uncomfortable was that a few feet away from her sides, there were two rows of white sharp objects.

She steadied herself and walked over to the white objects, which were smooth and shiny, sharp at the top and square or flat below.

At the place where the white object fell, there were actually pieces of wriggling flesh and blood, and when she found all this, she suddenly stopped and opened her mouth to exclaim.

How could this smell of blood be so familiar?

She suddenly thought of something, and suddenly turned to look at the entrance of the black hole, and her face was suddenly as pale as paper.

What is this?

She suddenly thought of an extremely terrifying picture, Zhou Chengfeng, who was desperately trying to save her, should have experienced such pain.

After Fang Ying realized all this, before she even had time to scream, the crimson under her feet actually began to churn and rise.

"Ahh

A loud whimper came, Fang Ying's body suddenly fell in response to the inertia, and the upper and lower parts of his feet were directly rolled up by the red wriggling, and he was thrown directly into the black entrance, disappearing in an instant.

"Ho-ho, ho-ho!" the sound of swallowing and chewing came!

A huge upper jaw collapsed, and as the neck slowly swallowed and squirmed, a two-horned monster with a huge triangular head finally appeared at the end of the connecting passage.

At the same time, after the upper eyelids blinked a few times, they flipped up, and the two lantern-like vertical eyes, with a crystal light, suddenly opened, and appeared round and bright at the edge of the mouth in the pitch black.

It's just that this big eye was only for a moment, and it actually closed again, falling into a state of confusion, which seemed not to be caused by spirit, but opened by inertia.

......

After most of the day, finally, a demon priest dressed in black and covered in black also approached the entrance of this connecting passage, and with the slight changes around him, this cold young man also subconsciously slowed down.

He stared at his feet and ahead with great vigilance, pausing a few steps and thinking for a moment, as he muttered to himself:

"This ground is no longer paved with stone slabs, many areas have been renovated with loess, and the aura ahead is also much different from before, not only is the aura low, but also this strong smell of blood, where does it come from?"

Suddenly, he stopped talking to himself, paused in an instant, and his body shook, like thunder!

He violently lifted his black cover, revealing a handsome face like a carving, and under the sword eyebrows, a pair of pupils were like ink, and this young man actually had black eyes.

Among the demons, black eyes are one of the most noble bloodlines of the demons, and this demon youth is none other than the little demon lord who was strategizing in the Shura field before and has the opportunity in hand.

His face changed suddenly, but he also said with a dry smile: "It won't be so weak! This perverted guy is actually in the same connection channel as me, and it is the second time that he has met him alone, and I am really 'lucky'." ”

He was depressed, and refused to take a step forward, but sat down directly, closed his eyes, calmed down, quietly breathed and recuperated, and refused to say a word again.

......

Cinnabar's eyes opened, and he woke up from his meditation cultivation again, and at the moment of awakening, he also heard the sound of his stomach growling.

Cultivation really consumes energy, and I am hungry again so quickly.

Cinnabar opened the ring and took out some things, there was a lot of dry food in it, he didn't move at all, but some of the broken branches of the black vine demon clan, as well as the meat of the porcupine, all came in handy at this moment.

The withered branches were naturally used to light the fire, and the cinnabar easily carried the little demon technique "Fire Dance," and did not even use the trick "Scorching Flame," and the fire was easily raised.

And the porcupine thigh meat is not a very difficult thing for Cinnabar to accept.

Although the other party is a spirit beast sacrificer, it is still an uncivilized spirit beast, so using it to solve hunger will not cause adverse reactions.

Even after several smoking and roasting experiences, he even fell in love with the taste of this porcupine leg meat, four plump legs of porcupine, and now there are two left, the future is still far away, and cinnabar is more and more cherished.

The operation of the cinnabar grill meat is already quite ripe, and it doesn't take long for the fragrance to waft out.

The porcupine thigh meat is fat and thin, under the scorching heat, the fat carburet, the thin fragrance, a "zizi" sound, has been cooked for most of it.

Cinnabar is extremely proud, to be able to mix in the connecting channel so easily and freely, it is a bit of a sense of superiority of the tongue, even if the wind lacks them, I am afraid that I will not be able to enjoy such a flavor.

He looked at the golden leg meat, thinking that the large piece of blossom was in front of him, and he couldn't help but feel a little distracted.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that the sound of footsteps suddenly sounded behind him.

Cinnabar is now at the peak of his cultivation period, and his cultivation has become more profound recently, so at the moment, his heart moved, and he directly withdrew his mind and stepped back, turning his head back to look at it, while secretly regretting it in his heart.

blamed himself for being a little carried away, only caring about the barbecue, and forgetting to watch the front and back ends in time.

The encounters in the past few days have even made him a little complacent about himself, thinking that whether it is a human demon clan, as long as there are no major mistakes in his encounter, he can generally mix in the past.

Now, in a careless way, he didn't realize that a sacrificer had suddenly appeared behind him, such a mistake is simply unforgivable.

He turned to look back at this moment, and suddenly found a thin young man dressed in black, with an indifferent face, quietly passing by him.

This young man was about the same age as himself, with a large earthy yellow hat on his head, and two silk ribbons hanging from his chin, but his eyes were bitter and cold, and he kept staring ahead.

Regarding the existence of cinnabar, his expression seemed to be deaf and blind.

Seeing the emaciated young man's lonely appearance, especially the look that seemed to be arrogant, Cinnabar couldn't help but feel on fire in his heart, he would rather fight against the enemy than be ignored!

Okay, you guy, dare to be when I don't exist, I just brush up on a wave of presence.

Cinnabar shouted directly to the young man: "This friend, is it a little lonely to go alone, you might as well come to me, bake the fire to keep warm, and eat meat to replenish your strength." ”

He deliberately shouted loudly, and he had made preparations in advance, no matter what kind of disciple the other party was, he could pretend to be a fellow clan, and naturally he was not afraid.

The indifferent young man walked between him, and he didn't want to take care of the cinnabar, but he stopped when he shouted like this.

He turned to look at Cinnabar, and said with a somewhat lonely expression: "Loneliness, loneliness, cold and hunger, are all sharp weapons for cultivation, and the more hard work and hard work, the more beneficial it is to cultivate." ”

Seeing that he was neither lukewarm nor hot, he was quite similar to his senior brother Duan Leng, and immediately had a good impression.