The team ran for another three or four miles, and the earthen city in front of them was impressive.

The yellow castle, the old city walls, the red makeup is peeling, and only the ruins remain.

The prosperity of the past has been blown away by the wind and sand, leaving only the scars of the years, vicissitudes and fragility.

Centaurs rushed in, kicking up large clouds of dust.

Listening to the walls on both sides trembling with the sound of hurried footsteps, people couldn't help but worry about whether the earth city, which was rotten to such an extent, could stop the attack of the wolves.

Walking through the narrow corridor, the Crimson Enchantress led the hunters to stay behind and break the back, while the others each held the gap in the other direction.

The wolves were kept out, and the angry roars seemed to become distant, and their claws slammed against the earthen wall, making a sharp stinging sound, but they did not attack for the time being.

As soon as Jiang Chen entered this ancient castle, he sensed that something was wrong.

The blood in the body seemed to be out of control, accelerating and rushing, like a river rising and a torrent bursting its banks.

"It's not good, the boiling bloodline is going to get out of control."

The surging torrent after the embankment burst turned into a blood stream and overflowed out of the body, weaving into a layer of red halo, thick as substance, enveloping Jiang Chen's entire person.

Jiang Chen, who was bathed in blood light, seemed to be wearing a layer of blood-colored armor, and only a vague silhouette of his body was left in the eyes of everyone.

At first glance, Jiang Chen seemed to have turned into a blood-colored demon god, with red flames flowing, blood rushing to the sky, exuding a terrifying sense of oppression.

"Eighth Order King Kong!" Su Yunqing exclaimed.

The power of the boiling bloodline was circulating at an almost uncontrollable speed, and in the blink of an eye, it had reached the level of the eighth-order Vajra realm.

Several people nearby immediately felt that they couldn't breathe, Ye Xingsoul retreated with a pale face, and Xining on his back even began to be dazed and blurred.

The terrifying aura unconsciously released by Jiang Chen was like a surging tide, which was enough to drown the weak.

Su Yunqing came back to her senses and asked in surprise, "What's the matter?" ”

"He's right here." Jiang Chen closed his eyes and felt the flow of qi in all directions.

"Who? The guy with the? ”

"It's him!"

Every step Jiang Chen took, he dragged out a blood-colored afterimage, which stayed in place for a long time.

After seven or eight steps, seven or eight blood-colored demon gods seemed to appear on the ground, arranged in order, from light to heavy, and the red light changed with a halo of red.

That's when the last remnant began to dissipate.

The caravan members who saw this scene were dumbfounded, and they all wondered if they had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

Haven't you heard of this castle haunted before?

Jiang Chen clearly felt that he was getting closer and closer to that person.

An irresistible voice beckoned to him from the darkness, like the attraction of a moth by the light of fire, and even though he knew that it was not good, his body involuntarily walked towards the abyss in front of the cliff.

"Wait!" Su Yun let out a deep snort, suddenly released the "Silver and White Shackles" realm, took a step forward, and grabbed Jiang Chen's wrist.

The martial artist of the eighth-order Vajra physique, even if he walks slowly, is still better than the nine oxen advancing together.

Su Yunqing also used all his strength to hold Jiang Chen, and the two collided with each other, and there was a loud bang in an instant, and the ground shattered.

Su Yunqing was still holding Jiang Chen's arm tightly across a ravine, stopping his forward momentum.

Jiang Chen turned his head with difficulty and glanced at Su Yunqing, his eyes were full of blood, and he suppressed his breath and said, "Don't get involved." ”

Su Yunqing looked at it, Jiang Chen's face shrouded in blood-colored light was already blurred, only the pair of eyes that were filled with blood-red, which were filled with endless resentment and killing intent, as if they were no longer human eyes.

Su Yunqing was shocked in her heart, and asked eagerly, "Are you out of control?" That guy is guiding you into the devil? But I've already used the Silver Shackles to block his supernatural powers......"

