The faint flames of fire against the cold wind outside the window, the light of the fire reflected on the faces of the people.

Feng Demon really leaned back on the chair and fell asleep, for some reason, looking at her slightly curled up sleeping posture Lu Hong suddenly thought of Jia Luo, and he realized that the childhood of these two people was actually the same, but their final transformation was completely different.

The ghost made the gods, Lu Hong really added a few pieces of carbon to the brazier, and felt tired after eating something casually.

"No matter what, in the future, you and I will only be in a situation of endless death",

Lu Hong whispered a word and fell asleep with his clothes.

"Hmm",

He heard Demon Feng softly agree.

No matter where a person like her is, it is difficult to sleep peacefully, she has come all the way from the bloody storm, all the betrayals and relatives, there is no one in this world who can let her relax, and there is no place that can make her heart settle.

The wind outside the window was light and rainy, but the cold was extremely heavy, Lu Hongyi was untied, and listened to the wind outside the window with a shallow sleepiness.

The incense on the table had already been extinguished, sprinkled into ashes, and the fire in the brazier had gradually been extinguished.

At first, Lu Hong thought it was in a dream, but the second low roar came into his ears immediately.

The voice was low and terrifying, like a heavy gasp in my ears, and it was creepy.

He grunted and got up, and cold sweat flowed out at once.

The room was silent, and after about a stick of incense, a third low roar came.

This time he heard it clearly, the sound came from the direction of the Wu Clan's Five Immortal Altar, and it was only three low roars, but he had a feeling of panic.

Turning her head to look at Feng Youyou, she didn't seem to be aware of it, leaning back on the chair with her cheeks and eyes closed, her chest rising and falling slightly, breathing evenly, and her long eyelashes blinking gently.

"Demon Feng, did you hear the voice just now?"

It was cold in this room, and he was always alert, so it was naturally difficult for him to fall asleep, and even he couldn't sleep, so it was naturally impossible for Feng Demon to really fall asleep.

Sure enough, Demon Feng softly "en".

"It's coming from the direction of the Five Immortals Altar, I've heard this voice before... It's a ghoul",

Lu Hong said in a deep voice.

The scourge of ghouls originated in the ancient wilderness, and people have long forgotten about that calamity, but Lu Hong is extremely familiar with this creature; when he was in the Feng family, he fought with ghouls, and when he was in the Great Victory Pass, he saw with his own eyes the apocalyptic scene after the choul was broken, and even he still had a young species of limb ghosts in his body, and he was very familiar with the roar of ghouls.

Fang Cai's three low roars were not the same as ordinary ghouls, but Lu Hong could hear that this was definitely the roar of a ghoul, and it was an extremely terrifying old ghoul.

In this regard, Demon Feng didn't pay attention to it at all, and sneered without even opening his eyes: "Is the first sword in the world still afraid of a ghoul?"

"Demon Feng, what do you know?"

Feng Demon said: "Asking so much is not good for you, the more you know, the more desperate you will become",

Lu Hong frowned, pushed open the door and walked out.

The biting cold wind hit, the low roar came again, the Wu clan lights were few, and there were no fingers in the dark night, as if something was hidden in the dark and wanted to choose someone to devour; Lu Hong couldn't help but shiver.

Looking in the direction of the Five Immortals Altar, he felt that the speed of the aura flowing around him was much faster than before, and he couldn't see the scene inside the altar clearly from here, but Lu Hong knew that what made his heart flutter was in the altar.

Several Confucian disciples with high cultivation also heard the low roar, woke up from their sleep, pushed open the door and looked in the direction of the Five Immortals Altar.

Yan Wufang led a group of Xianwen Pavilion disciples to go out.

Before entering the Wu Clan, Yan Wufang had instructed Tiangang to send Xianwen Pavilion disciples to guard at the door of the Wu Clan, Tiangang couldn't let go of the internal situation of the Wu Clan, and divided a wave of disciples into the Wu Clan to protect Yan Wufang, while he and Lan Mu'er and others were waiting outside.

Lu Hong said: "I want to see what is in the altar, please ask the master of the Yan Pavilion to help the younger generation",

Yan Wufang said: "What should be done",

The walls of the Five Immortals Altar looked more majestic and taller in the dark night, Lu Hong, Yan Wufang and others were the first to arrive, and more than a dozen Confucian disciples arrived one after another, they were all awakened by Fang Cai's low roar, but more people were still asleep.

"Gong",

As soon as the few people approached the inner saint and outer king behind Chaochang, the twin swords trembled slightly, and then they trembled violently.

When everyone heard the voice, their eyes gathered here.

Yan Wufang's face was a little more solemn, and said: "The Inner Saint and the Outer King are psychic swords that slay demons and ward off evil spirits, and they can feel demons and evil things, and only extremely powerful demons can make it suddenly awaken."

"There's a big devil nearby",

Yan Wufang said.

Lu Hong was terrified in his heart and said, "The big demon... Is it the dark shadow in the altar?",

Without waiting for anyone to answer, he gritted his teeth and said, "Of course it's it, who else but him?"

Yan Wufang held his wrist, and the spiritual energy in his body flowed into his body continuously, and in an instant, countless qi surged up all over his body, and his foundation soared.

"See it as it is",

Lu Hong nodded, the dark light in his pupils suddenly flowed, the technique of dark vision was opened, and the world around him changed in an instant, no longer the dark night where he couldn't see his fingers, but a blue and secluded place, like a ghost.

Looking through the night, through the large array of the Five Immortals Altar, when he was about to approach forward, his two pupils were in pain.

"Hmm......",

He let out a painful moan from his mouth, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, but he was unwilling to give up halfway, ignoring the pinprick pain in his eyes, he forced himself to run the technique of meditation and saw two blurred figures one minute by one, inch by inch, and faintly saw two blurred figures, one white figure, the size of a normal person, and the other extremely large, and not humanoid.

"Inner Sage and Outer King",

Knowing that he had reached the limit, Yan Wufang's two fingers and the twin swords of the inner saint and the outer king behind him turned into two streamers and flew into his hands, the aura of the pure saint entered the body, and then entered Lu Hong's body through his hand, the pain in Lu Hong's eyes immediately disappeared, the aura of the whole body became stronger several times, and the sword-like sense of sharpness was exquisite; under the blessing of Yan Wufang's aura and the qi of the inner saint and the outer king of the Qingsheng, his divine consciousness quickly transformed, turned into a sharp sword and rushed into the formation, and his vision became extremely broad.

When the sword transformed by his divine consciousness pierced into the array, he finally saw the huge evil shadow in the altar.

The huge evil shadow that was nearly five zhang huge was like a huge ghost fire jumping out of the Senluo Evil Prison, and the vicious and bloodthirsty eyes in the ghost fire made Lu Hong cold from head to toe with just one glance.