After Zhuge Yan hung up, the ultimate burial crow king didn't last long, and after five minutes, it bled too much and died. As soon as the boss died, the group of burial crows in the Jiuqu ileum stone forest immediately went crazy, as if they were nervous, "ya~ya~ya~" hissed, and they all rushed out at once, forming a circle around the boss's corpse, and there were more than 10,000 of them.

The funeral of the crows is a very grand scene.

The crows screamed endlessly, singing one by one, and the mournful cries echoed in this space.

There were a total of thirty or forty thousand burial crows, and now there are only about 10,000 left, and the others have basically been wiped out by Ye Luo's five-person team. Correspondingly, the pressure on the other trialists in the stone forest was reduced, and the casualties were much less, and in the end, a full ten people walked out of the stone forest.

Ye Luo glanced at it and found that among the ten people, there was Ye Huangcheng that she was familiar with, but there was no wind worry-free, the face of the brother in the deserted city was a little gloomy, and there was a bit of death in his eyes, it should be because of the "death" of the wind worry-free. Ye Luo was not worried that Feng Wuwu would really die, Wu Wuwu had Buddha bone relics on her body, enough to hold her body at a critical moment, and she would never be like other trialists, who were eaten by the burial crows and only had bones left.

Ye Luo also found that Zhuge Er and Mo Jingshu were also there, but their faces were weird, there was a black line at the center of their eyebrows, and the whole person exuded an extremely ominous atmosphere.

In front of Zhuge Yanhe and Mo Jingshu, there was also a twenty-five or sixteen-year-old young man, who was handsome in appearance, but with a hint of evil spirit, there was also a black line at the center of his eyebrows, and the black line was still moving, as if there was a living thing moving inside, which was quite terrifying.

Ye Luo frowned slightly and asked, "Who is he?"

Yan Xi's face instantly turned cold, and he said in a deep voice: "That person can't be provoked, he is the chief disciple of the third peak, Nalan Chun, who is the best at using Gu, and his methods are extremely treacherous and vicious. He ranks second among the inner disciples, and his strength is above me and Zhuge Yan. It is rumored that Nalan Chun even has the strength to fight with the eldest prince Mo Ye. ”

Ye Luo's golden eyes flashed with a look of worry.

If he is good at using Gu, then the wriggling black line at the center of Nalan Chun's eyebrows should be the Gu worm in his eyes.

Zhuge Yanhe and Mo Jingshu also have their eyebrows, could it be that they were controlled by Nalan Chun and fell into the Gu?

Thinking of this, Ye Luo's back couldn't help but rise with a stream of white sweat. She looked in the direction of Nalan Chun again, only to find that behind Nalan Chun, there was a black line in the center of the eyebrows, and the trialists were not only Zhuge Er and Mo Jingshu, but even Shen Yan of the first peak, Ling Hu'an of the sixth peak, and an inner disciple of the second peak, were not controlled.

Nalan Chun seemed to feel Ye Luo's gaze, turned his head, and glanced at her lightly. His eyes are double pupils, that is, there are two pupils in the eyeball, and the whole person has four pupils.

Ye Luo's palms were drenched with a layer of clammy sweat.

Just a look, this Nalan Chun made her feel a huge pressure. This is the absolute crushing of the eighth-order mad warrior against the third-order mad warrior.

The cold sweat on Ye Luo's forehead became more and more dense, and his face became more and more pale.

"Huh."

Nalan Chun sneered, her expression was full of disdain for Ye Luo, as if she was laughing at her for not being able to do anything, a junior of a third-order mad warrior, who dared to look at herself.