After Wen Xiao entered the wall, he was surrounded by darkness, he couldn't see the surrounding walls clearly, he couldn't see the scene ahead, he cautiously walked forward, steps, steps, and his hand touched the wall. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It seems that this is a step leading to the bottom.

Boom, a flash of fire illuminated the path underfoot. This blue flame burned on Wen Xiao's left hand, and the inner end of the flame was directly attached to the skin, and this flame grew from his hand. Wen Xiao waved his left hand and walked down the steps step by step.

But the stairs were surprisingly long, and I walked for a while before I could see the end.

And when I look back, it's dark.

There seems to be something waiting for you ahead, calling you to go down, as if it is a kind of mission.

After walking for about five minutes, I still haven't finished the steps, maybe because I am walking slowly, or because the steps are really long.

Suddenly, a black qi as big as a head rushed over, straight towards Wen Xiao's heart.

Wen Xiao had been prepared for a long time, but after walking for such a while, nothing happened, and the vigilance in his heart was not as strong as the beginning, and this sudden attack came unprepared.

was about to wave his hand to resist, but the black gas had already hit his heart.

Bang, crashing sound. A cloud of black gas collided with a person's body, and it made a sound of a physical collision. Wen Xiao was stumbled by this blow and almost fell to the ground.

swastika, Wen Xiao looked at his chest, a "swastika" was protected in his heart, glowing with golden light, and slowly, the "swastika" disappeared.

"Phew!" Wen Xiao spat heavily, stood up, and put his left hand in front of him.

Close your eyes, open your eyes, the blue light is blooming, and the flames are dancing.

The black qi kept swimming in the air, as if sensing the momentum of the flames, and the black qi also swelled up, getting thicker and thicker.

One group, two groups, three groups, and the small black air mass after the decomposition of seven or eight quickly hit Wen Xiao. Wen Xiao pursed his lips tightly and rushed forward with an arrow step.

A cloud of black gas struck, and the black gas with his left hand was waved away, but the black gas seemed to be endless, and the dense rush towards Wen Xiao soon surrounded Wen Xiao.

Wen Xiao kept waving his left hand in the black air, flipping, and jumping. Every cloud of black gas touched the blue flame hand, and it dissipated.

Broken, Wen Xiao roared lightly, the blue light was sheng, and every time he came into contact with the black qi, the momentum of the blue flame brightened up by a point, and it seemed to absorb the power of the black qi.

Wen Xiao knew that the power of the black qi was not enough, so the five fingers of his left hand were brought together, and a palm knife slashed towards the black qi. Sensing the danger, the black gas immediately split in two, and the blue flame slashed straight down from the place where the black qi was separated.

The black gas seems to be conscious, and the situation is not good. Immediately scurryed down the steps at lightning speed, disappearing into the darkness beneath the passage.

Wen Xiao saw that the black qi had escaped, and he didn't have time to think about it, so he immediately chased after it, ignoring the darkness in front of him, and rushed into the passage at an extremely fast speed under the light of the flames.

After about 5 minutes of chasing, the steps finally disappeared and became the ground of the platform. Wen Xiao stopped and waved his left hand to check his surroundings.

There was a door ahead, the door was closed, a heavy iron door.

The black gas vanished from this place, presumably behind the door. Wen Xiao came to the door and looked the iron gate up and down. An iron door, about the same size as an anti-theft door, except that there is no doorknob or keyhole.

So, how do people get in?

Wen Xiao concentrated, clenched his left hand into a fist, and with a strain of his hand, the already faint blue flame immediately burst into light.

Wen Xiao inspected the iron gate under the light of the blue flames. On the iron door is a portrait, like a portrait carved out of a chisel, a demon with a bull head and three eyes is holding a heart, a bloody heart, and in front of the evil ghost is a square pillar, which seems to be a sacrificial pillar, on which lies a corpse with a hollowed out heart, and the whole body is blood, and the heart is blood-red, and the blood droplets on the heart seem to be real, as if they will drip down at any time.

In this strange picture of the devil's heart, all the parts are just lines outlined, except for the ghost's head and the heart.

Wen Xiao put his hand on the iron door, and a powerful fierce aura hit Wen Xiao's mind, and Wen Xiao immediately instinctively took a step back.

Powerful ferocity, this door actually contains such a huge ferocity.

I don't think I've been exposed to this kind of thing in a long time.

Someone actually moved this thing here, "Bull Ghost Shuramon", it seems that this Sima Yao doesn't know that he is playing with fire.

Wen Xiao sneered, stupid mortal.

Wen Xiao put his palm on the heart again, the iron door seemed to have sensed, and the head of the bull-headed demon gradually lit up, the bright red head, the pair of bloodthirsty eyes were fierce at this time, and the color of the heart became darker and darker.

Those eyes moved! That heart, moved!

That bloodthirsty and murderous gaze shot at Wen Xiao, as if he wanted to see who dared to wake up his deep sleep.

Wen Xiao met that gaze, did not flinch, did not evade.

A pair of cold, murderous, chilling eyes met the eyes of the evil ghost.

