The man in yellow, who looked the same as Zhou Cong, suddenly appeared next to Zhou Cong again, and said with a smile: "Very good!

Zhou Cong asked a little coldly, "Is your expectation to let me kill someone?"

The man in yellow said proudly: "You and I are one, and I have killed the righteous path, if you are too kind to a woman, won't it ruin my name!"

"Your name?" Zhou Cong's voice became a little sharp, and he yelled: "How do I act, what do I have to do with you, who are you?"

The man in yellow looked at him left and right, and said, "Do you see any changes in your hands?"

Only then did Zhou Cong notice that his right hand actually had a light blue six-mang formation in the palm of his right hand: "What is this?"

"That's right!" said the man in yellow and his satisfied smile, and his figure slowly blurred. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Why did the man in yellow help him? If he helped himself, why did he deliberately make himself kill more? Could it be that he had something to do with his seventh spirit? But that is, the soul, shouldn't it be formless? Zhou Cong only felt that he couldn't even think of a reason if he wanted to break his head.

Suddenly, there was a sound in my ears. The sound of the piano is like crying, but there is a faint sense of solemnity, and the sound of the piano is in the ears, and no one is seen.

Out of the dense forest, a straight road leads into the distance, and the sound of the piano is clearer, but there is still no one in sight.

"Listen!" Zhou Cong said.

Yu Ruyi said blankly: "What? You mean the sound of the piano?" Yu Ruyi looked at Zhou Cong with an incredulous face and said, "I can't hear it!"

"Can't hear it?" Zhou Cong suddenly wondered in his heart, could he be the only one who could hear the sound of the piano?

"Since you can't hear it, how do you know that I'm asking about the sound of the piano?" Zhou Cong asked.

Yu Ruyi smiled and said slowly: "Because I saw it!"

Zhou Cong raised his head suddenly, and couldn't help laughing, but he only thought about it all the way, but forgot to look at the road. On the wide road, a vermilion pavilion, in the pavilion, a man in white is playing as if no one is playing, a guqin, burning incense in front of the piano.

The sound of the piano burst out, and the sound waves, as sharp as a sword, spread out in all directions.

In front of the monks of different colors, Zhou Cong swept his eyes, and he already knew in his heart, exactly thirty-six. The thirty-six monks all had a strong aura, and there was a faint aura in the crowd that Zhou Cong intuitively felt, which made people's hearts palpitate. The crowd seemed to pay no attention to the person who played the harp, and walked with some talking and laughing. As soon as he walked into the range of the pavilion, the originally melodious sound of the piano suddenly rushed out, and the fierce aura that emanated from it seemed that the crowd didn't even have time to scream, and their heads flew into the sky with the sound of the piano and fell to the ground.

In the thirty-six chambers, blood gushed out. The blood flowed more and more, and it seemed to be endless, gushing out. There was not much time, and a river of blood was rushed out on the main road. A gust of wind blew, and in an instant, the air was monstrous, and countless headless corpses were in the river of blood, roaring incessantly. opened his teeth and claws at Zhou Cong, and his vicious posture seemed to tear Zhou Cong apart.

Sen Sen's ghostly aura condensed into a blood-red bridge above the blood river, a small bridge more than one meter wide, squeaked under the impact of the blood wave, as if it would fall at any time.

The sound of the piano was loud, the breeze was blowing on the blood river, Zhou Cong stepped onto the bridge, and suddenly the wind was raging on the blood river, and the bloodthirsty heads jumped out of the river from time to time and tore towards Zhou Cong.

Zhou Cong hurriedly dodged, threw his hand and punched, Peng! Peng! Falling in the rolling river of blood.

The shattered heads that fell in the river of blood floated in the river of blood, gathering towards the center, and a bloody and tyrannical aura pierced into the sky, and the gloomy clouds in the sky suddenly became as red as blood. Shrouded in a small blood-red bridge.

Xiaoqiao swayed instantly, if it was the previous Zhou Cong, he would definitely be unstable on his feet. But at this time, his mood was ethereal, and his body was as light as a feather. Domineering and awe-inspiring. The body is lighter than the wind, but the wind does not blow.

It seems to be a small bridge a few feet long, but it walks up. It can only be described as long. Because the river of blood, which was originally a few zhang wide, had already become a blood-colored swamp at this moment. The only difference is that there are only poisonous snakes and beasts in the swamp, but there are many ghosts in this river of blood.

Suddenly, Zhou Cong felt a cold flash behind him, and suddenly turned around to see Yu Ruyi holding the scimitar in his hand tightly with one hand, staring at the river with a pale face.

The broken heads on the surface of the river are slowly converging. In an instant, it flew again. The sharp fangs in his mouth, dripping with blood, flew towards Zhou Congyu and Ruyi with a cruel smile.

The golden mangs in Zhou Cong's body flowed, and the domineering energy ran to the extreme, breaking the sky with one punch, not to mention these evil things!

Then the heads that fell within the river of blood were merging again, like they wouldn't dissipate at all, unless...... , unless the river of blood dries up!

Zhou Cong's heart suddenly lit up, but how to dry up the river of blood?

Although Zhou Cong's cultivation is still there, after all, he is also flesh and blood, and he will be tired! Keep swinging his fists, but the floating head seems to be unable to kill or beat, and it keeps pounced.

Even if he doesn't care about himself, even if his physique is like iron, what about the jade Ruyi behind him?

Yu Ruyi's movements were a little slow, although she was still so calm, she still stubbornly waved the scimitar, but her knife was full after all.

Suddenly, a smiling head bit Yu Ruyi's fragrant shoulder, and the blood instantly flowed into the blood river. The countless demon heads floating in the blood river scrambled to open their big mouths to catch Yu Ruyi's blood! But she only frowned, and stabbed her shoulder with her backhand, cutting the demon head on her shoulder in half!

There was a bleak all around, and the red clouds seemed to be blindfolded. The yin wind of the forest, the biting cold, cold to the bottom of people's hearts. Yu Ruyi didn't seem to be able to hold on, at this time the small bridge was less than a third of the way, and he definitely couldn't leave her, because here, if he couldn't get out, it might mean staying here forever!

Yu Ruyi's face was even paler, and the scimitar in her hand was still waving, but it was full of flaws, and from time to time there were demon heads, piercing her knife shadow.

Yu Ruyi turned into a bloody person, and if it weren't for the fact that her head still grew on her body, she would be more like a demon than the heads in those blood rivers.

Zhou Cong had to protect Yu Ruyi and slowly walked back, he could only do this, he couldn't watch her go to death. But he also won't give up. To give up is to die!

"Zhou Gongzi, this river of blood seems to be the reason why the heads of these evil ghosts are immortal," Yu Ruyi said weakly.

Zhou Cong said: "I know, I'll send you back to the other side first, and then I'll find a way to get over, break this blood river, and pick you up!"

Zhou Cong put down the jade ruyi and looked at the river of blood, these strange heads seemed to be controlled by the white-clothed people on the other side, if they could contain the white-clothed people, they would definitely be able to make the heads of those evil ghosts chaotic. But who can cross the river of blood and contain the man in white?

The reason why these demon heads are immortal is this river of blood, and if the river of blood dries up, it can pass through! But how can it be that the river of blood is dry?

Zhou Cong smiled, he suddenly had a way!