Some places have even specially invented the terrible punishment of tying women to an elevated shelf and slowly smoking them to death with Huanying incense, and what is even more terrifying is that such a dead female corpse can not rot for a long time as long as it is poured with a little special medicine, and the skin texture is far better than before death, becoming a lot of perverted "dolls". The girls were just as expensive, and of course, no one wanted the offspring of a mixture of humans and beasts, who were believed to be cursed by the gods, and were killed at birth soaked in preservatives, or simply cast into copper wires to be used as altar offerings to ward off evil spirits.

Lin Xuanchen didn't know the dark side of these societies, but as a Nine Heavens Xuannu, she knew the effect of Huan Yingxiang, and of course, there was an unknown antidote, no one would have thought that this inferior aphrodisiac incense actually had the easiest way to crack it, which was a tranquilizer.

"The antidote to the fragrance of joy...... It's addictive, and it's not particularly easy to refine...... The King of the Nights is out!Extinguish those incense!" At this time, Lin Xuanchen couldn't care about hiding any strength, because she felt that her life was threatened. She was extremely sure that this so-called second master would not kill him easily, all he wanted was his own body, but in Lin Xuanchen's thoughts, chastity and life were actually the same thing.

The Night King moved, condensing his body from the darkness under the oil lamp, but at this time, the Rakshasa Prince showed great strength as an assassin-type ghost.

All of the Soul's attacks are based on their own materialization, and only tangible musculoskeletals, claws and fangs, or swords, guns, and clubs can hurt enemies, but the terrifying thing about the Rakshasa Prince is that he can directly unleash all the physical attacks he has learned from the shadows, not just curses.

The shadow under the feet of the second master suddenly became agitated, and a slender and sharp claw stabbed fiercely at the second master, who was already on guard. A series of pinprick cold light erupted from the young second master's body, and then a large area of soul mist rose up, rolling and condensing into a chainsaw-like blizzard to protect the second master's body.

A cloud of black dead air emerged from the ghost claw, separating the blizzard, and almost indiscriminately one claw landed on the back of the second master, and the whole person of the second master was torn into countless ice cubes by this claw.

Ice stand-in.

The place where the second master appeared was something that everyone didn't expect, he appeared directly in the position where Lin Xuanchen's head was lying up, he squatted down, stretched out his hand and scooped Lin Xuanchen up, as if he was robbing the people's daughter, and he was about to carry it on his shoulder, and at the same time, his free left hand had been infused with an incomparably pure Gangfeng.

But the arrival of darkness was so unexpected, or rather, the second master did not have any means to defend against dark magic that could be called qualified. At the moment when he grabbed the clothes on Lin Xuanchen's shoulder, a blood-red eye suddenly opened in a shadow above his head, and a terrifying red light directly engulfed him completely.

The second master had already mentioned that the wind in his whole body was on defense, and even countless thin lines of lightning had lit up around his body, but the power of these winds and thunder was completely unable to stop the impact of the beam full of dark power, and the dark energy brutally tore through the energy network constructed by the wind and thunder, and squeezed into his body hard. Within a breath of the red light disappearing, there was a strange silence in the tent, and in the shadows under the oil lamp there was already a pitch-black monster about the height of an adult, but three times as wide, and a scrawny short-haired little boy suddenly appeared from the corner of the tent, a pair of blood-red pupils staring at the stiff figure of the second master leaning over. The eerie silence in the tent made the girls lying in a row forget to breathe, and they stared at this terrifying scene with wide eyes.

The face of the second master was less than a foot away from Lin Xuanchen's face at this time, and Lin Xuanchen could clearly see his young, handsome and somewhat vicious face, and even the slightly cute fine fluff on his face. The second master's originally immature but flexible body has completely frozen, and his shadow even shows a rock-like stiff texture. He stiffened in front of Lin Xuanchen for a breath, and then, just as the demon in the shadows under the oil lamp was about to unleash a missile-like punch, his body lit up with a Juyuan style.

