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Because the voice appeared too suddenly, Wu Wei couldn't help but be startled. , latest chapter access:. 。 Ever since he became a ghost, he only remembers that he has always been scaring people, not being scared.

He had already seen that the person who came was a Protoss boy.

At the moment when the boy appeared, Wu Wei had a sense of trance, as if he had met the same kind, and the breath that came from the young man was very strange, suddenly belonging to the 'yin' and yang masters of the god clan, and suddenly it was a thick dead qi containing 'essence' and pure 'yin' qi.

"Who are you, a human or a ghost?" Wu Wei suddenly jumped to the side to keep a safe distance, and quickly took out a knife-shaped artifact, asking vigilantly.

Maybe it's a matter of martial arts, it's a little ridiculous. Or maybe his artifact, it's a little weird. Qingmo didn't answer, but stared at his hand with a smile that seemed to be not a smile.

"Who the hell are you? Otherwise, don't blame Wu for being unkind. "Wu Wei was stared at by Qingmo and his whole body was hairy, and he shook the one in his hand that was five or six feet long, with a two-inch wide blade on the front and a large knife with serrated teeth on the back.

"Ling Chenbu Qingmo!Protoss!" There was a coldness in this low voice, which at first glance did not sound like it came from the throat, but rather squeezed out of the teeth.

Qing Mo's brief answer, instead of bringing Wu Wei the slightest sense of security, only added to the panic in his heart, his face was hideous, he held the big knife in both hands, and did not say hello to the other party, but almost sneak attack, slashing towards the 'door' of the house.

The broadsword slashed through the air, causing an even darker light and shadow to appear in the night.

In the face of Wu Wei's attack, Qing Mo's expression did not change in any way, but around his body, a 'yin' wind blew inexplicably, which made Wu Wei suspicious again. With the help of the 'yin' wind, he took a step towards the house, dodging the sword.

Wu Wei held a knife in both hands, and after a slight hesitation, he planned to attack again.

At this time, he suddenly heard a strange sound coming from the other party's mouth. This sound contains the vicissitudes of ancient times, like murmuring, and 'chanting' singing. In the blink of an eye, there was a sharp pain in his soul, as if it was about to be torn apart.

Wu Wei felt in horror that his soul core had shattered. As the soul body subconsciously regressed, he decisively took out a piece of 'Yin' talisman and immediately 'stimulated' it. His soul was like a block of ice thrown into the crater, and it instantly turned into a large mist.

The gray 'colored' mist quickly expanded and filled the entire wooden house, and some of it overflowed from the 'door' to the outside of the house. This part of the overflowing mist seemed to have a great magnetic force, causing the mist in the room to quickly converge and re-condense into the appearance of martial fear.

Wu Wei who escaped was already a frightened bird, and he didn't even notice that Qing Mo's eyes were blank, standing motionless in the wooden house, as if he had lost his soul. He quickly took the direction and fled towards the middle of Shiling Chen's department, where he felt a few familiar breaths.

It wasn't until Wu Wei fled away that there was a hint of agility in Qingmo's eyes.

He looked back at the outside of the house, and instead of chasing Wu Wei, he walked towards the statue in the center of the room. However, when he was still a foot away from the statue, where the two skeletons were seated, an invisible force came from the statue, making it impossible for him to get close to it again. This invisible force was as thick as a mountain, and he couldn't resist it in the slightest.

Qingmo was stunned for a moment, and suddenly spat out a drop of blood in front of her. When this drop of blood entered the invisible force, it immediately 'drawn' blood from its surface.

The blood was like silk, and soon filled the space around the statue. From a distance, it looks like a transparent blood cocoon, completely enclosing the statue in the center.

Seeing this, Qingmo took another step forward towards the statue.

This time, the invisible force in front of him did not appear again, and he easily came to its side. Looking up at the statue that was not angry and arrogant, he lost consciousness again.

After a moment, a struggling appeared on Qingmo's face.

As the struggle gradually calmed down, it was quickly replaced by a thick 'color' of awe, and without any hesitation, he spat out a drop of blood again. However, when the blood came into contact with the statue, it quickly melted into its body, and after that, there was no reaction.

Qingmo's somewhat stiff face showed a wry smile. Suddenly, he looked back in surprise in the direction of the exit of the hut, then quickly sat down cross-legged and slowly closed his eyes. At this moment, Qingmo is like a corpse, and there is no trace of vitality on it. As the blood cocoon vanished, he, like the two corpses, was repelled by the invisible force.

Shortly thereafter, three more people came to the wooden house, it was Tuku, Mozuo and Jiuli, who had been frightened by Fang Yongsheng and the other meditation unions not long ago. However, if you strictly count it, there are actually four people who came to the wooden house, because Mozo still has a baby in his arms.

After entering the wooden house, the three of them simply exchanged a few words, and Jiuli immediately went to guard the 'door', while Tuku and Mozuo walked quickly to the statue, and with a glowing stone in Tuku's hand, they saw Qingmo and the two corpses sitting in front of the statue at a glance.

"Hey, this man is a little familiar, and it seems that he has only been dead for a short time. Tuku glanced at Qingmo, and after being surprised, he asked puzzledly: "Mo Zuo, this young master heard that only the priests of the Ling Chen Department are qualified to sacrifice the sacrificial soul liquid, how did they arrange a young man?"

