"Why does Senior Sister want to misinterpret what I mean?"

Gao Susu snorted coldly: "Is it me who misinterprets or are you cowardly, you have been crying and crying since you entered the underground palace, are you ashamed?" ”

I don't know if I am worried about my own face or the face of the sect, Gao Susu said this very quietly, and everyone's attention was on the city tower opposite, even if they heard it, they didn't care.

"Elder Wen, since we can't see clearly, why don't we go to the other side to see what is going on, maybe the coffin is in the city opposite?"

It was Tu Ji, a disciple of the Third Elder of the Blue Feather Sect who spoke.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, a disciple walked towards the open space in front of him.

Gao Susu exclaimed: "Mao Wenbo, what are you doing, come back!" ”

But this Mao Wenbo turned a deaf ear, as if he had left his soul, and walked forward in a daze, no one knew the situation here, and he didn't dare to go forward easily.

There was a disciple whose weapon was a nine-section whip, and when he saw this, he flicked the long whip, wrapped the whip around Mao Wenbo's waist, and pulled it hard, dragging the person back.

Gao Susu took a step forward and shouted: "Mao Wenbo, what are you doing, do you want to kill us if you don't listen to the command?" ”

"I, I ......"

Mao Wenbo seemed to be drunk, and he was confused.

"I didn't know what was going on just now, but I felt a figure swaying over there, and someone was waving to me."

Everyone followed the direction pointed by Mao Wenbo to see, where there were people, it was clearly an empty city wall.

"Mao Wenbo, you can see clearly, where is there anyone!"

"Senior Sister Gao, I really saw someone waving to me, my mind was blank at that time, so I just followed."

Mao Wenbo's state is obviously abnormal.

As soon as he spoke, some people began to move forward uncontrollably.

Fang Cai's disciple shot again, but this disciple was a disciple of the late stage of distraction, the disciple who used the nine-section whip just now, and only the middle stage of the Yuan Infant cultivation, it was okay to drag a late stage disciple of the Jindan of the Red Feather Sect, and he couldn't get this person back even if he was so hard.

Seeing this, Wen Dawen grabbed it in the air.

But at this time, some disciples walked to the city tower as if they had lost their souls.

"It's weird, what the hell happened to them?"

Gu Qingjue held Su Yixin's hand tightly, and said, "If I'm not mistaken, these people all touched the murals outside with their hands before they entered here. ”

"What do you mean, the murals outside are poisonous?"

Jing Jichen said: "What kind of poison can be kept for thousands of years and still be useful?" ”

"They don't look like they're poisoned, it's more like they've lost their souls." Su Yixin took out the Qiankun glass mirror and threw it towards the entire empty underground palace.

Under the illumination of the golden circle of light of the Qiankun glass mirror, more than a dozen souls the size of night pearls seemed to be pulling them, and quickly flew towards the top of the city tower.

Wen Dawen's face was solemn, and between the flips of his hands, several sigils formed and hit the little thing.

The soft water spirit enveloped it, and slowly flew towards them as Vrindavan moved the water spirit.

Just as they were rejoicing, a nameless force suddenly appeared, competing with Vrindavan, and the two were tugging back and forth.

Seeing this, the other disciples took action one after another.

The stalemate was broken, and a dozen or so small things wrapped in the water spirit slowly approached them again.

It wasn't until about three feet below their feet, a long black groove half an inch thick, that the power that rivaled them disappeared.

Their souls have only been separated from their bodies for a short time, and when they get close to their bodies, they each enter their own bodies.

Soon, the disciple whose mind was blank stood up normally as if he was drunk and sobered up, but he didn't remember anything about the other party.

The disciples on the side told them about Fang Cai's affairs, and they broke out in a cold sweat with fright.

If they shoot late and their souls are sucked away, then they will not become complete fools.

It really makes the soles of your feet chill.

The point is that they don't know how they got hit.

Gu Qingjue said his guess, and the disciple who was recruited recalled that he had seen the mural before entering the door, and he had indeed touched it with his hands.

"It's horrible."

I just touched the wallpaper with my hand, and I was fine at the time, but I almost got stuck here.

Wen Dawen said: "Everyone must be careful and careful. ”

After speaking, he took the lead in laying down a defensive array, and the other disciples also sacrificed their magic weapons one after another to increase and strengthen this array.

Forming a defensive circle, Wen Dawen took the lead in stepping over the black ditch of Fang Cai.

Sure enough, as soon as I entered it, I felt a strong suction, which was not simply sucking the physical body in, but sucking out a person's soul.

However, they didn't touch the wallpaper, and Wen Dawen was at the peak of his strength, and everyone's cultivation was in one place, but after a quarter of an hour, they safely arrived at the downstairs of the city where they saw the figure.

There is no door here, though.

If you want to get in, you have to fly up from the castle tower above your head.

Just now, everyone still has lingering palpitations.

No one would dare to fly up rashly, for fear that there would be unexpected dangers waiting for them.

Heihe, who was originally in the glass mirror, flew out and said, "I'll come." After speaking, he transformed into a body, and the super-super-large "scorpion" was launched.

In fact, it's not ugly, it's just a little fat, and the tail is a little short, otherwise it looks like a dragon.

Because I had a bad impression of the mirage at the beginning, I made it ugly, and I felt like a scorpion.

Su Yixin said silently in her heart: You can't describe Heihe's ontology like this in the future.

Hei He's body is very large, basically the same height as the city tower, his head just looked at the city tower, "brush", a thick as an adult's arm, about half a zhang long, the head is a black hexagonal arrow shot towards Hei He's eyes with a thunderous jun.

That speed, that strength, was mixed with a lot of yin and evil energy.

Fortunately, Hei He has good strength, his reaction is fast, and his huge body is also very flexible when he moves, and his body spins quickly, avoiding the stout arrow.

Hei He's huge body, when rolling, carried a huge gangfeng, if he hadn't hidden in Wen Davan's array, he would have been thrown out directly.

The place where the sharp arrow hit was the wall to the left of the place they had just entered.

The wall was paved with a single block of boulders.

The oversized arrow shot through the boulder and sank into the wall.

This amazing force, if it is directly shot to the disciples below the Yuan infant stage, it is estimated that it will not be able to be saved.

Before they could react, the sound of "brushing, brushing" came and went, and countless thick and sharp arrows like Fang Cai were fired in unison.

The opposite wall is still a giant gate, and none of them have been spared.

Those disciples just watched.

Every time I look at it, my face turns white.

The body trembled involuntarily, the picture just now was too shocking.