Yes, the Juyuan Style, not the Soul Gathering Style, that is the old technology of the Gangfeng Era, it should have been powerless, but he didn't expect that when his Gathering Yuan Style was completed, he seemed to regain his ability to move again, and he turned over and dodged the hammer-like blow in the back with a somersault in the small tent.

The thump stopped, and the wind pressure ruffled the girls' hair. The thin second master didn't hesitate at all, and just dodged and arrived at the door.

The boy form of the Rakshasa Prince disappeared directly, and the Night King instantly turned into a swirling black mist and rushed towards the second master. At this time, the second master still had time to let out a lewd and strange laugh: "Hehehe! I'm afraid you don't know, that incense burner is a spiritual weapon, of high quality, once the incense is lit, it will never be extinguished before it is burned!"

"Where to go!" the Night King's voice was like thunder, and dark white ripples even rippled in the air. However, the small and immature figure of the second master has disappeared into the sunlight outside the door curtain.

The two Imperial Spirits chased after each other, and they were greeted by a sudden darkening sky and gray sandstorms.

The minions outside the tent did not seem to panic in the face of the two imperial souls that only had the silhouette of a human, but gathered in a circle to watch the gladiatorial fight, and when the second master came out, the wind on his left hand dispersed, and at the same time that thunder and lightning crackled in the air around him, the dirt and rocky ground under his feet slowly shook and bulged, and a well-maintained corpse ejected like a monkey in the sky, forming a military formation in front of the two imperial souls. The dark power in the soul of the royal soul stirred, and the King of the Nights even wanted to start a day of calamity, but the sudden gray sky and the wind that flew sand and rocks made his efforts fail, and the negative energy of the undead successfully suppressed the dark energy, forming a man-made "undead natural disaster" on the top of this small hill.

The undead disaster, that is similar to the dark canopy, and there is no horror of slaughtering cities and destroying countries as rumored, after all, it is only a kind of domain, or the weakest kind, this kind of domain cannot affect time and space itself, it can only affect the weather to a limited extent, and it is almost the same as the bad weather that cooperates with the undead attack. The Soul of Darkness fights in this environment, and it has an advantage over humans, but it is still in an extremely disadvantageous position compared to the army of the undead.

"Bastard!" the Night King roared, and immediately transformed into a giant's form, but the second master was not afraid at all, and while screeching, he once again swung a wind with thunder and lightning, awakening the elephant buried underground.

Although the three undead elephants alone are not comparable to the Night King, they are better in numbers, not to mention that the Night King can vaguely sense that on the top of this bare hill, there are even more powerful undead buried on the top of this bare hill, and even make him fearful.

It's a ghost war, a contest between darkness and death.

The Night King did not let out a roar this time, and he could not feel the breath of the Rakshasa Prince on the ground full of undead for the time being. "Hmph! you can never count on the moment of truth!" he thought with some exasperation, as he silently slammed his fist into the gray-white undead elephant.

It is said to be an undead elephant, but it is actually a half-decomposed elephant carcass.

The black wind pressure turned into a shocking fist, hitting the high protruding bone in the middle of the elephant's head, and the elephant was knocked back, but the other two elephants of the same shape used their gray-white trunks like giant squid's tentacles to roll up stones and smash the Night King in order to come up, and at the same time, the undead soldiers full of electricity swarmed through the gaps in the elephants, beating the Night King's legs wildly, so that he had to distract himself and infuse some of the dark power into the scale armor to avoid injury. The three elephants approached like a tank, whether it was a kick of the elephant's legs, a headbutt, or a spike with an ivory, it could pose a serious threat to the King of the Night, so that he could not spare any energy to deal with those undead soldiers, and the rough skin and thick flesh of the undead elephant was not something he could deal with a few punches, so that the King of the Night was like a dam in front of the mudslide, and there was no other way than to resist such an impact head-on.

When he was about to be surrounded, he glanced back at the camp tent and wanted to beckon Xiao Yanzhu to go back to rescue his master, but he never had a chance to speak. He still remembered that Lin Xuanchen's last order was to blow out those incense.

