In the secret room, a gust of yin wind poured in, shaking so that the candle flame of unknown age swayed, but the ink-colored aura on the magic circle was not affected, and it was still circulating itself in the magic circle, endlessly.

The two of them, who took a short rest, were full of confidence, swore an oath, and launched a new attack on the magic circle.

"When I start chanting the language of flowers, you must protect me. Hua Youyou said again, this time she no longer looked at the magic circle, but turned to the blood cauldron.

Jiang Wangchen stood with her back to her, bowed his body, and entered the posture of preparing for battle.

Hua Youyou began to sing the language of flowers, the sound was poignant, the tune was continuous, the dance was beautiful, and the dust was overwhelming.

With the end of the first flower language, the two stopped moving, and the silent silence in front of them was the opposite of what was expected, the two people who blew the cowhide were praised by each other just now, and now they are not too embarrassed.

Jiang Wangchen said embarrassedly: "Uh...... Is there something wrong with it?"

"No, every detail is taken into account, every logic makes sense, and there will be no mistakes. ”

"Then why ......" Jiang Wangchen's words were not halfway through, and there was really something strange in the secret room, although it was long overdue.

I saw that the secret room was boiling like a bloody storm erupting wildly in this narrow space, blowing the clothes of the two people with a rattle, and the sharp crying and bursts of hysterical wails came from the mouth of the kettle. And the entire secret room, except for the wall of the magic circle, seemed to be brightened with blood, shining with sparkling blood, and it also weirdly reflected the two of them all red.

This situation made the two young people both surprised and a little uneasy.

Hua Youyou began to chant again, Jiang Wangchen clenched his fists, feeling whether there was a hidden crisis in every trace of anger that blew through the two of them.

Just after the second time the flower language fell, the whole secret room began to shake turbulently, and the dark red blood stains that dried up in the blood kettle slowly regained their luster, and then flowed vividly, suddenly filling the entire secret room with the smell of blood, and a more dense scream came from the blood cauldron, as if after being suppressed for thousands of years, it finally gave a gap to escape, and all the unwillingness and anger that had not had time to express, or the years of long and resentful shouting, completely erupted at this moment. And even more terrifying visions have just begun after the screams.

Hua Youyou's heart was swept over by the anger, and at this moment he could only endure the nausea and continue to chant the language of flowers, Jiang Wangchen saw that there was no change in the magic circle, and all the changes in the secret room did not leave this blood cauldron, so he focused all his eyes on the blood cauldron, and he found that the anger that made Hua Youyou extremely disgusted seemed to have no effect on him at all, so he stood in front of Hua Youyou, separating her from the blood cauldron.

Jiang Wangchen's every move, how could she not see her heart, but she still had flowers in her mouth, and the unspeakable thanks were all in that autumn water.

At this moment, the stone pillar that undertook the blood kettle made a "gurgling" sound, it was the dragon stone pillar that rose flat, and the blood kettle was high, and as the blood kettle rose, it also changed suddenly, and the semicircular blood kettle was evenly divided into eight petals, like a budding stamen blooming with enchanting scarlet petals. And the intersection of the eight petals is extremely red black, and the black spots are as deep as an abyss, and every light and light are swallowed.

On that day, at the beginning, the common people were born as unjust souls, and on this day, finally, the unjust souls were liberated, and in the passage paved by the abyss of black spots, a completely different white was swayed, and the white dots were like a floating bubble under the dark and cold lake, and this bubble did not break when it rose from the lake, but like the tip of the iceberg, it pulled out more white wisps of smoke. The white wisps of smoke were just chaotic at first, but as the space became opener, the white wisps began to change slowly, and they actually transformed into human shapes, some tall, short, fat and thin, and men, women, and children.

The change in front of him was too shocking, and it was completed in a moment, Jiang Wangchen didn't react at all, so he had to respond dizzily, and finally landed on the humanoid smoke floating in mid-air, thinking in his heart that this should be the vaporized substance formed by the souls of the dead who have been bound for thousands of years.

Hua Youyou stopped moving, and looked at the situation in front of her intently like Jiang Wangchen, and the two looked at each other again, both of them were equally stunned.

"It seems that our thinking and methods are not wrong, this must be a step to lead the soul of injustice. Everything was going well, but Hua Youyu couldn't laugh, and when the soul turned into a wisp of smoke floating in front of her, it was difficult for her to just put everything aside and concentrate.

"It should be", Jiang Wangchen just replied perfunctorily, his heart was also the same complicated, these wisps of smoke in front of him, I don't know if there is still the memory of the previous life, the humble and painful life, but the fate that has no ability to resist, the service without desire, but has become the grass mustard of the sacrifice, if it is forgotten completely, there is no need to become a dead soul in the end, and you have to bear the shackles of the previous life.

