No one would have thought that this deadly mushroom would grow from a corpse.

The murderer seems to have buried his body in the tunnel, paving the way for this "mushroom road", and then transferred the bones to the sour cellar.

Why did he use such a complex modus operandi, and what kind of deep hatred and hatred made the murderer have to kill that family in such a cruel way?

Han Xiaoxi took two steps back, and almost fell into the corridor, Yan Lin instinctively stretched out his big arm and grabbed her slender waist into his arms, controlling everything she had.

She could only stay in his arms obediently like a chicken.

Her heart was beating like thunder, and she was afraid that Yan Lin would hear it, so she had to stay still.

Then, Yan Lin pulled her aside and dropped a cold word.

"If you don't have good eyes, you should have more snacks. ”

Although the tone was cold, there was a rare warmth in these words.

Han Xiaoxi followed behind him, but he had to be cautious now.

"It's almost time now, let's go to the altar. ”

Yan Lin looked at the dark sky, looked at the miserable white moonlight sprinkled on Han Xiaoxi's hair, and said lightly.

He also carefully collected the dirt from the ground into his pocket, including a few mushrooms, as if the soil had other wonderful uses.

"Huh?" Han Xiaoxi's face was puzzled and puzzled, but he could only let him command.

She activated the weaving mist, and spiritual power flowed down her fingertips, encircling the moon-white dress, making the [Lost Miracle] glow brightly.

With the recovery of Han Xiaoxi's spiritual power, the [Lost Miracle] gradually returned to its original appearance, if it was really an ancient artifact, it naturally had such a powerful recovery ability.

This is done in order to start early to avoid an accidental attack when going to the altar.

Yan Lin stretched out his palm and motioned for Han Xiaoxi to hand it over to him, ready to cast a moving spell.

Han Xiaoxi paused for a few seconds, but still handed his hand to Yan Lin.

The two of them gradually disappeared into the dark night, only the leaves were chirping, and the sound of fluttering was endless.

By the time they reached the altar, the ritual had ended, and the ground was mottled with blood, and the vast circle filled the clearing, filling the air with a disgusting smell of blood.

Han Xiaoxi frowned, shrunk and stood behind Yan Lin, looking at the ruin-like "ruins" in front of him.

In an instant, the altar emitted a scarlet, blinding light, and began to reverse wildly.

Yan Lin frowned and stood still, but the robe on his body had been deformed by the strong wind.

Han Xiaoxi clutched Yan Lin's shirt tightly behind her back, fortunately he was tall enough to block her tightly, and in the gap between the storms, she opened her mouth to speak.

"This, this, this...... What should I do?"

She had never seen such a huge sacrificial circle in the underworld for many years, not to mention that this should be a blood circle that could only be forged after sacrificing the souls of dozens of people.

Ignoring Han Xiaoxi's words, he raised his hand to condense the black juice, and there was a dark blue light hidden in the juice, and lowered his posture to inject all the juice into the blood-colored magic circle on the ground.

It's a great way to reverse it through his same-sex spiritual powers.

A wicked smile drifted across the corners of Yan Lin's mouth.

After all, he never showed mercy in the face of his enemies.

The black juice quickly fused with the scarlet blood and spread rapidly.

Qi Ya just appeared from the magic circle, and I have to say that she was "forced" to appear.

"Minister Yan, it is really extraordinary. ”

Qi Ya's charming and amorous posture is still so unavoidable, Han Xiaoxi "peeps" at everything in front of her behind Yan Lin.

Yan Lin didn't speak, looked at the crescent-shaped magic weapon in Qi Ya's hand, and suddenly understood the intention of the altar she was using.

"As I expected, you're trying to set the altar of sin in motion. ”

The Altar of Sin......

Han Xiaoxi subconsciously tugged Yan Lin's arm, this is the forbidden secret of the underworld, how could he know?

The old man of the previous generation of Night King had such a big mouth, why did he say everything?

Yan Lin is just the minister of affairs in the yang world, how could he know such a deep secret.

Such suspicions flashed through his mind, and the situation in front of him did not leave any room for Han Xiaoxi to think at all, Qi Ya had already pointed the crescent-shaped magic weapon at Yan Lin.

"Yes. ”

Qi Ya didn't detour either, and answered Yan Lin directly.

The sharp crescent-shaped magic weapon emitted a blood-red dazzling light, and it stinged people's eyes when they saw it, and Han Xiaoxi released the [Lost Miracle] to relieve the pain of direct vision.

"The altar of sin can cause people to fall into boundless darkness, and you are a specially made sacrifice by the case of the vinegar factory, and then made a deal with the murderer?"

Yan Lin didn't care about the crescent-shaped magic weapon in front of him, and asked the question just now.

"Clever. However, it doesn't matter if you know. This is my circle, and you can't go when you come. ”

Before Qi Ya's words fell, the crescent-shaped magic weapon had already gathered scarlet spiritual power and burned like fire.

It burned and crackled at the same time.

The sound was not ordinary fire, but the sound of broken souls.

She actually uses her soul as fuel, and it is a dark power that can only be forged by infinite resentment.

Han Xiaoxi felt those grievances and pains, and hissed one after another, this grievance that should have been told in the underworld, but now that he is imprisoned here, he still has to become the sacrificial fuel of others.

