The dark passage seemed to have no end, Lin Fan and Xue Wu walked side by side, neither of them spoke, and the footsteps that kept echoing in the silent space were constantly echoing.

"Thank you just now" Lin Fan said in a low voice, a little afraid to look at Xue Wu's eyes. He was afraid that those clear, ethereal eyes would immerse him in them again.

Xue Wu waved his hand and said, "Helping you is also helping myself, I don't know what weird things will happen next, it's always good to have one more person." ”

"I still have to thank you anyway, otherwise I really don't know what I will become" Lin Fan still had palpitations at the moment. He couldn't seem to recall the blank memories that had disappeared, and every time he thought about it, his body would change to varying degrees from the inside.

Looking at the blush on Xue Wu's shoulders, Lin Fan felt a little throbbing in his heart, and said in a low voice: "Your injury"

"Out of the way. Xue Wu's voice was very gentle, even she was surprised that she would feel so close to a strange man, she was also a little surprised in her heart, she could feel a familiar breath on Lin Fan's body, there was a connection between the two of them since ancient times, and the smiles on their faces were more frequent than in a month in the past.

"You"

"Ahh

Before Xue Wu finished speaking, a terrible scream suddenly sounded in front of him, and immediately, with the yin wind, a bloody smell came to his nose.

"There's an accident up front!"

The faces of the two changed at the same time, and when they looked at each other, they both saw the surprise in each other's eyes. The body moved, like two arrows off the string shooting away.

"Eye of the Golden Crow!"

Lin Fan snorted, his eyes suddenly turned red gold, but the invincible divine power disappointed him this time. The black mist obscured the eyes like a viscous liquid, and the golden light that had condensed into substance was difficult to penetrate.

"Ahh

The screams continued, like a ghost crying wolf, making the scalp tingle. Lin Fan and the others couldn't help frowning, and there seemed to be a lot of people listening to the voice.

The two of them were so anxious that as a last resort, Lin Fan grabbed Xue Wu's slightly cold Rouyi, and quickly unleashed it at the end of the world, like a violent wind swept by, and the thick black mist was suddenly washed away a straight road.

Such an intimate action made Xue Wu stunned for a moment, her body suddenly stiffened, and then she wanted to break free, but the palm of her hand was strong and powerful, and it also conveyed a warm feeling. A touch of red stretched from the face to the base of the ear, only to be hidden by the dark environment.

The voice grew fainter and weaker, and finally fell silent, falling into a deathly silence, and the sudden change of time seemed as if it were just an illusion. There was no movement other than the strong smell of blood.

Rao is they have been prepared, when the moment they set foot in, they were still deeply shocked by the scene in front of them, what kind of scene was that?

The narrow passage was piled up with thick corpses, dozens of them, and the bright red blood was still flowing, and the bloody breath was hard to breathe. There was not a single intact corpse everywhere, and some had even turned into flesh, and there were slightly moving arms hanging from the rock wall above their heads.

The heads that were separated from the body were dead, with a look of extreme horror on their faces, and their eyes were wide with fear and unwillingness. This is simply Shura hell, and the corpses are almost piled up into a small mountain.

Xue Wu turned her head away, unable to bear to look at it again. Lin Fan's brows wrinkled into the word 'Chuan', as monks, they have all killed people, it can be said that their hands are covered with blood, but this is the first time they have seen such a scene, while their hearts are palpitating, their stomachs are churning, and they are a little nauseated.

"It's so cruel," Xue Wu whispered, not wanting to stay here for a second.

Lin Fan's eyes flashed with a cold light slightly, and he said, "Don't you feel a little familiar with this technique? They even disappeared completely. ”

"You mean" Xue Wumei's eyes widened, and she suddenly said, "Starfire?"

"Except for the magic knife in his hand, I can't think of any other means to devour the soul, it's just" Lin Fan's voice paused, his brows furrowed unconsciously, and he said with some uncertainty: "People who die in his hands will usually leave whole corpses, this kind of inhumane practice is really not like his style, and as the royal court of the demon clan, the Golden Crow Secret Method has a unique sensitivity to breath, and I don't feel his evil aura." ”

Xue Wu said suspiciously: "Could it be that there is someone else?"

