"What the hell!"

Wei Jingtang roared angrily, grabbed the shirt on his chest with both hands, pulled to the sides, revealing his black chest hair, and his hands with bulging muscles grabbed fingerprints on his chest.

Troubles, inexplicable impetuousness floated in the bottom of my heart, bursts of emptiness lingered in my mind, and the pool of blood in front of me was unpredictable, like a delicious drink, bright red, teasing the visual nerves.

The blood gurgled and flowed in the body, with a deafening thunderous sound ringing in the ears, and the agitated waves of qi continued to hit the impetuous heart, not only did not relieve the impetuousness, but caused a more powerful restlessness.

Fingers sliced across his chest, scratching holes, pink blood spilling from between the finger marks on his chest, with an intoxicating smell of blood and the fragrance that immersed one.

Wei Jingtang's bruised hands increased his strength, cutting out strands of flesh, without the doping of cell liquid, and the blood turned bright red.

Subconsciously stuck out his tongue, licked his lips, his eyes suddenly exploded, and he roared angrily at Wen Chuanting, "What are you doing!?"

"Are you sure you're still awake?" The blood vessels in his forehead burst out, constantly beating suddenly, and he opened his eyes and shouted to Wei Jingtang.

The impetuous heart beats violently, drumming out waves of blood, trying to wash away the troubles, bringing more impetuousness, panicking the heart, and causing more emotional changes.

Wen Chuanting clenched Wei Jingtang's arm scratching his chest, pointed to his temple and said, "We are affected!"

"Don't you feel the sweetness of this underground space?"

Wen Chuan shouted loudly, and the big tendons in his neck were highlighted.

A small buzzing sound buzzed in his ears, and Wei Jingtang's arm was strong, trying his best to break free from the palm that was held by Wen Chuanting, and the other free palm was still scratching his chest, scraping out strands of flesh, scratching his chest even more tattered.

"Why are you so quiet, what are you afraid of?" Wei Jingtang shouted, looking around with puzzled eyes, and a happy smile on his face.

Wen Chuanting's face was hideous, the muscles kept beating, and the other arm hung down on his side and curled into a claw-like shape, the green tendons were violent, and the convulsions kept beating, and the fingers trembled slightly.

He was trying his best to control himself, trying to control his arm not to scratch his chest, **** sour and numb waves hit his mind, and the nerves transmitted signals to his arm, allowing him to scratch his chest twice to relieve the feeling of sour numbness.

Asking questions and passing on orders that are not given by one's own consciousness are instructions that are forcibly attached to the nerves, and they are wrong instructions.

Just like Wei Jingtang at this time, his hands scratched his chest hard, as if the chest with wide and long chest hair was not his.

The weird and comfortable smile of enjoyment on his face, and the deeply intoxicated appearance, made Wen Chuanting feel chilled for a while, and the bursting green tendons could not cover up the rapidly shrinking pores under the skin, and the small pimples formed by the skin squeezing were filled with waves of cold.

"Yikes!"

Wen Chuanting roared angrily, grabbed Wei Jingtang's arm and shook him back, using his strength, his rapidly rotating arm pushed out in the direction of the white altar, and a handful of bright light bloomed rapidly, turning into a meteor and crashing into the altar.

There were no collisions, no explosions, only faint ripples blooming in front of the altar.

Wen Chuanting's venting temporarily soothed the impetuousness in his heart, but it did not play any role on the altar, it didn't matter, what he needed was release, it was venting.

With a continuous wave of his hands, a handful of bright light rushed towards the altar with the wave of his arm, forming a bead in a short distance, turning into light and emitting a blast that pierced the air.

The ripples continued, and the whale swallow generally swallowed the sword qi mass released by Wen Chuanting, and before it touched the altar, it had already disappeared, as if it had been released into another space.

"Whew!"

The inhuman roar sounded from behind him, stopping in the ears of Wen Chuanting, but it was just the coquettish chirping of a kitten, small and faint.

Wei Jingtang, who fell on the edge of the stone staircase, roared and stood up, his head shook vigorously, his suspicious eyes swept over his chest, bursts of pain hit his mind, his broad palm wiped on his chest, and his thick chest hair was stained with a layer of blood.

"Boy, stop!"

shouted twice in a row, and saw that Wen Chuan Ting frantically shook his arms, urging a handful of sword qi to hit the altar in the blood pool. Wei Jingtang didn't bother to check the injury, and with the force under his feet, the person had turned into a streamer and ran towards Wen Chuanting, and behind him, where he was originally standing, leaving a clear image.