There was infinite anger gushing out of her heart, which was the sorrow of being a thousand-year-old judge.

She has crossed so many people, but there are still people who can't be saved.

Lamentable.

[Lost Miracle] emitted a fierce light, forming a moon-white circular barrier, shielding the fierce wind from the outside, forming a safe zone.

Yan Lin was a little surprised, Han Xiaoxi was seriously injured by Qi Ya before, it seems that her spiritual power has improved significantly, and now she can compete with it.

What's more, as Qi Ya said, this is her domain.

"Let's make a deal. Qi Ya. ”

Han Xiaoxi stood up from Yan Lin's side.

"The general of the defeated army is not worthy of fighting with me again, this time I will fight with Yan Lin. ”

Qi Ya's magic weapon has turned into a sharp sword, and it seems that she can't wait to start a war.

"No, I'm going to beat you this time. ”

Han Xiaoxi took out the white jade judge's pen on his waist and transformed it into a long-handled sword, holding it with his hands folded and holding it high in front of his eyebrows.

This is a ritual weapon that can only be used by judges.

It can be seen that Han Xiaoxi is serious this time.

"Are you sure?"

Yan Lin raised his eyebrows, he could see that Han Xiaoxi was eager to try, and he couldn't stop it.

But at present, Han Xiaoxi's chances of winning are not small.

"Sure. ”

As soon as Han Xiaoxi's words fell, she floated away like a lotus flower, she was originally a mortal body, but it was lighter than an immortal body.

Holding a sword in his right hand, wearing a moon-white magic skirt, the dense weaving mist wrapped around his side, strengthening his defense to the extreme, now he just needs to find Qi Ya's weakness.

Qi Ya chuckled, summoned her sister [Closed] to her side, and gently blocked Han Xiaoxi's peak.

Unbeknownst to him, Han Xiaoxi had already used the weaving mist to hook a sharp thin sword in the rear, which was so weakened that it was imperceptible to the naked eye, and in such a powerful spiritual power network, it was impossible to easily sense it.

Qi Ya felt that she was sure of victory, so she was a little careless.

Underestimating the enemy is the biggest failure.

The thin sword pierced her back, hurting her spiritual veins, and the altar circle appeared to swaying spatial distortion and ripple.

"You!"

Qi Ya took a deep breath and ejected the Mist Weaving Secret Sword on her back, then crossed her hands, and the bright red nails were wrapped with a strong surging blood-colored spiritual power, and what was born from it was her exclusive magic weapon [Capture].

Capturing can absorb all the spiritual power, Han Xiaoxi must be careful.

Yan Lin held a heart, his eyes moved with Han Xiaoxi's actions, ready to support her at any time, and the black juice in his hand had not collapsed.

Han Xiaoxi dodged the attack of the [Capture] Chain, although the [Capture] was very powerful, its agility was not high.

And Han Xiaoxi is very good at long-range attacks, and Qi Ya has been hit by Han Xiaoxi's Fog Weaving Secret Sword several times in a row.

Qi Ya was defeated again and again, so she whispered a few words with her sister [closed], preparing to use a new trick.

Qi Ya is naturally not an idle person.

I saw a blood-colored aura floating over, and then Han Xiaoxi's ears exploded.

Since she had already turned on the [Lost Miracle] before, she could automatically defend her spiritual power, no matter how strong Qi Ya's spiritual power was, as long as it was not a crushing absorption of [Capture], she would not be able to break through the protective shield of [Lost Miracle].

It turned out that Qi Ya combined the ability of [Seal] with [Capture] to compress the blood-colored spiritual power to a very small amount, and then released it in an instant, causing explosive power.

Seeing that Han Xiaoxi was unharmed, Qi Ya laid a large number of chain attacks and explosive attacks, and started the round bombardment, if it was really in the Blood Sacrifice Array, he could use spiritual power so unscrupulously.

It's not her soul that burns.

Han Xiaoxi could hear the cries and cries of those people, and they were more heart-wrenching than one another.

This time, it's time for her to take the initiative!

Han Xiaoxi used the weaving mist to move the blood-colored aura drive to change its floating direction, and then approached Qiya step by step.

It is only one step away from punishing this wicked man.

Han Xiaoxi crossed the long-handled spike to his side, and folded his left hand on it, wrapping the dense weaving mist with the sword body, converging into a moon-white spiritual light.

On the side of his eyes, he saw a blood-colored aura floating in front of Yan Lin.

He tried to fend off the bombardment with the black juice in his hand, but at that moment......

The blood-colored aura directly shattered the defense layer of the black juice, as if the glass was shattered, and his tall body fell instantly.

Han Xiaoxi changed the direction of action and flew to Yan Lin's side.

A large pool of blood broke out on Yan Lin's side, which quickly spread and stained the ground around him.

Qi Ya saw the opportunity and guided the second blood-colored aura to Yan Lin's side, feeling that this was not enjoyable enough, and then took the third and fourth ...... The myriad blood-colored auras condensed here.

A single blood-colored aura alone was enough to level a small town, and such a huge amount of blood-colored aura was enough to wipe out the two of them.

Han Xiaoxi looked up at the floating blood-colored aura, and then turned around and hugged Yan Lin tightly.

Yan Lin was on the verge of confusion, and when he saw Han Xiaoxi's worried look, he raised his hand and put it down again.