Knowing that Suosuo's voice rang out, Yingluo was startled.

The whole palace is made of dry bones, and these dry bones are not ordinary white bones, but the souls of unjustly killed ghosts.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that the Ghost King can accumulate his strength here, and this is the place where the resentment is heaviest, and every dead soul does not think that he is dead, and rushes to escape.

Normally they are relatively quiet, but now, as if sensing some kind of summons, all the unjust spirits are ready to move.

She looked up and saw a black air, but she didn't seem to be interested in her, but they all gathered in one direction.

Looking in the direction of the black qi, she saw a lot of shadows, there seemed to be many poles, and there were various magic instruments and prayer flags on the poles, and she couldn't see the specific situation.

"So now I've collected all the three divine birds, oh, I still need the Soul Falling Bell, which happens to be at the Blue Bird. ”

"Hui Ling has already helped me steal the bone banner from your mother, so you see, I don't lack anything now. ”

The ghost king said slowly, looking calm, everything was under his control.

"Are the three gods Qingji, Si Cai, and me?"

She wondered.

"Of course, the most important thing is you, you are the king of birds, how can you do it without you?"

"I will be very grateful to you, and maybe I will help you kill Yin Yuanhua, the negative man who is used to playing with feelings, so that you can be happy. ”

He took her little hand and kissed it very gentlemanly.

"What about Aran?" she asked.

"I'm a god, do you think he's qualified to compete with me for this body?"

"For thousands of years, I have struggled to put together my soul piece by piece, do you know how hard I worked?"

"He's just a mortal. ”

In other words, Ah Ran will not disappear, he is still just sharing a body and a soul with him.

Yingluo put her mind at ease.

Well, she will fulfill him.

"Ouch, Sister Yingluo, you're awake. ”

An obnoxious voice approached delicately.

From the shadowy chaos, Yin Huijun walked over and said respectfully to the Ghost King: "Your Highness, the hour is coming, will you take the Immortal Concubine with you?"

Yingluo raised her eyes and looked around, Concubine, who is it?

Yin Huijun looked at her with a smile, his face was supple, and his eyes were full of hatred.

Could it be that the concubine is talking about herself?

Yingluo was speechless.

She gave Wei a roll of the eyes, but she didn't have the strength to refute it.

She's going to die anyway, so the concubine will be the concubine.

The Ghost King took her little hand very gentlemanly, and led her to the temple full of white bones and black gas like a humble gentleman.

Five-colored prayer flags fluttered everywhere, and yellow rune paper was almost all over.

Kunlun Xu's temple depicts the ancient gods, but there are only ghosts in the temple here, and the eerie ghosts have all kinds of sad expressions on their faces, stretching out their hands to dig out their hearts, holding them in their hands, as if they are sacrificed.

All the demons looked in one direction, and in the center was enshrined a monster that looked like a dragon and was obviously not a dragon, it seemed to be a woman, but with dragon-like wings and a snake's tail, and her hands were resting on her round belly, as if she had just eaten and drunk.

"The time hasn't come yet, Miss Yingluo, you can take a break first......"

Familiar sounds.

She turned her head to look, but saw Zhao Ziyu dressed in a Taoist robe, and there seemed to be pity in her eyes.

"No, sooner or later I'm going to die anyway. ”

She said with a smile, the sweet dimples were still so beautiful, just like the next day.

Zhao Ziyu suddenly remembered the tender yellow dead leaf he had removed from her hair on that sunny afternoon.

He turned his eyes away, unable to bear to look at her again.

"Yu'er, you're still so soft-hearted. ”

The Ghost King said coldly. Bean Book City

"It's just because it's an old man, so it's a little sad, that's all. ”

He walked behind, casting a spell that wrapped around the altar's door.

"It's a pity, I still want her to see Yuanhua for the last time. ”

The ghost king's evil taste made Yingluo frown subconsciously.

"Sister Yingluo, sit here. ”

Dangerous slanted glance swept over.

"Concubine, sit here. ”

Zhao Ziyu hurriedly changed his words.

The array had been set up, and there were lights burning all around, but it was not neat, but intricate, as if it was placed randomly on top of the five-star circle.

Seventy-seven forty-nine phases of the galaxy.

The sun and the moon overlap for the eyes of the array.

Qing Ji and Si Cai both seemed to be asleep, lying motionless on the two star positions, on the other side was the Soul Falling Bell, the white bone banner was rotating in the middle of the star position, and the black qi in the hall was summoned by it, constantly gathering towards it.

"Your Highness, you can begin. Yin Huijun smiled gloatingly.

She had already sat down outside the array, her hands forming a Tai Chi mudra, which was the protector of this array.

Yingluo stood in her position according to Zhao Ziyu's instructions.

The ghost king calmly stood up and signaled that Zhao Ziyu could start.

In fact, as the person who presides over the magic circle, Yin Yuanhua is the most suitable, his cultivation is the highest under the ghost king, and he is the heir of the Yin clan under the ghost mother's seat.

But for well-known reasons, the Ghost King no longer trusts him.

The bone banner was spinning faster and faster, and the Soul Bell was silent.

"This formation will not take effect until the moment when the sun and moon are delivered. ”

As if he had guessed her question, the Ghost King kindly explained to her.

Yingluo subconsciously looked at Qing Ji and Si Cai who were lying on the ground, and suddenly remembered a very important thing.

"Wait a minute!"

She was busy.

"What about Seonghime and Si Cai, will they die too?"

The Ghost King looked at her with the eyes of a fool.

"As soon as the Soul Bell rings, everyone who is not in the eye of the formation will die, and all the souls will belong to me, didn't I tell you this before?"

"How can this work? It doesn't matter if I'm dead, Qingji and Si Cai don't want to die. ”

"I can't help them. ”

The Ghost King shook his head.

The Fallen Soul Bell in the array had already moved on its own, and there were no witches, no dancers, it actually flew into the air on its own, and shook as if someone was controlling her.

Yingluo remembered the Zhao brother who died in Kunlunxu.

No, she must not let Qing Ji die under the Soul Bell like Zhao Di!

She rushed towards Aohime, only to find that she couldn't get out of her star position at all.

There seemed to be an invisible barrier stopping her.

"Don't struggle, caged bird, no matter how much you struggle, you will just die in the cage. ”

The ghost king sat cross-legged on top of the array, so he was so busy that he didn't bother to pay attention to her.

There was a golden aura flowing out of Si Cai's body, hanging in the air, and Qing Ji's was a pale cyan aura.

Yingluo was still struggling, but she found that there seemed to be an invisible hand that pulled out the spiritual power in her body and lifted it up.

She fell to the ground, and the last thing she saw was the red aura flowing from her body.

Why is it red?

Isn't she earthly?

She closed her eyes.