After a few moments, the demon's eyes seemed to flicker, and a brief moment of surprise disappeared from the demon's eyes.

Eventually, the demon's eyes began to lose color, and the skull slowly returned to its original shape, and the heart slowly returned to its original state.

"Long~~~" There was a heavy sound, and the iron door opened.

When Wen Xiao was about to step through the door, no, it should have been when the heavy sound of opening the door sounded, Wen Xiao felt the restlessness behind the door.

Sure enough, as soon as Wen Xiao entered the door, he saw seven or eight evil ghosts floating in the air roaring at him, and each evil ghost rushed towards him, with a big mouth open, and his green eyes were full of cannibalism.

However, none of them managed to rush in front of Wen Xiao and tear it apart.

Wen Xiao closed the door, and then observed the whole situation of the whole room. The space is not large, about the same size as the study space of the villa, there are no electric lights, no tables and chairs.

There was a lantern hanging on each of the four walls, emitting a pale green light, flickering and flickering, and it was impossible to see what substance was burning.

There were seven or eight demons in this room, and underneath each of them was a circle about a meter in diameter, and strange patterns were carved into the circle.

The seven or eight evil ghosts in Wen Xiaojian stared at him, baring their teeth and grinning, and their eyes were full of resentment.

"Who imprisoned you here?" Wen Xiao was the first to speak, in fact, Wen Xiao knew that most of it was related to Sima Yao, but it was very strange how Sima Yao, an ordinary human being, could know how to control ghosts and gods to imprison spirits.

Those demons didn't expect someone to ask such a question, wasn't he an accomplice of Sima Lao's thief?

"Aren't you an accomplice of Old Thief Sima?" An old man dressed as a spirit was the first to speak, and when he spoke, the other spirits looked at him.

Wen Xiao looked at the group of ghosts around him, a child, a middle-aged woman, a girl in her 20s, an old man, a businessman in a suit, a person who looked like a prosecutor, and a chubby middle-aged man.

Seven spirits.

It was the old man spirit who spoke, and Wen Xiao noticed that he was the least resentful of all the spirits, unlike the other spirits who stared at him viciously.

If it weren't for those barriers, I'm afraid it would have swooped down a long time ago.

"My name is Wen Xiao, I don't know Sima Yao well, I just stumbled upon this place, and now I'm curious how you ended up imprisoned here?" Wen Xiao took a step back as he spoke, and then leaned against the door, which was a little more comfortable.

But his action caused all the spirits to be surprised, and they all stared at him in shock, and there was no malice in their eyes just now, more shock.

"You, what's wrong with you?" The little boy's spirit pointed at Wen Xiao and was speechless, as if he had seen something extremely shocked.

Wen Xiao noticed the changes in the spirits and didn't know what to do. Look at these spirits in confusion.

"What's wrong?" Wen Xiao asked the doubts in his heart.

The old man's spirit body was the first to recover from the shock, and he must not be an ordinary person. "You leaned against this iron gate just now, don't you know how powerful this iron gate is?"

Wen Xiao finally knew where the shock of the spirits came from, spread his hands, and said, "You know, isn't it the Bull Ghost Shuramen?" ”

The spirits were shocked again, just the bull ghosts and Shura? Does this guy really not know or is he pretending to be stupid? But why didn't this door respond?

Don't? When the spirits thought of this, their hearts immediately became vigilant, and the resentment and ferocity on their bodies condensed again, as if they were facing a great enemy.

The comers are not good.

Wen Xiaogan found that the atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense, and the resentment and ferocity were worshiped again.

"Who the hell are you!?" This time it was a 20-year-old girl spirit who spoke, he stared at Wen Xiao viciously, the evil qi and ferocious qi of the whole province were actually combined, and it was actually the spirit body with the deepest resentment here.

He died at a young age, and it seems that he must have experienced a lot of pain.

"I can save you." Wen Xiao didn't care about it, and showed a serious expression.

Seriously.

"What?" The middle spirit didn't expect him to answer them like this, and what he didn't expect was that he said that he could just talk to them. The girl's spirit was stunned, unable to believe her ears.

The spirits suddenly became noisy, and they couldn't believe their ears, this person, is he crazy?

"Why are you?" A calm, solemn voice rang out in the noise, and the spirits slowly fell silent after hearing this.

It was the prosecutor spirit who spoke, although he was dead, but the seriousness on his face was still there, and the rigidity was still there, but the face of justice in the past had changed into a terrifying and terrifying grimace.

Wen Xiao knew that these spirits did not believe in themselves. But my mission, that's it.

"Why?" Wen Xiao lowered his head and muttered to himself.

When the spirits saw him like this, the glimmer of hope that suddenly appeared in their hearts was instantly shattered.

Actually, I really hope that someone can save me out, and just now I suddenly ignited hope, and I really hoped that what this person said was true. But now, is this fate? He was tortured in his life, and he was devastated when he died.

"Why? Even the bull ghost Shuramon didn't want to come to me. Finally, Wen Xiao raised his head, looked at the group of ghosts, and said such a sentence.

Suddenly, hope seemed to be rekindled.