On the first day, the eerie past, as if there were countless pairs of eyes dripping with blood in the dark stone building, staring at the holy body on the ground. The gaze moves inch by inch, as if peeling off the peel. A knife cuts every piece of flesh and skin.

The next day, the horror continued, creaking and rattling, like fangs gnawing at bones.

On the third day, the space inside the stone building moved. The silent and gloomy night, the cold wind blew again, howling, and from time to time you could hear the sound of dada footsteps, the sound was very light, every sound, it involved the heart beating violently, and the whole person would shiver because of that da.

It was already midnight, and suddenly a black shadow squeezed out of the crack in the stone building, enlarged little by little, and five black nails with hooks stretched out from the black shadow, and the tips of each nail were dripping with black oil droplets, and the tiny ones reflected the black and shining light, and under the starlight, it seemed that every drop carried the toxins that killed all living things. Slowly condensed, came in an instant, and directly grabbed the throat of the holy body on the ground.

With a pop, the black claws ruthlessly clasped the neck and shin of the holy body, and tightened slightly, as if hearing the sound of bone stone breaking. The body did not move. In the black claws, staring at the eyes of the black hole, the eyes are more terrifying than the black claws in the darkness, like the pupils of death, staring at every living life in the darkness.

The black claws, shaking a few times, pulled the body that I didn't know if it was dead or alive, and flew into the stone building. The night outside was still silent and terrible, as if darkness had swallowed the holy body, and the whole courtyard became empty and quiet, and there was no more eerie wind and the terrifying sound of grinding teeth. Until the light of dawn poured into the stone tower.

The space inside the stone building moved, as if a gust of wind was blowing. A gust of wind blew. "City envoy, there is no problem with this holy body, we can accept it, the realm is lower. I don't know if Lu Dao can meet the requirements of the alliance leader."

"How can I use the divine consciousness of the Holy Friend of the Wind to peek into the divine consciousness domain of this holy body." A voice asked in surprise.

"No, his divine consciousness domain is empty, profound, boundless, and there are multiple divine consciousnesses compounded together, like holy and not holy, like insects and not insects, like demons and not demons, it is too terrifying. Every time I peep, my hair stood on end, and I felt like I was thorned in my back, and I couldn't do anything about it, I was sure that this holy body must have a powerful divine sense." The wind was whistling. With a few deep sighs.

"Then let's release it first, and wait until all the holy friends have collected it." There was calm in the stone building.

More than a month passed in a flash, and a bald saint appeared in the stone building first, sitting on the stone chair. His eyes looked anxiously at the empty space.

After a while, the spiritual light in the stone building flashed non-stop, and one by one the masked people in Tsing Yi appeared in the stone building.

The bald saint didn't wait for everyone to sit down, and his eyes swept to the saints urgently. "You've been around for more than a month. There will be a harvest".

"City envoys, there are, but they don't meet the standards required by the alliance leader. We can't do it."

"Yes, just that two hundred miles of divine consciousness. The conditions are too harsh, this is a rare requirement, and Ningcheng is scattered. There is no such saint to be found."

The bald saint's gaze sank, and his heart tightened. "Okay, everybody, try to find it, and I'll deal with that little guy first." After saying that, the bald saint didn't care about the saints, and disappeared in a flash.

One night, a few days later, the black and inky earth fell asleep, and sometimes a gust of evil wind blew gently, blowing the black woods not far away, rustling the leaves, and a black shadow carrying a black bag walked alone on the gloomy forest path, and the silence around was somewhat suffocating. Only the occasional wind regulates the silence.

Occasionally, the black shadow would stop and stand there and listen vigilantly for a while, and after hearing a few heartbeats, the black shadow flashed a terrifying and fierce light. touched the "pounding" heart, wiped the cold sweat oozing from his forehead, and moved quickly.

At dawn, a layer of white mist lingered among the trees, and a snow-white hand instantly lifted away the darkness and gradually dissolved the thin and light veil that had not been formed.

When Chaoxia's blushing face jumped out, the dense forests and mountains showed color, and the beautiful mountains were displayed in front of him.

Whoosh, the black shadow that had been walking timidly in the shadows of the jungle for a night jumped into the sky and disappeared into this space in an instant.

Half an hour later, in front of the Five Gorges Peak, a bald figure flashed. The mouth moved. Dive headlong into the canyon like the five gorges.

After a few breaths, a woman's voice rang out in the canyon. "Senior Brother Xi Ying, why are you so careful, you sweat a lot!"

"Oh, it's Senior Sister Mi, now that the entire Sacred Domain knows about it, I have to be careful. No, after walking all night on the mountain road, I dare to fly out of the dense forest at dawn." The bald saint said.

"No wonder the master is so relieved to put you in Ningcheng, you are as fine as a mouse." The woman laughed.

"Don't dare, don't dare, you have to rely on your sister to say a few more kind words in front of your master." Xi Ying said respectfully.

