During Bai Junqian and Chang Yuechen's observation, someone lit a bonfire outside the cave.

A group of men and women emerged from the darkness and gathered around the campfire, dressed in black and with colorful faces, revealing only a pair of gloomy eyes.

The weird bright colors on the mask can't change or dilute the gloomy atmosphere, but rather reveal the paradox of playing for the tiger.

Those abrupt colors and chaotic lines were like filth in the gutter, and this group of people suddenly appeared in front of her, Chang Yuechen couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice, and without waiting for Bai Junqian's warning eyes to sweep over, she immediately covered her mouth knowingly, and obediently looked at Bai Junqian and the two of them in this distance, watching the changes.

For a long time, the crisp cracking of Mars, the faint and flickering bonfire like a dancing palm, rubbing the strange fire light with fingertips, and then burning red firewood, showing the authority of turning hands into clouds and covering hands into rain.

They appeared to be performing the above ritual, and the first one who was covered with a white cloth raised his arms and shouted, "Worship God!"

The voice sounded remarkably familiar, and it sounded so beautiful that it seemed as if a single syllable would turn into a natural sound in his voice, blooming on the slightly jerky tip of his tongue.

He fell to his knees reverently, his hands pressed straight to the ground, his forehead slammed hard against the ground, got up and repeated, "Worship God!"

Then he knelt down again, with his whole body pressed against the ground, and bowed his head with the crown of his head facing north-east.

Then, the black shadows around it also repeated its movements, and finally raised their hands in unison, and shouted in their mouths, "Worship God!" in the direction of north-east, and performed two worships.

The deep voice slipped from the lips of various shapes and sizes, and the air currents in all directions condensed, as if a powerful force was gathering and would shatter the bones as soon as it approached.

Chang Yuechen couldn't help but shudder and said, "What kind of weird ceremony is this holding?"

When Bai Junqian heard this, he didn't answer, his eyes flashed with worry, and he couldn't help twitching immediately.

The leader put his palms together on his forehead, tilted his head slightly, and his legs, and his feet in a T-shaped step, and said loudly: "Daxu Liao Kuo, Zhaoji Huayuan; Nine stars are hanging, and seven rays are circling around......"

The men and women stood in accordance with the style, and also recited: "The nine stars are hanging, and the seven rays are circling." Worship God my Lord, and I will ...... my generation."

They repeat it several times, and the sound is neatly arranged, but it has the effect of echoing, layering layer by layer, like dense flowers on a brocade, superimposed, forming a special rhythm.

Reverent, slow, loud, the voice seems to bloom not from the throat but from the depths of the chest, even from the soul.

For a long time, the leader faced the crowd, and the vague language rolled in front of the bonfire like a foam tumbling on the water of blood: "Blood honors my lord, and he returns his spirit!"

The rest of the black shadows all bowed their heads halfway, their vocal cords fluttering lowly, and they responded, "Low." ”

Bai Junqian in the distance took a large number of leaders, and then looked at those black shadow people, their masks were very strange.

Suddenly, after they finished saying these words, they all cut their arms together, and the blood flowed out instantly, but it did not fall to the ground, but began to slowly rise with an invisible air current, and began to spread in mid-air, and finally connected into a magic circle.

Suddenly, he saw two figures walking out of the tower, one was the south wind, and the other was hidden in the shadow caused by the moonlight.

Bai Junqian's heart began to beat violently, he turned his head and hurriedly asked Chang Yuechen: "It's Lingxi, right? It's her!"

Hearing this, Chang Yuechen replied "yes", his expression was very solemn.

Suddenly, Bai Junqian couldn't wait to get closer, but Chang Yuechen stopped him, grabbed him and said, "Don't you think it's strange? The person who attacked us on the road obviously knew who we were, so he attacked us...... It is likely that the city is full of people from the south wind. ”

"So there's a good chance that all of this is just a trap. Bai Junqian calmed down a little and said.

Who knows, as soon as they finished speaking, the south wind actually sent Lingxi into the magic circle.

Lingxi, who seemed to be unconscious, was floating in mid-air, and her body twitched.

In the next moment, with a terrible scream, Lingxi's body twisted and spasmed in the magic circle, looking extremely painful.

When Bai Junqian saw this scene, he couldn't bear it anymore, and rushed over as if he had lost his mind.

However, in the faint light of the moon, Bai Junqian saw the blood that formed the magic circle splashing like a flower.

At the same moment, the red sword qi broke through the night and attacked him fiercely.

"Lingxi!"

The person who attacked Bai Junqian was the one who had just landed, and the people behind her fell to the ground one after another, except for the man with the white cloth covering his face and Nanfeng.

Lingxi looked at Bai Junqian with scarlet eyes.

Suddenly, the south wind shouted loudly: "Hurry up and control her!"

And the man with the white cloth covering his face didn't know if he took two steps back after seeing Lingxi lose control, or because of Bai Junqian's sudden approach......

Hearing this, Bai Junqian was a little stunned, judging from the breath he sensed on Lingxi's body, it didn't belong to Lingxi at all, it could be said that it was another person entirely.

"Lingxi!"

Bai Junqian approached Lingxi.

But the Lingxi who appeared in front of Bai Junqian was no longer the Lingxi he remembered, under the reflection of the bonfire, Lingxi's face was a distorted smile, and his cloudy pupils were full of anger.

The invisible momentum suddenly dispersed, and the palpitating killing intent came, sweeping in all directions.

"Lingxi!" Bai Junqian called again.

Eventually, Lingxi tilted his head slightly and muttered some words.

This at least let Bai Junqian know that this was Lingxi, and then he cast a confinement array, but Lingxi quickly escaped, jumped into the air, and attacked Bai Junqian.

Bai Junqian was stunned for a moment, but in such a short moment, Lingxi was already approaching him.

With a "bang", the two swords collided, but Bai Junqian found that Lingxi's power was terrifying.

Then Lingxi continued to attack, but Bai Junqian just avoided it and didn't want to fight Lingxi.

Suddenly, the south wind on the side shouted loudly to attract Lingxi's attention.

"......." Lingxi looked at the south wind, slowly stopped moving, and stood in place.

"Hong'er, come here!"

Nanfeng said as he attracted Lingxi with something in his hand, and Bai Junqian wanted to stop it.

But Nanfeng immediately got up with the sword, and then with an extremely fast speed, the sword attracted Lingxi to follow all the way, and Bai Junqian followed closely behind, and then they reached the tower.

Without saying a word, Nanfeng entered the tower, and so did Lingxi, and Bai Junqian followed in.

But after entering the tower, Bai Junqian found that it was like an illusion, with curtains floating around, isolating the sight behind the looming white silk, but there was no end in sight all around.

Bai Junqian walked in the white silk, calling Lingxi's name.

Suddenly, Nanfeng walked to his side, and as soon as Bai Junqian reacted, he directly stabbed him with a sword.

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