Ji Ming raised the mirror and looked at it, and looked at the hanging bell with a sneering face: "I agreed." ”

She looked at the broken wood on the ground with her eyes, and stretched out her hand to caress it tremblingly, as if she were comforting a wounded child, with the utmost tenderness and caution.

This picture looks really weird. "She's stunned, isn't she?" Seeing her demeanor, Fan Xiaotan only felt a chill rush up his spine, and grabbed Lin Qiyi's arm.

Lin Qiyi didn't answer her, but his whole body was tense, and he was already in a state of ready to fight. It doesn't matter whether the state of the weeping bell is weird or not, the important thing is that he sensitively feels that the emotional structure of the weeping bell is collapsing, and this situation can lead to a person's outburst, not to mention that the weeping bell is still a very powerful spirit.

Phantom Wu was pleasantly surprised by the act of sacrificing himself to save the dust, at least the weeping bell would be comforting, but the truth didn't seem to be so warm.

Obviously, the weeping bell has a very deep affection for this locust tree, even more than the dust itself, perhaps for many years, so that the weeping bell has a real sense of "love" for the locust tree.

In her eyes, Mote is "a tree", much better than he is "a person".

Weeping Ling stood up slowly, her movements like a twilight old woman, but in the face of this slightly dull person, no one took it lightly.

The Spiritual Pagoda broke a big hole, but it still stood upright, and the locust tree seemed to be completely silent, and no movement came out, if it weren't for the action just now, no one would think that it was also "alive".

The golden bells swayed in the wind, which should match people's uneasy mood.

Her long hair flew like countless hands reaching out in the endless night behind her, grabbing her hair. She raised her face, there was no difference between the whites of her eyes and the pupils in her big eyes, and the whites of her eyes were also dyed with ink, and a pair of eyes seemed to have become two black holes, which were particularly penetrating against the background of the night.

A ray of golden light slid through the pair of dark eyes, just like ripples gliding on the hollow ancient well.

"I will avenge you. Weeping Bell had no pupils, making it impossible to tell who she was talking to. Anyway, from the perspective of each of them, it looks like weeping bells are looking at themselves.

Her words were soft, but they were more chilling than loud rants.

"Interesting. Ji Ming curled his lips and smiled, he really didn't seem to care about life and death, whether it was someone else's or his own. The coming storm was nothing more than an added pleasure in the midst of play.

Weeping Ling and Ji Ming are both people who live to the extreme, love to the extreme, and hate to the extreme. This kind of person is only indifferent to everything he doesn't care about, and he is extremely crazy about what he cares about.

To be honest, both of them are the same and the same terrible in the eyes of Phantom Wu at the moment.

Weeping Bell is now in a state of enchantment, which allows her to induce all her strength in a short period of time, whether it is the strength of her moves, agility, or explosive power, it is more than ten times more explosive, and the pain is almost non-existent. There is no pain so no fear, her mental power has put on a coat of "invulnerability".

This is also a kind of lifeless play, which can be said to be "hurting the enemy a thousand and losing a hundred and eight", even if the other party dies, he is hollowed out.

All the power has to be used in action, so the mind becomes dull, and basically there is only one simple goal, which is to kill all living things in front of you.

The weeping bell cut off the back road of others, and also cut off his own.

She didn't care if she could get the Langji mirror back, she just wanted to kill Ji Ming and kill all of them now.

The resentful spirits around him were affected by the emotions of the weeping bell, and they also became extremely vicious and difficult, and Lin Qiyi and Fan Xiaotan both joined the battle, and they only barely coped with it.

The sound of the wind seemed to be gradually increasing, and the golden bells swayed continuously, making a sound like a strange music. The atmosphere became extraordinarily eerie, and the form of the resentful spirit visibly increased to the naked eye, like a huge smoke screen, with different shapes, twisting and dancing in the music.

The temperature dropped suddenly, and everyone only felt that they had returned to the top of the snow-capped mountain in an instant. The wind was so strong, but the surrounding flowers and plants were solidified, and they didn't move.

I don't know if they were cut off, or if they were intimidated by the evil aura that erupted from the ground.

The earth began to tremble, and the surface of the earth was arched in pieces, as if something was about to break through the earth.

"What's going on?" Fan Xiaotan stood unsteadily, she shouted out this sentence in panic, and she didn't seem to expect anyone to really answer her.

The ground trembled, she almost sat on the ground, finally stood firmly, and saw a rotting corpse emerge from the upturned ground, this rotting corpse does not know how long it has been buried here, his body has become a skeleton, but there is rotten meat on his head, and there are only two black holes left in his two eyes, and I don't know what kind of worm is coming out of it, the white long, slender body is slowly swaying in the black hole like tentacles, stretching longer and longer, it seems that it can drill into Fan Xiaotan's eyes in the next moment, sucking off her eyeballs.

Fan Xiaotan, who was closest to this carrion corpse, seemed to be stupid and didn't move.