Jiang Chen gritted his teeth and said, "It's the seed that was planted a few days ago...... Lurking in my veins...... Until today...... to ignite ......"

"Can you still do that? If not, I'd better run for my life sooner! ”

Su Yunqing said it so frankly and straightforwardly, Jiang Chen couldn't find fault for a while.

Although Su Yunqing said it ruthlessly, she never relaxed Jiang Chen's wrist, but grabbed it tighter.

When the two were at a stalemate, flowers suddenly fell from the sky.

The pink flowers woven of red silk are cut into pieces, like catkins fluttering in spring, sprinkled on people's chests, backs, shoulders, and feet......

Peach petals, colorful as rain.

Accompanied by this rain of flowers, there is a pipa song that is ringing and ringing. With the sound of slaughter, it sounded above people's heads.

The sand wolves, who had already retreated outside the castle, seemed to have received some kind of order, and suddenly they were angry, and they launched a new round of onslaught without fear of death, forcing the hunters guarding the gate to scramble for a while.

"Who? Get out! The Crimson Enchantress raised her eyebrows and shouted.

In response to her, there were two sonorous pipa tunes.

The crimson demon queen flicked the soft whip and made a crisp sound: "Pretend to be a ghost again, don't blame the old lady for being unkind to you!" ”

"Yes......" a long, ethereal sigh drifted from the dome.

The sky above the dark and dilapidated castle was suddenly shrouded in a layer of golden light.

The light of the Buddha is not heavy, it is not dazzling, it is as light as smoke, as clear as water, but it can shine through the subtlety, so that all darkness and filth cannot be hidden.

Accompanied by auspicious clouds, Sanskrit sounds, smallpox falling, and streamers fluttering.

In an instant, the deserted city is like a pure land, and the words of Buddhism are soaked in the heart.

In astonishment, a graceful body appeared from the clouds, with its arms behind its head, holding a lute behind its back, and slowly descended from the sky.

It was a beautiful woman, with a fluttering skirt and a flying scarf, sweeping across the air, surrounded by ceilings, like an immortal flying out of a mural.

The spirit girl flies into the sky and rebounds the pipa!

Before the pair of snow-white feet landed, there was a burst of fragrant fragrance, and the jujube pear was fresh and fragrant.

The woman's face was smiling, showing a gentle and compassionate attitude, but the melody played by the jade fingers behind her was very different from her gentle face.

The pipa emitted a sonorous killing sound, which resounded precisely at the beat of the ethereal Sanskrit singing, distorting the whole tune, and the original compassionate and peaceful sound of crossing people turned into a majestic and passionate sound of subduing demons, revealing boundless killing intent.

People who hear this pipa song have a sense of irritability with accelerated blood flow, impetuousness, unbearable chest tightness, and distracting thoughts, as if there is ignorance and trouble, and they are eager to pull out their weapons and slash indiscriminately.

"It's the Gandarpo of the Eight Heavenly Gods of the Futu Sect!" Su Yunqing called out the identity of the woman, "Everyone cover your ears and be careful of her pipa!" ”

"It's her!" Jiang Chen's heart moved, remembering the pipa music he heard yesterday, eighty percent of which was written by this person.

There's also a guy with a, who could it be?

These Futu lackeys really want to stop me from meeting with the Black Sword Saint!

The Crimson Demon Queen snorted coldly: "It turned out to be a bald donkey of the Futu Sect, so bold that he dared to come to the dark red sand dunes to spread wild!" ”

The white-robed knight stopped in front of her without saying a word, looking at the Qianda Po with half-closed eyes, his face extremely solemn.

The Black Sword Saint had already issued a "Forbidden Monk Order" on the dark red sand dunes, and any monk who dared to step into the dark red sand dunes for half a step would be killed!

If this Gandharva Bodhisattva dares to come in violation of the ban, he must have something to rely on.