Jiang Wangchen looked at these wisps of smoke around him, his mind was chaotic, and when he carefully observed these wisps of smoke again, he felt that their empty eyes were staring at me, and what was even more incredible was that he could feel it, and there was fear, anger and hatred in those eyes.

"Why do you look at me like this, it must be an illusion, yes, it must be an illusion!" Jiang Wangchen panicked in his heart.

But there was a faint reminder in his ears: "I don't think these unjust souls are good." ”

"You can't think of us as wizards, do you?"

"It's very likely, even if it weren't, that these souls who had been imprisoned for thousands of years would only have nothing but hatred, and you could not expect them to thank you for letting them go. ”

Jiang Wangchen swallowed his saliva and said, "As long as you don't vent your hatred with me, how dare you expect them to repay your kindness!"

The two of them had a quick conversation with their backs to their backs.

Just when the two of them were in a stalemate with the soul, the purple mist sealed in the ink-colored magic circle changed quietly and silently, only to see the rich purple qi, no longer shrinking into a mass of concentrated breakthrough, but scattered into a mist light veil, with the same size as the ink-colored magic circle, and then divided into eight directions, rushing towards the magic circle, the ink-colored magic circle was created by a wizard, how could it be equivalent to the general magic circle, under the brutal and unreasonable attack of the purple air waves, it was also strong when it was strong, and the lazy and casual breath above the magic circle at first, as if it was being urged, began to travel through the pentagram at a very fast speed, the ink color of the magic circle was more pure and rich, and it didn't take long, The strength of the purple air mass was slowly exhausted, and the turtle shrank into a ball again, no longer fighting, and the ink-colored magic circle also returned to calm, and the breath flowed lazily, as usual.

And just when the magic circle was vigorously suppressed, the unjust souls hovering around Jiang and Hua suddenly retreated to a corner, cowering and forming a nest.

The two of them didn't notice the change in the magic circle, and naturally they didn't understand why the unjust soul retreated and retreated to a corner of the wall as if facing a great enemy.

Jiang Wangchen said: "What's going on with them, are they afraid of us?"

"I don't know, I should be afraid of you. ”

"Afraid of me, just now they were eyeing the two of us, why are you afraid of me now?" Jiang Wangchen only felt that the behavior of these unjust souls was really elusive, but looking up at the unjust souls, it was indeed as Hua Youyou said, many unjust souls no longer dared to look directly at Jiang Wangchen, and the very few unjust souls who looked at Jiang Wangchen were also trembling, and their eyes were dodgy.

It's just that such frightened souls, after the magic circle regained calm, also began to slowly regain their composure, more and more unjust souls turned their heads, no longer looking at Jiang Wangchen timidly, and the initial horror in their eyes slowly faded, replaced by monstrous hatred.

"Be careful, it looks like these ghosts are about to explode. Hua Youyou clearly felt that the anger in the secret room had skyrocketed, causing her to avoid it again and again, and covered her with a thicker layer of purple veil in front of her.

Finally, all hatred has found an outlet, and after countless years, every wisp of white smoke has only one mission left, that is, instinctive resistance and revenge. And that residual fear is now the only direction for them to seek revenge.

A tall wisp of smoke, thinking that it should be a burly young man before his death, it was the most beautiful and wonderful years, but it also accumulated the deepest and most poisonous resentment, seeing it stand out, in the secret room, above Jiang Wangchen's heavenly spirit, circling and flying, and then like a comet floating, dragging the smoke, rushing towards Jiang Wangchen.

Jiang Wangchen didn't dare to avoid it, because he was more afraid of the angry Hua Youyou standing behind him, and the habitual heavy sword was knocked away by the Pig Tooth River in the previous battle with the demon beast, and now he can only meet it with his bare hands, and even if the fierce demon beasts such as the winged bat and the black snake in the hidden pool, their attacks are all concrete, and Jiang Wangchen doesn't know what the attack of this unjust soul is, so instead of letting go and fighting to the death, in fact, he can only clench his fists and pretend to sit and wait for death.

The smoke wisps got closer and closer, and they were about to hit Jiang Wangchen, and suddenly a burst of floral fragrance suddenly rippled in the strong smell of blood, in front of Jiang Wangchen, countless petals trapped the smoke wisps in it, and the falling flowers were very beautiful and dangerous, the petals flew at high speed, like a sharp blade, cutting the soul, and the soul struggled and scurried, never breaking free from the encirclement of the petals, and finally disappeared.

Hua Youyu looked at the smoke in front of him, and disappeared in the dance of the petals he summoned, and the indescribable feeling in his heart was ...... Is it a destination, maybe that's it, just be liberated.