"This ...... The subordinates don't know much either. This young man was a 'yin' and yang master before his death, and he may be the next priest chosen by Qingzhi. Mozo replied uncertainly.

"Forget it, it's just a dead man. Whether he is the priestly heir or not has nothing to do with us. Tuku waved his hand and sneered: "To be able to get this opportunity, thanks to those invading meditation cultivators, if it weren't for them, this young master would have to spend some effort." ”

"The young master is wise, thinking of this layer, if he is replaced by a subordinate and Jiuli, I am afraid that he will really have to go back to the 'jade' Kunbu. In this way, as long as it is not discovered by Ling Buchen's people, they will never think that we will return and take the soul sacrifice liquid. Mozuo smiled.

"Don't waste time! Now Qingzhi and the others are dealing with those meditation cultivators, and they can't get here, once they find out that someone is taking the sacrificial soul liquid, they will inevitably give up those secret treasures, if this idol is 'excited', we will lose this opportunity. Gallery urged.

"Yes!" Mozuo also understood that the matter could not be delayed, so he hurriedly took out a dagger, lightly scratched it on the baby's finger, and then, with his finger, squeezed out a drop of blood.

Since the baby has already been 'dizzy' by them, it is natural that he will not cry.

Mozuo picked up the drop of blood with the tip of his dagger and threw it in front of the statue. Suddenly, what Qing Mo had encountered happened, and the statue was gradually surrounded by a transparent blood cocoon.

Seeing this, Tuku and Mozuo walked into it one after another.

When they reached the statue, Mozo again squeezed a drop of blood from the baby's finger. Then, as he did, he picked it up with a dagger and threw it at the statue.

After the statue attracts blood, it does not immediately change.

"Mozo, you're sure this baby hasn't used the Soul Sacrifice Liquid. Gallery frowned.

"Definitely not, the newborn clansmen of the Ling Chen Department are generally after one year old, and the priest in the clan will preside over the ceremony, and the idol will give a drop of sacrificial soul liquid, this baby is obviously not yet a year old, and the young master will wait for a while. Mozuo said solemnly.

Almost as soon as his words fell, a faint layer of blood suddenly appeared on the surface of the statue. In the darkness, compared to the outer layer of the blood cocoon, this blood light is even more eerie.

Seeing this, both Tuku and Mozuo 'revealed' their 'excited' 'colors' on their faces.

The intensity of the blood light soon reached an extreme, and some of them even overflowed the wooden house, which would inevitably attract the attention of the high-level of Ling Chen's department, but the two of them still looked at the head of the statue nervously as if they hadn't seen it. At this time, a blood-red light spot appeared at the center of his eyebrows. It seems to have a strong attraction, so that the blood light emitted by the statue converges towards it.

It didn't take long for the blood-red light spots to dim, revealing the dark red 'colored' blood droplets inside.

When all the blood light around the statue disappeared, the dark red 'colored' blood droplet had become like a black 'hole' that could attract all the light, and even when Tuku and Mozuo looked up at it, they had the illusion that even their souls were going to be devoured.

"This is the Soul Sacrifice Liquid?!"

Mozuo muttered, his expression became extremely complicated, and deep in his heart, there was a strong desire to swallow it, but it was very clear that he did not have this qualification.

After the ecstasy of the gallery, the 'desire' will be put away. However, without warning, a black shadow jumped up from diagonally below, snatching the drop of soul sacrificial liquid into his hand before he did.

At the same time, in the direction of the exit of the wooden house, Jiuli suddenly let out a loud roar and threw a punch outside the house, and then, he let out another strange scream and hurriedly withdrew his fist.

At this time, his arm was stained with some blue and white 'colored' flames.

Those flames didn't seem to have a temperature, but instead carried a chilling meaning, but it made Jiuli feel as if he had encountered a snake and scorpion, and when he retreated, he shook his hand again and again to shake it off.

Taking advantage of this gap, he snatched the black shadow of the soul sacrifice liquid and quickly rushed out of the wooden house. Under the illumination of the glowing stone, its figure was clearly 'revealed', which was the dead green foam.

Qingmo's cultivation is far inferior to the three of them. If it weren't for the right timing, so that the three of them didn't have time to stop it, he wouldn't have been able to leave the cabin safely.

This series of accidents made the three Protoss stunned for a moment, and when they came to their senses, Tuku's eyes seemed to be 'desire' to breathe fire, and they chased them out first. Mozo and Kuri were equally furious, and they hurried after the outside of the hut for fear that the gallery would be lost.

As for the baby, he had been left in the hut by Mozo.

Later, all three of them saw that when Qingmo rushed to a dark shadow, it suddenly disappeared. And this black shadow, they had all seen before, was the meditation that broke the first cold qi that day.

"'Hand' over the sacrificial soul liquid, spare you from death!"

For this meditation, the gallery is a little incomprehensible, and it is precisely because of the unknown that he will be afraid, he did not make a move immediately, but threatened, waiting for Mozuo and Jiuli. --63541+dsuaahhh+25507662--&

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