"The ruins have been invaded?!"

Such a big movement on the side of the ruins didn't take long to attract the attention of the Witch Sect that was resident here.

Soon the Witch Sect organized a team and rushed to the ruins.

Then I saw an open area in front of me, and the ruins that were originally cramped and complicated were now unobstructed ruins.

"Who? Who the hell is it! A member of the Witch Sect watched in horror.

This relic is very important, and now that such a big thing suddenly happens, if the above is held accountable, the consequences are unimaginable!

They stepped into the ruins, and before they could investigate, several members of the team sensed that something was wrong.

"Be careful, there's dirt!"

"What ......"

As soon as he finished speaking, a bloodshot eye suddenly opened in a crack in the rubble, and then the pale arm reached out and grabbed the head of the nearest person.

"Ahhh Before the believer could react, the whole person was forced into the rubble, flesh and stone mixed together.

As soon as it came up, it was such an exciting picture that even the cultists were a little stunned.

After all, although the Witch Sect is a cult, it is not the kind of cult that popularizes dirty blood sacrifices.

After being attacked, the believers quickly took out their weapons.

It's all a variety of musical instruments!

They began to play, and although the rhythm was strange, it strangely combined to form a complete melody.

And after the melody began to be heard, large and small explosions occurred all over the surrounding ruins.

Brother Curse was forcibly forced to act: "Rhythm? ”

And when Brother Curse was in action, the playing style of these disciples changed, the melody changed, and the passionate and rhythmic melody condensed into a wave of impact with actual killing significance towards Brother Curse.

Rumble!

One of the forms of the cursed brother was blown away.

But more pale, blood-stained arms reached out from the gaps in the surrounding ruins.

Bubbles rang out one after another, mingling with the music of the witch cultists, and countless resentful spirits crawled towards them.

……

Nightmare cockroaches are wreaking havoc, and the Black Wind is reappearing on a small scale in this ruin.

Some of the cultists in the ruins who had not gone out in the first place were not able to escape.

Either they were shot, or they were eaten by cockroaches, and their spirits were thrown into nightmares.

At this moment, a group of cultists were running wildly, and behind them were black oval creatures in endless pursuit.

There are also believers who want to resist, but in front of the modern brother, their performance speed is too slow, and the music will be torn apart by bullets without appreciation before it can be circulated.

In the end, they also gave up the idea of resisting and focused on escaping.

Wan Yi's Soul Devouring Scepter pulled out a white light and then shot out continuously, and the souls of the disciples who were hit by the light were quickly withdrawn, and their bodies fell down while being engulfed by the nightmare cockroaches that followed.

And when the last remaining disciple was hit by Wan Yi's Soul Eater Curse, he couldn't extract his soul, but the whole person was shocked and fell to the ground.

The robe he was wearing fell, revealing the face that belonged to the mask underneath.

She turned her head, and a nightmare cockroach pounced on her face, engulfed by the black wind.

Bang!

Because Hyundai Brother has no restraint, the fragile ruins begin to collapse.

But Wan Yimen didn't care at all.

"Anything else?"

"There's another one, it's running out," Wan Yi traced the remaining soul crystals.

"Outside, just right. Brother Curse seems to have a hard time dealing with a whole orchestra that is playing. Brother Hyundai said.

"Not necessarily, his words have been developing quite well recently." Wan Yidao.

"Also, after all, in a sense, it's all of us raising him?"

……

The witch cultists were playing passionately.

They were all sweating profusely, and the melody wrapped around them formed a strong defense, so that these resentments could not invade, and the murderous attacks were also blocked by them one after another.

The two sides are at a stalemate, but the resentment of the other side is endless, and their performance will eventually come to an end.

When the first person in this "orchestra" appears who cannot support his mental and physical strength, the melody that can still be evenly matched will be crushed by this monstrous resentment.

Since the battle with the cadres of the Jade Sect, Brother Curse has also not left behind his own strengthening.