"Maybe. Lin Fan sighed, feeling an inexplicable sadness, "There are many fish and dragons here now, and there are many masters hidden in the dark, even the likes of Gu Yunfeng have practiced the magic of the Demon Dao, and it is not surprising that others have the evil art of devouring souls. ”

Xue Wu's eyes flickered, and she said in a deep voice: "It seems that we have to be more careful next, it is getting more and more weird here." ”

"The environment is not terrible, it is the human heart that is terrible. Lin Fan stared at the churning mist in front of him and said meaningfully. Then he smiled slightly and said softly: "Let's go, maybe I will soon solve the doubts in my heart." ”

His smile is very sincere, revealing two shallow dimples, revealing a childlike cute taste, which makes Xue Wu feel at ease. The two avoided the corpse and marched deeper side by side

The dark underground is filled with damp and dark smells, which makes people feel involuntarily depressed.

"Boom"

Suddenly, a sneer rang out, unusually piercing in the empty passage. There was a faint figure in the black mist, and only two pupils shot out a faint purple light.

"The blood power is mine, if you don't step into this place, you can only blame yourself for being unlucky, death will be your only destination"

In the bloodthirsty words, the yin wind gusted, and in front of them, there were many figures, and these people were still talking, not feeling the slightest sense of doom.

Blood was constantly flowing, several figures had fallen on the ground, and several monks were picking up items from the corpses.

One of the ugly-looking men still had blood dripping from the big knife in his hand, and laughed: "This trip has gained a lot, even if we don't have the opportunity to seize the so-called creation, a few of them are enough for us to worry about it for a lifetime." He was indeed very happy, and secretly shadowed with his companions a number of isolated monks, each with a bulging package on his back.

The companion beside him sneered without raising his head when he heard this: "These people are really a bunch of fools, but they can be regarded as doing a 'contribution'" Before he finished speaking, he only heard a snort, and his heart suddenly ached, and his vitality was rapidly lost.

A cold voice sounded in my ears: "I think you are a fool." ”

"Hahaha" everyone else laughed, their blood-stained faces unable to hide their inner joy.

The man felt something important had been pulled out of his body, and when he barely turned his head, he saw a heart in a ghostly claw-like palm that was still beating slightly, it was his own heart, and with a pop, he went to the same place as the 'fools' in his mouth.

"Who is it?" the ugly man and the others roared, but secretly gasped, his companion was killed under his nose without even the slightest notice of the other party's arrival. Immediately, a cold aura rushed from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads, which was not an illusion, but a real evil qi poured into their bodies.

"Who is Your Excellency?" shouted one of them, but his feet kept backing back, and looking at the blood-dripping heart, he felt his heart shrink violently, as if he was being clutched by a palm.

"I also like black to eat black!"

The man in the dark laughed playfully. The man's body froze, and he watched his heart burst out and then burst open in front of his eyes. He opened his mouth wide, but he couldn't make a sound, and his body was as soft as dough on the ground, his eyes wide.

Ah!

The rest of them were trembling, especially at the sight of the bloody hole in their companion's chest, which was like a call from death. This terrifying scene is simply the hell of Shura, which makes them feel full of spirits and their spirits are confused.

"Uh-uh"

They wanted to shout, but their necks seemed to be clamped by iron tongs, and they couldn't make a sound. His face was flushed, his body was driven off the ground by an invisible force, and his limbs waved weakly. As a pair of purple demonic pupils appeared in front of them, they all felt a pain in their chests, and then, they no longer felt consciousness.

"Boom"

The strange laughter came, the black mist turned into a big mouth, and a suction force lifted up, and the blood of these corpses and the ** power that had not completely dissipated were all devoured.

"This is the most beautiful food," the sound of tongue licking lips sounded in the darkness, as if it was not enough.

The underground is like a complex world, with countless passages intricately intertwined, like a labyrinth, and the people who step into it are scattered everywhere. And the bloody harvest here is only one corner of it, and after a short time, screams continue to sound from all directions, and countless passages are covered with corpses and stumps and broken arms.

Smack!

In a narrow passage, the sound of heavy footsteps suddenly stopped, and a young man in black slowly turned around, and with a buzzing whisper, a magic knife appeared in his hand, the curvature of the corners of his mouth deepened, but it was a sneer, and his sarcastic eyes seemed to mock the incompetence of others.

A three-tailed green fox obediently curled up in its arms, shaking its smooth satin tail from time to time, and a little green light floated up, full of vitality.

"Has the harvest begun?" the young man's eyes narrowed, unable to stop the cold light like a crescent moon. It's like talking to yourself, and it's like you're talking to others.

A wisp of black mist silently approached him.