"What are you doing?!" Lin Qiyi slashed the rotting corpse beside him with a sword, ran quickly to Fan Xiaotan's side, and dragged her away from the place.

Fan Xiaotan came to her senses by his roar, and Lin Qiyi didn't dare to stay too far away from her, so the two simply fought with their backs to each other, leaving their backs to each other.

Two carrion corpses emerged from in front of Phantom and staggered towards her. Fortunately, the place where she stood was relatively remote and empty, and her speed was at least faster than these skeletons, and there were no carrion corpses to get close to for a while.

Although these carrion corpses move slowly, they no longer feel pain, and they have almost become an invincible army of daring to die, and some of them still have mana in their bodies, even if they only have physical remains, they can fight as well as when they were alive.

"Where the hell did this dead man come from?"

"They are all monks of the Temple of Mercy. "The robes on those rotting corpses are all torn, but you can still see the style of the monks' robes, most of them are skeletons, only the great monks with higher cultivation still have residual flesh attached to their bodies, and only these great monks still have mana.

They were all monks who had been buried in the ground by the weeping bell, and now they returned to the ground again, but they became the soldiers of the weeping bell.

There were so many helpers for a while, and even Ji Ming was a little reluctant now.

"Why are there so many?" Lin Qiyi swung his sword and slashed a skeleton, but no matter how he chopped, new skeletons would come out.

It's just that the skeletons look older, and some can't even move when they come out, and Phantom Drop can break their bones with stones.

"Thousands of years have passed, and the most that has been left behind are dead bodies, and perhaps these skeletons died here a long time ago, and now they are all awakened. "Phantoms are tired just by dodging, but the evil spirits in the underground seem to have no end.

The carrion corpses poured in from all directions, and Phantom Wu only felt that his scalp was numb, and if he continued like this, they would die of exhaustion sooner or later.

Can't delay any longer, Phantom Wu bit his fingertips and quickly wrote a spell on the golden rune, the golden rune is the highest level talisman, the strongest strength, and the greater the consumption of the caster, Phantom Wu has never used the golden rune, but now he can only fight against the water.

The blood on the golden talisman glowed faintly blue, like a cold air coming from a piece of ice.

Phantom Wu hit the golden talisman on the ground, and recited the ancient recipe in his mouth - "Condensation!"

With this shout, the phantom body quickly froze, the cold air spread, and the churning ground was also frozen, including those skeletons that were about to emerge, were also sealed in the soil and could not get up again.

The skeletons that had already emerged were quickly resolved, and the pressure on several people plummeted.

Phantom's hand pressed to the ground, maintaining its original position, as if the moment the spell was shouted, she was frozen with the land.

There is nothing to be done about the weeping bell, since it is clear that she is a fallen immortal of the dragon clan, even if half of her spiritual power is suppressed, she can deal with her. And her mana was about to run out, she saw the illusion, but she didn't expect her to be the worst thing.

Weeping Ling was very annoyed, leaving behind both Ming and Changjue, and quickly jumped towards the phantom.

Her goal has been changed to a powerless illusion, and she needs blood to re-nourish the land and reopen this purgatory.

The scene in front of him also turned bright red, and the phantom was getting closer and closer, and the weeping bells seemed to smell the sweet blood on the tip of their noses.

Weeping Ling curled the corners of her lips and hit the mana ball in her palm towards Phantom Wu, a figure flashed in front of her, covering Phantom Wu's body, and the long knife with a red blade light split her mana ball in half.

Not good! Weeping Ling was able to dodge the rebound of her mana orb, and a sharp pain came from behind her, and it was Jiming who arrived and hit her with his finger blade.

"Ah Wu!" Chang Jue blocked a blow for her, and then cut off the ice that connected Phantom Wu to the ground, put his hands on Phantom Wu's shoulders, and melted the ice for her with his own heat, "It's okay, it'll be fine soon!"

Through the ice in front of him, Phantom Wu looked at the clear smile of the person in front of him, and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, it was okay.

"Click...... seems to be the sound of ice melting, but she still can't move?

Puffs of white smoke came out of her eyes, like smoke from extremely cold water splashed on extremely hot iron. Phantom lowered her eyes and saw red blood staining the smoke.

Whose blood? Phantasmal Wu's head was a little sluggish, and she looked at the bloodstains, and what caught her eye was a locust branch, which was no more than the thickness of two fingers, and the branch was still bleeding, dripping and wetting a piece of land.

The ice on the ground melted the moment it touched the blood, what a hot blood, it was just the opposite of hers.

Phantom felt that her heartbeat had stopped, and the world was so quiet that it seemed like she was the only one left.

It was from the long chest that the locust branch came out of his chest and pierced his heart.

Sure enough, only his blood could be so hot.

Phantom couldn't move, not even hug the person right in front of her.

For the first time, she felt cold.

Her tears flowed down her face, and the smiling face beyond the ice became shattered.