The head did not speak.

Its eyes were tightly closed.

Yang Zhengyi stepped forward and slapped it twice, its eyes rolled a few times, but it still didn't open.

Song Zhong and Yang Zhengyi both felt the slightest bit bad.

The head seemed to be holding back some bad idea.

Song Zhong proposed, "Otherwise, let's kill it directly, and we will find the weirdness in the darkness ourselves." ”

Yang Zhengyi waved his hand and rejected Song Zhong's proposal, "This is not good, I finally met a sensible person, and you still want to kill it, I am afraid that after killing it, it will be difficult to find traces of the power in the darkness here." ”

Song Zhong bowed his head, and what Yang Zhengyi said was quite reasonable, but Song Zhong looked at the head he was holding in his hand very unpleasantly.

Yang Zhengyi said, "I know what you're thinking, don't worry, I'll ask later, it's not too late for you to do it." ”

As soon as Yang Zhengyi's words came out, the head in Song Zhong's hand shook slightly.

Yang Zhengyi blessed his soul and pasted the "Qingfeng Sword" in his hand on the cheek of the head.

The head felt a chill from the blade and began to tremble.

Yang Zhengyi smiled.

"I knew you were still afraid of death, you told me the truth honestly, I will spare your life, how about it?" Yang Zhengyi smiled happily.

There was a bit of appreciation in Song Zhong's eyes, Yang Zhengyi's swordsmanship was good, and he did not hide his inner thoughts, he went straight, the Holy Sect needed this kind of upright swordsman very much, and he also had the potential to join the Holy Sect and become an excellent disciple of the Holy Sect.

If it weren't for the special situation now, Song Zhong would have wanted to throw an olive branch to Yang Zhengyi as a disciple of the Holy Sect into the funeral hall and invite Yang Zhengyi to join the funeral hall.

Song Zhong lowered his head and found that the head still did not speak.

But both Song Zhong and Yang Zhengyi found that the head began to tremble.

At first, it was just the skin on the skull's face trembling slightly, until Song Zhong's arms began to tremble.

Wrong!

Something is very wrong!

This head dares to play tricks under the noses of Song Zhong and Yang Zhengyi!

Song Zhong and Yang Zhengyi both realized that there was a different momentum emitting from their heads.

This momentum is deep, with a boundless sense of depression.

Not only that, but there are more negative emotions coming from the skull.

Depressed, hopeless, hateful, unwilling... jingling

All kinds of complex emotions are intertwined, making Song Zhong and Yang Zhengyi feel palpitations, and this emotion is constantly affecting their mentality.

Song Zhong looked at Yang Zhengyi, the expression on Yang Zhengyi's face was tangled, and he was hesitating whether to destroy the head.

"Brother Yang, it's almost too late!" Song Zhong reminded.

Song finally felt that his head was shaking more frequently and faster.

Every time this skull shakes, the negative emotions will be amplified.

Song Zhong is closest to the head, and negative emotions are constantly affecting Song Zhong's heart.

However, Song finally had sword intent.

A swordsman with sword intent, with a firm Dao heart, few things can influence him.

"Don't hesitate, do it!" Song Zhong urged.

Song Zhong didn't dare to make a move, Yang Zhengyi finally found a sensible head, and now the words have not been asked, if Song Zhong destroys the head, Yang Zhengyi will definitely blame Song Zhong.

Therefore, destroying the head can only be done by Yang Zhengyi.

Now Song Zhong and Yang Zhengyi are allies, and if they can, they can't be offended.

The expression on Yang Zhengyi's face was slightly distorted.

He really wanted to get the answer he wanted from his skull.

"It's too late!"

Song Zhong urged again.

Song finally clearly noticed that there was a terrifying monster hidden in the skull, and the monster's momentum was getting stronger and stronger.

Song Zhong had no doubt that the monster was likely to break through his head and attack Song Zhong and Yang Zhengyi unscrupulously!

Yang Zhengyi gritted his teeth, and the Qingfeng Sword in his hand shook, and the Qingfeng Sword instantly cut off the head, cutting the head in half.

There was a muffled sound of "poof" in the deep pit, which was the sound of the head falling to the ground.

Song Zhong breathed a sigh of relief.

Yang Zhengyi still did the right thing at the last moment.

If it's a little more night, maybe the monster hiding in the head will do something terrible.

The monster in the skull reminded Song Zhong of the sleeping monster in the "Zhitang Inn".

At that time, when the sleeping monster of the "Zhitang Inn" woke up, it was also terrifying.

It's just that the sleeping monster of the "Zhitang Inn" does not exude negative emotions.

Or maybe Song Zhong and the others didn't wait for the outbreak of negative emotions and fled.

Song Zhong said, "Brother Yang, don't be frustrated, I will look for it with you, we will definitely be able to find a solution to the disaster, and your family will also heal." ”

Yang Zhengyi sighed: "Now it can only be like this. ”

Yang Zhengyi didn't know that after a few more breaths, something terrible would erupt from his skull.

But Yang knew he had done nothing wrong.

Song Zhong said, "I heard this head say before, there is a Taoist priest in this deep pit, I was rescued by a Taoist priest in the 'Zhitang Inn' before, I don't know if this Taoist priest is connected with the Taoist priest in the 'Zhitang Inn', and I don't know how this Taoist priest is now." This Taoist priest is probably still alive, after all, this head is very afraid of the Taoist priest and wants to flee from here. ”

Yang Zhengyi said, "No, there is something that can't be connected to this matter. The head wanted to get out of here, and it wanted us to take it out, because it was afraid of the Taoists. But it also said that the priest had reached the point of being a strong crossbow, and there was nothing to be afraid of..."

Song Zhong thought about it carefully, indeed, what Yang Zhengyi said made sense.

This skull contradicts itself.

Yang Zhengyi fell into deep thought.

"Do you crave power?"

Suddenly, a voice rang out in the pit.

Song Zhong and Yang Zhengyi's hair stood up.

The two looked at each other, both of them in shock on each other's faces.

In this deep pit, in addition to the two of them, there is also a half-dead Taoist priest, and there should be no living person else.

So who made this sound?

Is it a Taoist priest?

No.

The Taoist priest has exhausted his donkey skills, and listening to the tone of the head, the Taoist priest has slowly moved towards death, and he has no energy to tease the two of them anymore.

Even if the Taoist priest has energy, he should call for help to the two of them, instead of saying "Do you crave power?"

Song Zhong and Yang Zhengyi shook their heads, maybe they heard it wrong.

Suddenly, at this moment, a clearer, louder voice came "Do you crave power?"

Song Zhong and Yang Zhengyi were shocked, and endless fear came from the bottom of their hearts.

The fear quickly climbed and came straight to his face.

Even in the dark, their expressions could see each other's expressions.

Afraid!

In the dark, what the hell is talking!

"Don't panic, adjust your breathing, we have come down to the pit, even if there is something dangerous in the dark, we must face it and overcome it!

Yang Zhengyi nodded frantically and took a deep breath.

At this time, the voice came again, "Do you crave power?"

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