He assumed one of Wan Yi's internal duties, which was to collect Wan Yi's body.

Through the spiritual connection, Wan Yi is marked with the curse of Brother Curse, as long as Wan Yi dies due to various accidents, there will always be something that will be recovered by Brother Curse in the end.

A large number of curses and grievances are also piled on the body of the cursed brother. Although in a sense, because of the immortality of the will to curse, the chat group will no longer be attritional.

But that's the ontological distress, what does it have to do with the cursed brother who benefits from it?

The Witch Sect orchestra in front of him was already quite not weak, and a group of nameless "rabble" played the melody together, and they were able to get the level of the original Jade Sect cadre.

It's a pity that the Jade Sect cadre didn't have the energy to curse Brother at the beginning, and they had no choice!

Rumble!

Finally, a murmur appeared.

It turned out to be a piper among the congregants.

His aura was slightly disturbed, only for a moment, and then quickly adjusted.

The noise doesn't have much of an impact, and it's hard to notice even for people who don't listen carefully.

But the murmur still came out.

The next moment, the piper's neck was strangled by the blood-stained pale arm, and the pupils of his eyes, which were already somewhat out of focus, were blinded by pitch black, and only the face of hatred and hatred was reflected in his eyes.

He was unable to play, his breath stopped, and his breathing quickly weakened.

And just like that, he died standing up.

Without warning.

It was only because of the faint murmur, and then only three seconds later, he was killed by the resentment that took advantage of the gap.

And after he stopped playing completely, there were a lot of holes in the whole piece.

People who react quickly can also quickly change the rhythm to protect themselves.

But there are many more, defeated like a mountain, held by a cursed hand that only comes from behind, carrying a curse of resentment to destroy their will.

In the end, it all became part of the curse.

Despair spread.

The rest of the cultists just followed their survival instincts, and in their own situations, they struggled to protect themselves, and one by one the figures of the cursed Wan Yi surrounded them, and did not launch a fierce attack.

Just emitting bubble sounds one after another, and then looking at them with bloodshot eyes.

Everything is over.

For!

Suddenly, a penetrating piano sounded.

Bang!

The rock wall above his head exploded, and a figure fell from the sky, and the sound of the piano lingered for a long time, sweeping away a large number of curses below.

As the atmosphere group, the cursed Wan Yi retreated, leaving the cursed brother to look at the unexpected visitor in front of him.

Rupu's black hair is neatly combed into a long braid at the back of his head, and he is wearing a modified purple ancient windbreaker skirt, which is full of colorful patterns, but all of this is supported by the other party's face that is better than thousands of flowers, and the elegance is peerless.

The pupils of the eyes are constantly changing purple notes, carrying a strange and transcendent temperament.

"Lord Priest!" The surviving believers wept with joy.

Priest of the Witch Sect...... In other words, this is the highest-level cadre of the Witch Sect in the Sunken Sky Island Group.

Brother Curse thought.

When the priestess appeared, her eyes were not on the Cursed Brother, but on an empty place.

"I've been looking for you for a long time, I knew I could get you out, maybe I should have destroyed this place sooner. Don't you want to come out and meet now? "The woman's voice is mature and full of charm.

Brother Curse looked over suspiciously, and then saw a soul crystallization form of impact appear through the rock wall, crashing towards the empty place.

The priestess plucked the strings of the guqin floating beside her again, and a wave of purple rhythm condensed to cancel out the soul impact.

Now, Brother Curse knew who she was talking to just now.

Without warning, a figure appeared.

At this time, Brother Curse realized that she seemed to have been there just now, but he seemed to have "accidentally" ignored her?

There is no doubt that the familiar turquoise gauze dress shows her identity.

There are a lot of small movements, and the hands and feet are not very clean.

And the mask looked at the woman in front of him with a somewhat blank expression, as if she was remembering something.

After a long time, she spoke, and said in a somewhat uncertain voice: "Music...... Table? ”

(End of chapter)