Saori tried her best to avoid Khan Luo's resentful eyes, and she couldn't take out the cloud brocade cake.

After the two of them entered the colored cloud, they came here. If she guessed correctly, this was the mysterious place in the Ring Mountains. The hall master said that this was one of the formations left by the Cursed Heaven Clan. But—where is that formation?

"Khan Luo, let's go!" she didn't want to be teleported back again, but luckily, there weren't any five-colored clouds here to drive the nerd crazy.

"I want to eat Yunjin cake!"

"Okay, I'll take you to find Yunjin Cake. Still, before we can find it, we'll find something to eat. Saori turned to leave, muttering as she walked: "I don't know what's going on with your stomach, no matter how much you fill it, you can't fill it!"

Khan Luo got up from the ground, chased after Sakuri like the wind, and said, "What's delicious here?"

"There are a lot of animals here, depending on what you like to eat. ”

"Master said that Khan Luo can't eat animals!"

Jiu Ori teased: "Your master is really conscientious and teaches you to be picky eaters?"

"Hmm. ”

"Alright then, though, I don't know any elixirs. Do you know each other?"

Khan Luo shook his head.

"Then you'll have to settle for it. Because wine weaving is not happy without meat!"

"Then what should I do? Khan Luo has to listen to the master's words and can't eat indiscriminately. ”

"The power of heaven and earth here is weak, and it is nothing if you eat it once. Even if—" Saori rolled his eyes and said, "How about you eat it for Saori once?"

Khan Luo shook his head.

Saori pretended to be sad and said, "But if you don't eat, you'll starve to death." If you starve to death, how can Jiu Weaving go to Xuantian City? If you can't go to Xuantian City, Jiu Weaving won't be able to complete the task; if you can't complete the task, you won't be able to make great contributions; if you don't have great merit, you won't have an identity, and if you don't have an identity, you won't be able to see the prince. Saori's happiness is in you......"

"Khan Luo eats meat!"

Saori was pleasantly surprised: "Have you figured it out?"

"Khan Luo eats meat, and eating meat and wine weaving will not be so noisy. ”

"You-"

Khan Luo ate the meat, and Jiu Weaving really stopped talking. She sat by the fire and felt sad as she watched the dead man toss and turn on the ground in pain. Why didn't he tell himself that he would become like this after eating the meat? Perhaps, even if Khan Luo had said it, she wouldn't have believed it.

"Khan Luo, Jiu Ori really didn't expect it. Don't blame me, okay? Forget it, you still blame me, I'll feel better!"

Khan Luo struggled to get up from the ground and said, "Khan Luo, you want to eat meat!"

Jiu Ori was puzzled and said, "You're all like this, still eating?"

"For the sake of the happiness of Sakoori, Khan Luo can't die!"

"But—" Saori said worriedly, "the more you eat, the more miserable it will be." ”

Khan Luo said resolutely: "No, as long as you eat enough, it will be fine." If Khan Luo wants to live, he must eat meat, and he can eat meat to go to that city. Give me meat!"

In the following time, it was shocking to see the wine weaving. Khan Luo rolled around, but his mouth never stopped for a moment. A whole horned sheep was swallowed by Khanluo. In the end, his description was twisted in pain, but his eyes were staring at the remaining corners.

"Sakuri? this—" Khan Luo muttered, "Can you eat it?"

Saori shook her head. To her surprise, Khan Luo still shoved the hanging horn into his mouth. Khan Luo chewed loudly, and the wine weaver was cold on his back. Xindao, this Khan Luo is simply a beast, even more beast than a beast, and he didn't even give her any bones left.

She had begun to fear the monster of the Cursed Celestials.

For this mission, the ghost clan selected three hundred cultivators among the people. Saori eventually won the hand-to-hand combat and was the only survivor.

She was summoned by the lord of the temple, and to her sadness, she did not see the prince she had in mind.

The hall master said: The curse of the heavenly clan was originally a race born from the fusion of bloodline secret techniques in order to fight against foreign invaders in ancient times. This race is not strictly a race. Because they do not have the ability to reproduce on their own. After the alien race retreated, the immortal masters of various races took action to completely eliminate this race, so as not to bring disaster to the entire continent. Helplessly, the overall strength of this race far surpasses that of all existing races. When the armies entered Vientiane Island, where the Cursed Heaven Clan was located, they found that it was empty.

In the countless years after that, many strange things happened on the mainland, and the hundred clans suspected that the cursed heaven clan had done it. However, there is no trace of the clan, so those strange things have become unsolved cases for tens of thousands of years.

It wasn't until the crater disappeared from the world that the world was sure that this race not only existed, but also had forces beyond the control of the world. Since 10,000 years ago, the hundred clans knew about the existence of the Vientiane Palace, and no one dared to touch the mold.

The demons, demons, and underworld are not afraid of the curse of the heavenly clan, because of the imprint formed by that bloodline secret technique. That sigil can sense the existence of the Cursed Celestials, and within a certain range, can destroy any Cursed Celestial Clan.

Saori had seen the so-called sigils, which were stored in the underground palace of the city of Brahman. It was a tall monster with the face of a human goddess and countless tentacles stretching into the void. The learned ghost told her that the monster's name was the Goddess of Desire, and that each of her tentacles was associated with a Curser.

Saori asked: What if the Cursed Celestial Clan died?

The ghost witch shook his head and sighed: Since ancient times, there has never been.

Saori asks: What if they have children?

The ghost witch shook his head and smiled, it couldn't happen. If that is the case, the world will be at peace.

The skeleton historian in the library held a scroll in his hand, shook his jawbone, and sang and read in a loud voice: Thirty-one thousand six hundred and thirteen years ago, the ghost sage Gu Chazi recorded in the "Soul Sutra", the curse of the natural soul, the collection of the blood of the demon race, the soul power of the underworld and the magic of the ghost race immortals. The people of the Cursed Heaven Clan, each with their own talents, cannot compete with the creatures of this realm.

The historian whispered: Fortunately, they can't reproduce on their own. Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't live to this day. Little Girl...... There's a long way to go.

Jiu Ori hugged his knees, looked at Khan Luo, blinked his big eyes, and said, "Khan Luo?"

"Huh?"

"What talent do you have?"

Sweating like a knife, sweating profusely in pain, grinning, "Peek-a-boo!"

Saori glanced at him and said, "What kind of talent is that?"

"Master said that as long as Khan Luo hides it, my mother will not find me. If the mother can't see Khanluo, Khanluo won't die. ”

When Saori heard this, his heart ached. Mother, what a beautiful word, in Khanluo's world, has become synonymous with fear. It seems that everyone has their own world, and even if others enter it, they won't really understand. Who can understand the bitterness in Khanro's heart?

"Khan Luo, why did you go to Van City to find your mother?"

"Uh-Khan Luo, I want to tell her that Khan Luo is a good boy, and a good boy should live well. Master said that my mother was playing peek-a-boo with me, and as long as I hid from my mother's heart, my mother would not hurt me. ”

Saori's heart moved. Who is that master of Khan Luo?