I concocted it again, and when I collected the needle in the night, I found that my hand trembled slightly. Especially when she saw Jiang Ningyue's delicate face and delicate lower abdomen, it had already taken a lot of effort just to restrain herself from caring about it.

It's just that according to the amount of bloodletting, it still has little effect, although Jiang Ningyue's face has improved slightly, but the signs of epilepsy have not faded much, her eyes have begun to turn red again, and her hands and feet have twitched stiffly.

Xuanye couldn't bear to look at it, and suddenly felt that the palm of her hand was grabbed, and a huge force came from the soft white hand, but she could imagine what kind of pain she was experiencing at the moment.

He gritted his teeth secretly, the pain at this moment will definitely be repaid by Yan Gu a hundred times in the future!

"Spring..."

Jiang Ningyue's voice was as light as a mosquito, and Xuanye came close to hear it clearly, so she quickly took a sip of spring water for her to drink, and then could only accompany her quietly.

After a long column of incense, Jiang Ningyue was paralyzed, her face was still in pain, but it was much better than before, and the time for epilepsy was greatly shortened.

After relieving for a while, she leaned on Xuanye's shoulder and said weakly: "You go to the demon fire first, the spring water can suppress the toxicity in my body, and it is already better." ”

"Really?" Genya asked.

Seeing Jiang Ningyue nodding with a smile, he couldn't help but feel a little distressed, and took the jade bottle to collect a lot of spring water and came back, so he cleaned up his mood and stepped out of the door.

Find the demon fire, these problems can be solved, instead of burying your head in sadness and waiting, it is better to do something while there is still time.

What's more, everyone else has already pressed on the head twice, how can this account be calculated clearly, since it is not strong enough now, then try to become stronger.

Once you find the demon fire, you can refine a batch of Huaqing Pills. At that time, it doesn't matter what poison the other party is, even if you eat the medicine as a meal, you will behead the other party!

Xuanye stepped across the bluestone road and came to the altar. To say that this is an altar is rather a tower-like stone mountain. The whole is made of long strips of white stones, and only a stone staircase leads to the top of the tower.

He came to the top of the tower and looked at the dilapidated altar, and a sense of time arose. Gently brushing away the dust on it, I really saw the same mark as in the ruins of Nagaarai.

Although Gu Mei'er said that the Gu Wu clan had been annihilated, judging from the ruins left behind, there might still be bloodline in a hidden corner, but the world did not know.

After some searching, I found that there seemed to be no trace of demon fire except for the empty fire platform.

Xuanye was a little troubled, and after searching carefully, he finally found another mark under the altar, and as soon as his hand touched it, the whole altar began to tremble violently, as if it was pulled by a mechanism, and slowly moved back, revealing a section of steps leading to the lower level.

On both sides of the steps, there are also murals about the ancient battlefield, which are still as moving as a magnificent epic.

Walking down the steps all the way to the underground, after Xuanye pushed open the heavy stone door, a passage appeared in front of him.

There was a lot of fog in the corridor, and there was a sound of "grunting", and after a while, a monster with a brown and green body and a human head and a beast body appeared in the shape of a monster, which was the ghost of the mountain!

Goodbye after a few months, but things are already different.

Xuanye sacrificed the jade dragon and silently recited the formula. The body of the pen immediately burst into blue light, and flew out like an arrow.

The mountain ghost was knocked out by the blue light, spit out a mouthful of green blood, "grunted" twice in his mouth, and his body swelled violently, rushing like a wild bull.

The Xuanye magic technique turned again, and the blue light emitted by the jade dragon gradually condensed, blasting away like thousands of needles. The ugly monster was blown out again.

He immediately stepped forward, and the jade dragon condensed into a heavy sword, flew out, and pierced the heart of the Panshan ghost with a single blow, completely ending its life.

I think that the mountain ghost who could only be killed by relying on ruthlessness at the beginning is no longer worth mentioning for him at this moment.

Xuanye walked through the Yongdao, and his front suddenly opened up. Although the light is dim, it is not difficult to see that the space here is huge, and it even gives people a feeling of being wider than the outside.

Staring at it, there is a stone archway in front, and then behind, it is actually a palace!

Who would have thought that there was an underground palace hidden in this place of seclusion!

Xuanye came to the archway, the words engraved on the stone plaque have long been blurred, but the handwriting is vigorous and powerful, faintly revealing a sense of domineering.

Continuing onwards, after passing through the low houses, he came to a square. From a distance, there seemed to be a group of people kneeling on the ground.

"Could it be that there are still living people here?" Xuanye stepped forward, but the more he walked, the more frightened he became.

Those kneeling on the ground were indeed people, but they were not living people, but dried corpses as thin as wood and covered with skin and bones. They all held one position, their hands folded in front of their chests, looking up in a posture of prayer, like some kind of ritual etiquette.

The further you go, the more corpses there are, and a rough calculation shows that there are three hundred people.

Hundreds of corpses sacrificed, what kind of people did they worship? Could it be that there are really remnants of the ancient witch clan?

Xuanye didn't have time to think about it, but he saw a cup of utensils on the stone platform a little farther away. In the middle of the utensils, a small cluster of burgundy flames burned.

Although it is only a small cluster, you can feel the majestic power in it, and before you get close, there is a burning sensation on the surface of your body, as if a small needle is piercing the surface of your skin.

This feeling, he had also felt from Ding Ye's dark blue flame, although it was not of the same origin, but under its silent skin, there was also an extremely terrifying power!