Grabbing and asking Chuanting, it was like grabbing a little chicken, just like that, Wei Jingtang slipped Wenchuan Ting to the stone staircase.

In the process of being captured, Wen Chuanting frantically attacked the altar in the blood pool, as if he did not have any reaction to Wei Jingtang's movements.

"Whew...... Whew......"

Panting violently, he looked at Wei Jingtang with a sense of guilt. Psychedelic in his eyes, the faint snow dance is quietly fading.

Moving up two steps along the stone staircase, there was no rich sweetness between the mouth and nose, and the sound of footsteps on the stone staircase echoed in my ears clearly, "I just ...... It's been affected!"

Wen Chuanting looked at Wei Jingtang.

"It's not just you, I've been affected too!" Wei Jingtang smiled bitterly, pointing his finger at his fleshy chest.

"This is my masterpiece. Wei Jingtang smiled bitterly, "If you hadn't pulled me, I would probably have pulled out my heart!"

Wei Jingtang's chin tapped, pointing to the place closest to the pool of blood, "Just like him!"

There, a withered corpse, leaning against the edge of the pool of blood, under the blood-soaked dry and hard clothes, the chest that should have been shriveled after blood loss, was empty at this time, and the jagged ribs were displayed outside, and under the light and the pool of blood, it looked eerie and terrifying.

This is not what Wen Chuanting is concerned about, and it is not what Wei Jingtang is referring to. The open chest, the empty chest, this is what Wen Chuanting saw, and it is also what Wei Jingtang wants to point out.

Ask Chuanting with a wry smile, "You saved my life!"

"You saved me too, let's settle it!"

Wei Jingtang also smiled bitterly, his eyes did not look at Wen Chuanting at all, but firmly stared at the altar in the blood pool that was no more than the size of a palm.

"It should be the culprit, the culprit who devoured all the blood of the villagers!"

Wei Jingtang clenched his fists and did not respond, but said to himself, "They are having a pilgrimage, and the guide is the one who scratches his chest!"

Wei Jingtang turned his head and looked at Wen Chuanting, "Release the blood, inject it into the blood pool, and make offerings to that altar!"

Wen Chuanting frowned, "Our biggest opponent is the altar that can't be attacked, I can feel it, it's in another dimension, my attack can't touch it at all!"

Crazy attack, asking Chuanting is not without feeling, but impetuous, not the attack command given by the consciousness of the mind, is the wrong order that is attached. Involuntary, but I can't help but enjoy the comfortable feeling of being released at that moment.

Conscious, he understood that he was attacking frantically at that moment, and he undoubtedly saw the ineffective attack result, but he couldn't control the autonomous action of his body, which made Wen Chuanting's heart palpitate, and his hair stood on end.

At this time, he recalled the feeling at that time, and he couldn't help but shudder.

At that moment, his body was as if it was not his own, he was like a spectator, watching his body react, attacking wildly, and releasing sword qi wantonly.

The two looked at each other, each speaking their own words, neither of them answering the other, but they made everything clear.

"That sweet smell can disrupt our vision!"

"Affects our hearing!"

"Control our senses!"

"Drive our bodies!"

One person and one sentence, the words are compact and uninterrupted.

After speaking, the two looked at each other again, their brows furrowed at the same time.

"Maybe hold your breath ......"

Before Wei Jingtang could finish speaking, he interrupted him by asking Chuanting, "No, that sweet smell can be absorbed by us along the breath of the pores, and it will also affect our nerves!"

Wen Chuanting's expression was very discretionary, "The blood has been quenched, the impurities and blood have been removed, and it has been transported by the altar to remove the decay and essence, and some things that come with the altar itself have been added......"

Before he finished speaking, his eyes were bright and his eyes were dazzling. A fist-sized ball of light suddenly appeared, and the bright light obscured the light of the underground space lamp.

The light cluster is not large, with endless coercion, and has the momentum to destroy everything, and the moment it appears, the corpses on the ground instantly fly ash and dissipate.

What happens when a small bottle of something expands rapidly?

The scene in front of the two of them was like this, the seemingly small light cluster was the rapidly expanding thing, and the underground space was the small bottle that could not be contained.

The creaking sound echoed through the space, filling the ears of both men.

"Let's go!"