Inside the tent, Lin Xuanchen felt a terrible itch, not all over her body, but precisely the most embarrassing part of her that itched, almost making her face red and dripping blood. She struggled hard, thinking over and over again in her mind about controlling the Chosen Dress to pop out the blade to cut the ropes on her body, but the precious silk clothes on her body still did not react, and she had forgotten that she had already changed into the Chosen Dress at this time.

The pink smoke emitted by the three incense sticks has already spread, evenly distributed in the air inside the tent, no matter how much you hold your breath at this time, it will not help, this incense can even penetrate into the body through the pores.

The girls who were gagged made unbearable whining sounds, and in the pungent smell of Huanyingxiang, a more pungent smell suddenly emanated from the left and right sides of Lin Xuanchen, obviously, many girls had been incontinent by this terrible incense.

The urine and water were even mixed with the taste, and on Lin Xuanchen's face, who was struggling and squirming, sweat and tears had been fully mixed. She writhed in despair, the Soul Enma Ai was overloaded with detoxification for her, unable to answer any of her orders, and the other girls who didn't have this kind of support were already letting out a continuous, desperate "woo-" sound like a choked howl.

Everyone was writhing wildly, on the shoddy thick blanket, as if entrenched in a group of live snakes, Lin Xuanchen felt that she was about to reach the edge of incontinence, the itch in that place was like scratching the heart with a thin iron hook, maybe in the next second, she would go crazy like other girls.

The pink smoke suddenly disappeared at the moment when Lin Xuanchen was about to go crazy, and only a pure light illuminated the oil lamp on the pillar here, which seemed to be ten times brighter at this moment, almost illuminating the unbearable scene in the camp tent, and the girl who was trapped in the camp and gagged suddenly became manic, mixed with urine and all kinds of red, red, brown and brown filth, and squirmed towards the source of the change.

Lin Xuanchen stopped, although when she was quiet, she could feel the itching and heat on her body worse than just now, but her heart was relaxed at this time.

In the tent, I don't know when there was an extra silver figure. The silver-haired and silver-eyed boy didn't tally anyone around him at all, and came straight to Lin Xuanchen's side.

A standard princess hugged Lin Xuanchen up, and then it was time and space, oh no, it was the violent air distortion feeling when teleporting.

The two of them disappeared into the camp tent where the pink faded, and no one noticed at this time that a delicate small metal cup was left in the place where Lin Xuanchen had just struggled and writhed.

The cup emitted a shimmer characteristic of the lighter.

......

(Silver Dust and Lin Xuanchen have a slight detoxification process in the Demon Duncan's secret room)

......

Lin Xuanchen woke up from a coma and found himself lying in Yinchen's arms.

She felt extremely tired, and seemed to have returned to her previous sick state, with no place on her body that she wanted to move, and the rope was stuck on her skin, and there were only faint aches and pains.

She felt her face feverish and wanted to reach out and touch it, but she couldn't move her hands tied behind her back.

She thought about it, then leaned her face against Yinchen's heart, listening to the heartbeat full of youthful power.

"Awake?" the rope loosened when the words reached his ears.

"Hmm!" Lin Xuanchen didn't move at this time, still lying in Yinchen's arms beautifully, without a trace of struggle. Compared to the time when she writhed in the tent for an unknown amount of time, she was quiet and beautiful at this time.

Silver Dust gently stroked her long hair, smelling the familiar scent of her hair, and didn't say much, or rather, they didn't need to say anything more.

Whether it's Huan Yingxiang, or other incense or poison, it has nothing to do with Lin Xuanchen at this time, the petite Lori girl is lying in her lover's arms, her head is groggy, and she wants to sleep very much, but she knows that she can't sleep at this time.

"How long?" she asked, motionless.

"What?"

"How long has it been?"

"I don't know. ”

"How is Sister Yue'er?"

"I don't know. ”

"I don't know?" Lin Xuanchen struggled for a while and remembered, his whole body was sore and weak: "How can you leave them behind......"

"The rain of locks is gone. Silver Dust quickly changed the subject: "We didn't achieve anything this time." ”

"It's that you have no purpose at all!" Lin Xuanchen's expression fell, and there was a little reproach in his tone: "You have detached yourself and become irresponsible!"