"The holy body has been brought, let's enter the valley quickly, the master has been waiting for you." Senior Sister Mi said with a smile.

"How many city envoys has my sister visited"?

"It's more than fifty, you're so close, it's late."

Xi Ying sighed, disappeared, and appeared in front of a grass hut after a few breaths.

I saw that there were already a lot of sages sitting outside the thatched hut, and there was a black bag next to each sage. When some saints saw Xi Ying appear, they nodded with enthusiastic eyes, which was regarded as a greeting. There are also saints and saints who don't even look at it, and close their eyes to recuperate.

Xi Ying fell in front of a middle-aged saint priest and saluted, "Senior brother, Xi Ying has arrived."

The middle-aged saint just snorted faintly.

Xi Ying walked to the path between the flowers and lawns with the bag and sat down quietly.

The people waited on the trail for two more days, until the morning of the third day. The middle-aged saint only opened his eyes. The dodge is gone.

Outside the thatched hut in the dense forest, the middle-aged saint bowed deeply to the thatched hut. "Master, the envoys of one hundred and eight cities have arrived."

"Well, let them send the holy body to the Divine Consciousness Array, and they all retreat outside the Divine Consciousness Array first." A majestic voice said.

"Yes, master". The middle-aged disciple disappeared in response.

Half an hour later, there was no one in the grass path in front of the grass house. I saw that at the end of each dense net path, there was a black bag in each.

With a click, the mouth of the black bag exploded in unison. The black fluffy hair stretched out of the bag, and a pair of frightened eyes peeked through the black hair, looking around in panic.

Strangely, every priest saw the same shadow, and the blue meadow was sandwiched with thousands of purple and red wildflowers, blue, purple, white, and colorful like an untidy carpet spread in front of the saint's eyes.

While the saints were in amazement, a majestic, ethereal, seductive voice came. "Saints, come here, the end of the road is what you need most in your life".

The frightened eyes of each saint gradually became blurred in the sound of magic, the panicked look in his eyes disappeared, greedy, cold, cunning, ferocious, evil, one by one his eyes were changing, intertwining a hundred and seven complex looks.

One by one, they stared at the front tightly, as if there was really something they needed most in their lives. Every brain flipped and swirled, and the ears echoed with screeching and ghostly voices, "Go over, get it, whoever stops you, you kill him, tear him apart, tear him apart completely".

In the magical ghostly sound, a pair of hands slowly stretched out, as if to grasp something in the distance, that thing is sometimes clear, sometimes blurred, constantly flashing between far and near, it seems to be in front of you, and the eyes fly to the sky, it seems to be very far away, but it can be touched.

Suddenly, the outstretched hand retracted as if burned, and his face turned gray, and a hazy ghost like dust and smoke seemed to be seen in his distracted gaze. Fluttering in the distance.

Whoosh, a powerful divine consciousness can be released, turning into a ruthless sword, with the roar of the wind and the cold light. The sharp blade shimmered in the sun, rolling forward like a wave, revealing a chill of killing intent, like a storm, like a thunderbolt, like lightning, in the shiver of teeth, mercilessly slashing towards the hazy ghost.

Smoke and dust-like ghosts, seem to be near and far away. Slowly turning his fluttering body, in the wind-swept black hair, his eyes were like the turbulent black sea, and the glow of flowing ice. Cold, stiff, like the eyes of a dead eye after slaughter.

Suddenly, the body floated into the distance, and instantly appeared a hundred and fifty miles away, a light shining with killing intent, passing through the space of a hundred miles, silent, sharp, like a line of lightning, swept away and flew out of the sharp sword that was fixed in the air for a hundred miles.

Then the saint who had been transformed into a sword froze like a thunderbolt from the sky, stunned, his mouth wide open, as if he had fallen asleep from a frightened dream, and his mind seemed to have turned into a stone and fell from the sky.

The two eyes went from blurry to frightened and puzzled in reality, and a wisp of blood flowed from the corner of the eye, the ear, the nose, and the mouth. The blood in his mouth, the exclamation, and the moan of weakness, let out a soft sound. "Who, who killed ......". Halfway through the confusion. The priest fell headlong to the ground.

Such divine consciousness and killing are performed on one hundred and eight paths. When each saint walked quickly to the intersection of the two paths, he would meet with another saint, and the two were only a few feet away, but they were engaged in a divine sense flesh hunt hundreds of miles away in a blurred illusion.

There is no level of realm, there is no strength of magic, only the distance of divine consciousness, whoever has strong divine consciousness will survive. Even if it is only an inch stronger, there is hope for life.

One by one, the confused, empty eyes returned to reality at the moment of the impact and collapse of the divine consciousness, but they could only be in the gray and cold eyes, the eyes were sluggish, and the brain was empty and incomprehensible, and the divine consciousness collapsed and fell at the fork in the path, a mouthful of blood flowed out of the mouth, and he was unable to shout a confused word. "Who is it, who killed me". (To be continued......)