Xuanye approached the stone platform, only to find that behind the demon fire, there was a figure.

Although the appearance is similar to a dried corpse, he is gorgeously dressed, with white hair hanging down at both ends, exuding an inexplicable nobility, sitting on the throne like an emperor.

Needless to say, it was the people on this throne who sacrificed the corpses.

He bypassed the demon fire and came to the throne first, and found that the people on the throne were taller than ordinary people, at least twice as large as him.

I don't know how many years have passed, the skin is still fair and delicate, like a layer of snow fat on the surface of the body, and there is a shallow dark blood sealed underneath, which looks extremely weird.

Looking closely, I found that there was also a moire jade plaque hanging on his waist, carved with the word "Yuan Wen".

"Yuan Wen?" Xuanye muttered, and suddenly felt that the dried corpse seemed to be trembling slightly. The moment he raised his head, it was like a pair of eagle eyes coming to him.

He was startled, took two steps back, and found that the dried corpse was still sitting there, and there was no sign of opening his eyes.

Thinking of the strange scene just now, he immediately turned around and rushed to the stone platform, thinking that it was better to put away the demon fire and leave quickly.

However, the demon fire is close at hand, but Xuanye is in trouble, no matter how you look at it, this thing is not easy to subdue.

Walking around the stone platform, he held the half-arm-high golden jade cup, but found that it was extremely heavy, and it looked so light, but he couldn't hold it even because of the strength to eat.

The flame nourished in it did not move at all, as if it had fallen into a deep sleep. Rao is like this, and it is not something he dares to touch easily.

Just as Xuanye tried to pick up the jade cup again, a sound of footsteps suddenly came.

He frowned, looked at the eight-character nonsense man who led the white-skinned monster to come, silently clenched his fists, and secretly scolded that it was really ghostly, and he actually chased it here!

"I can't imagine that this Luoxia Valley actually hides this kind of heaven and earth, ancient witch ruins, and demon fire!" Yan Wei laughed a few times, suddenly coughed, vomited a mouthful of blood, and his already pale old face was no better than a dry corpse at the moment.

"Ancestor, are you alright?" Jing Ming asked.

Yan Gu waved his hand and looked at Xuanye with a smile on his face, "Little baby, you still can't escape from my palm after all." What about the medicine man? If you hand it over, the old man is still willing to give you a chance to escape, as long as you leave one more arm. ”

Xuanye saw that their clothes were blood-colored, so they must have fought a big battle outside, and they didn't talk nonsense, and sacrificed Jade Longhao.

The blue light burst out, the pen body spun, and the ink condensed and the cyan sword flew out.

"What's the problem? The poison on the old man's body is enough to make you reveal everything! Yan Gu waved his hand, and the gray spirit pen spun out, condensing the gray light barrier out of thin air.

The great sword slammed into it with a muffled thud. The strength of the rebound shocked Xuan Ye's heart, only to know that Yan Gu was not seriously injured, but his cultivation seemed to be even more refined than a few days ago!

"Hahaha... Thanks to the blood of that medicine man, I almost crossed the threshold of Yuanfu! Yan Gu laughed, with one hand, the gray light emitted shattered the blue light sword. At the same time, he raised his palm and flew out.

I saw his sleeves dancing, and the power of Haoran poured out, stimulated by the spirit pen, and swept through thousands of flying needles.

Xuanye waved the spirit pen and rolled out the ink wave, but it was shattered in an instant, and the flying needle penetrated into his chest, and immediately burst into a cloud of blood mist!

The long-lost sense of urgency hit his heart, the demon blood in his body moved with the trend, the wound healed quickly, and the blue light around his body condensed the flying sword, holding a heavy knife to kill together.

In just a few breaths, the two exchanged dozens of moves, but Xuanye has been suppressed.

When he was knocked away again, he found that his palm was pitch black, and he had been poisoned again before he knew it!

"You old turtle!" Xuan Ye couldn't help but curse, and suddenly vomited out a mouthful of black blood, and the spiritual power in his body ran much slower.

"Little baby, this poison is much stronger than the heart-eating powder in that medicine man. If it weren't for the secret on your body that made the old man too curious, I would have killed you a long time ago, but now with this demon fire, your blood is not worth mentioning! ”

"Really? Then I won't let you get it! Xuanye threw up the heavy knife and slashed at the jade cup. Although it was cracked by the rebounding force, it also caused it to burst a crack.

He riveted his strength and slashed hard, the crack widened a few points, and the flames in the cup wilted, and suddenly became smaller.

Yan Gu's face was pale, and he flew out, eager to strangle Xuanye. "Little brute, how dare you!"

Seeing this, Xuanye made a gesture and slashed again, but he quietly condensed his demonic power and turned into a long sword and stabbed out.

Yan Gu was so angry that he was defenseless for a while, and was picked by the long sword to break the corner of his forehead, and he also cut off a tuft of hair. He was even more annoyed in his heart, and slapped the black-clothed young man out with one palm, which happened to hit the person in the seat.

Xuanye vomited a mouthful of blood, and was about to get up and fight again, but found that the dried corpse under him seemed to have a pulse. The pulsation was so slight that he mistook it for an illusion.

However, in the next second, a pair of big hands clamped him and slowly raised him.

"Old... Ancestor! Jing Ming looked at the dried corpse that stood up slowly, and the gaze emanating from his withered yellow eyes was like a flying sword piercing into everyone's hearts.

Just one glance made him lose all his strength, as if even his soul was trembling.