The snow didn't stop, and it got heavier and heavier.

The tall and mysterious Siren sculpture seems to be the patron saint of this desolate land, starting with her bare feet to form a vast snowy field.

Three shirtless men with sharp knives in their mouths facing the Siren sculpture and bowing to the ground while raising their hands above their heads.

So, a group of ghosts and paper people, as if they had been commanded, knelt down in unison.

This situation is dignified and solemn, but in this silver world, there are many people who do not feel any life, weird and absurd.

The tribute sacrificed by the three butchers was so familiar that Yan Yun's heart was moved, and he had the same thing in his storage bag.

"Is it possible for this sculpture to collect tribute?" Yan Yun said secretly in his heart.

At this moment, Yan Yun noticed that something unknown suddenly appeared within his perception range, and he raised his head in surprise and looked at the face of the Siren sculpture, but he didn't find anything unusual.

He was determined, but just a moment later, in his stunned eyes, the sacrifices in the hands of the three butchers rose and slowly flew towards the Siren Sculpture!

When the three small round balls approached the kraken's palm, as if they were deliberately attracting Yan Yun's attention, they stopped slightly in front of his eyes, and then flashed, floating towards the kraken's head above.

Yan Yun, Fairy Ayaluo and the others didn't even dare to take a breath of air, and watched as the three unknown balls disappeared into the closed mouth of the Siren Sculpture!

So, under the sculpture, ghosts and paper figures cheered and thundered, and gongs, drums, and suona shook the sky.

They were so happy that they were smiling as if they had been blessed by the Divine Residence.

Yan Yun Huoran stood up, fully guarded.

Qiu Yan, the two daughters of Ayaluo, and Liu Qing were all in a state of mind, in a fighting posture, ready to go.

Even Bo Erba, who had recovered a small part of his mana, stood up from meditation, moved his feet slightly, and approached Yan Yun's side.

The atmosphere was unusually stagnant, and every breath seemed like the distance between day and night.

However, after a while, nothing happened, and everything before was like an illusion.

On top of that, the Siren sculpture did not cause harm to several people, on the contrary, the sculpture also provided shelter for several people.

Yan Yun and a few people glanced at each other and nodded, indicating that there was no need to panic.

But at the moment when he looked away, in the afterglow, a pair of eyes as deep as the sea appeared on the face of the Siren sculpture!

The pupils are blue, pure, deep, and radiate a mysterious glow!

Even at the corners of the Kraken's stiff lips, there was a narrow smile, as if teasing a few people.

When Yan Yun wanted to confirm that this scene was not an illusion, the mysterious eyes and the smile on the corners of his lips disappeared, only the cold statue, just like before!

What the heck?

Yan Yun was apprehensive in his heart, and after a little hesitation, he took out the round lump obtained from maggots and alien beasts from the storage bag and placed it in the palm of his hand.

Sure enough, the object was guided and disappeared at a blistering speed.

Yan Yun was stunned, and a fluttering female voice came from her mind.

"Children can be taught, but they are also ......"

The sound is like a silver bell, pleasant to the ear, making people's hearts ripple.

"Who are you?" In shock, Yan Yun transmitted a voice to the Siren sculpture, but did not respond.

"Senior ......" Yan Yun transmitted the voice many times in succession, but unfortunately, he did not get any feedback.

At this time, the huge body of the sculpture shook, and the shout of "hey, hey, hey" came from under the sculpture.

It turned out that the old woman and the other three shamans used their magical powers to transform into six carved dragon poles the thickness of buckets, and a group of paper people and ghosts went into battle together, lifting the entire Siren sculpture up, forming a huge celebration procession.

At the front of the line, firecrackers spread, some ghosts opened the way with gongs, and dozens of ghosts held lanterns with the words "no one should enter" to draw the attention of others.

But in this Nine Secluded City, how can there be ordinary people who watch the excitement, it is nothing more than the need for pomp and circumstance.

Yan Yun stood on the thumbtip of the Siren sculpture, taking in this scene and sneering in his heart.

An unknown Siren sculpture, these ghosts and paper figures must have lifted her too high.

Six Dragonwood, what level is this?

These dead things underground, how dare they?

Hexagram book cloud: Dazai Qianyuan, the beginning of ten thousand materials, is the domination of the sky. The clouds are raining, and the products are shaped. At the end of the Ming Dynasty, the six were completed. When taking six dragons to control the sky. The main road changes, each is life, and he is in harmony with him, and he is rich. The first out of the house, Xianning of all countries.

Qian, that is, the sky, is formed by six times, each time is called "nine" in the yang, "the beginning" in the yin, and "six" is the pole!

The ancestor of all things travels, and taking the six dragons is to take the nine dragons, and even the supreme.

These paper figures and dead souls can be described as extremely bold, if the kraken really has a sense, how dare they take advantage of it?

Yan Yun shook his head again and again, muttering to himself: "Audacious, no wonder you live underground and don't see the light of day!" ”

At the moment when he thought of this, his eyes flickered, and he seemed to see a white figure standing on the mountain in the distance, his clothes fluttering, as if he wanted to return.

But when he wanted to see the specific appearance of this person, he only saw a stubborn rock jutting out of the cliff accompanied by pine waves.