The senior brother and sister fought back too quickly, Ning Xixue failed to succeed, and on that good-looking face, because of the infusion of ghostly energy, the lines were completely activated, setting off the bewitching and wooden face.

"Ahh

The screams came out, and Ning Xixue stepped on the gravel and slapped it at Lu Yun.

This palm was fast, and there was a grand blood light in the red eyes.

Lu Yun bent down to dodge, kicked over, and used that strength to stand with Meng Lin again.

Both of them stood with their swords in their hands, and their swords rose to attack at the same time.

The two swords staggered, blocking all retreats, and under the attack of the two, Ning Xixue acted as if she was not suitable for her body, and there was always a moment of stiffness in the action of fighting back.

Seizing this opportunity, the two of them left and right, pointing straight to each other's fate.

Another scream.

The voice penetrated the spiritual power, reached the mind, and set off waves in the sea of consciousness.

Holding back the stinging pain in her mind, Lu Yun's eyes widened, and the sword stabbed at the other party's shoulder, and she succeeded in this blow.

This made Lu Yun a little surprised.

But this Ning Xixue didn't pay attention to Lu Yun, and after letting Lu Yun cause a penetrating injury, the arc of Ning Xixue's neck twisted enlarged, and she raised her hand and grabbed Meng Lin's sword.

The wound caused by the flesh and blood under the blade of Sen Han's sword was dripping with blood, and large blood stains dripped down the palm, and it was licked by the flames before it reached the bottom.

In this strange posture, Ning Xixue used both arms to pull the two of them over at the same time.

Lu Yun just wanted to evacuate, when magma erupted from under her feet, and a chain poked out from under the magma and wrapped around her ankle.

This chain appeared too fast, Lu Yun didn't have time to react, after the move, she wanted to pull out Han Jiangxue, but she felt the muscles on the other party's shoulder imprison the sword in her body.

And on Meng Lin's side, there were also chains attacking.

He ducked quickly, followed by greater force.

Na Ning Xixue dragged the two of them to the magma.

It was as if the movement of thinking was too late to stop, and the chains on his ankles pulled Lu Yun into the scorching abyss.

The fire of hell is burning, and those who fall into it may have no bones left.

At the moment when the flames enveloped Lu Yun, Lu Yun heard Meng Lin's shout and Ning Xixue's scream.

She tried to keep her eyes open, but all she could see was flames.

In the firelight, Lu Yun's mind gradually fell silent, and his body sank.

The conceivable transformation into char did not appear, and when the body came into contact with the magma, the scorching temperature was as hot as ever, and it also penetrated a thin film.

The body was falling rapidly, and the feeling of weightlessness made Lu Yun have to deal with it mentally.

Her current situation was the same as when she stepped into the ghost gate, except that the scene below was not like night, but a fire color.

The red land is vast and boundless, and as far as the eye can see, not a single grass grows, and the heat seems to wipe out all life in this land.

This is a land that is more dead and silent than night.

This is the ...... A real ghost.

After this thought came to his heart, Lu Yun adjusted his body and stepped on the sword, stabilized his body, and heard the sound of falling wind in the sky.

It's Meng Lin.

Edgeworth passed, and Lu Yun grabbed his senior brother's arm and brought him over.

"Senior brother."

She shouted, her voice compressed into a line, and it could also enter Meng Lin's ears in the whistling wind.

Holding the other party's shoulders, Lu Yun found that Meng Lin's body was too soft and lost all strength.

After she shouted, the other party's muscles tensed again, as if they were resisting something.

"Division...... Younger sister. ”

In the midst of the difficult breath, Meng Lin did not wake up.

Lu Yun realized that something was wrong, as soon as she grabbed Meng Lin's wrist, she felt that the other party's body was extremely chaotic.

In addition to the sword qi that belonged to Meng Lin, there was also an outsider.

Cold, cold, treacherous, vicious.

That's the ghost spirit that belongs to the ghost king.

Ning Xixue has not appeared so far, and thinking of the sound she heard when she fell into the magma, Lu Yun's expression gradually became solemn.

"Let's go!"

At this moment, Meng Lin opened his eyes suddenly, and at the moment when he saw the person in front of him clearly, Meng Lin struck out with a palm.

This palm used a lot of force, and it hit Lu Yun's shoulder firmly, and she snorted muffled before she couldn't help but vomit blood.

But the body was also separated from Meng Lin because of this.

"Let's go!"

Meng Lin's voice seemed to be squeezed out, and from a slight distance, Lu Yun could see a large area of fire lines on the other party's cheeks.

It's the same as Ning Xixue.

The second senior brother was possessed by the ghost king.

With thousands of thoughts spinning through his mind, Lu Yun couldn't be sure that he could help Meng Lin in this situation.

Obviously, Meng Lin also knew this.

Meng Lin's pupils were pale in color, a light brown color, and this brown color was shrinking at the moment because of pain and patience, revealing a cold like ice.

In the depths of these good-looking eyes, a shallow blood color is brewing, and the breath belonging to the ghost king is recovering.

Compared to Ning Xixue, the ghost king seemed to prefer Meng Lin's body.

A howl of pain appeared, Lu Yun did not hesitate, and Edgeworth quickly left Meng Lin's side.

Not long after she pulled away, a burst appeared from the sky, black clothes hunting wildly in the air, jade crowns falling off, and black hair covering her face.

A ghostly aura floated through Meng Lin's body.

At the same time, a pitch-black chain suddenly appeared beside Lu Yun, and the chain easily penetrated Lu Yun's shoulder.

At the same time, a suppressed and dissolving voice came out of her head.

"Ghost King Palace."

After three words, Meng Lin disappeared, and Lu Yun, who was seriously injured, struggled to go to the ground with his sword.

Blood spilled from the air, Lu Yun covered the wound, his face pale as paper.

The body that was already polluted by the ghost qi was still weak after taking a large amount of pills.

The moment he landed, Lu Yun stumbled, fell to his knees, blood spurted out, Lu Yun sat down cross-legged with his sword.

She didn't care about the current situation, and used her spiritual power to suppress the injury first.

The ghost qi in the body was even stronger because of this change, and most of Lu Yun's spiritual power was used to suppress the injury, and his body became extremely weak because of the evacuation of his spiritual power.

She coughed a few times and spat out the pieces.

Twisting his brows, relying on his clumsiness, the whole person is extremely prostration.

The only fortunate thing is that although the medicine of Baiyao cannot dispel the ghost qi, after taking it, it is difficult for the ghost qi to cause greater damage.

Again, there is enough aura here, and it can also heal itself.

The fragments were sticky on his cheeks, and Lu Yun was sweating profusely.

Her mind was drowsy from the pain, and she took a break to get up, trying to find her way.

The place that the senior brother said at the end must be useful.

Ghost King Palace.

She silently spat out these three words, barely recognizing the direction in which Meng Lin had disappeared, and headed towards that place.

On the barren land, the ground cracks and cracks, like scars, spread all over the land, and there is no edge in sight.

Dry and withered, lifeless.

The red soil is extremely hot, and magma can occasionally be seen emerging from beneath the cracks.

High temperatures are the only leitmotif here.