The Demonic Holy Mountain is lit up with bright runes, and the entire mountain is glowing.
Jun Wuxie dragged the young king of the Sea Snake clan through the wide canyon and arrived at the mountain.
In the hazy mist, an ancient altar was built under a cliff.
Some strange runes lit up on the altar, making the atmosphere here become a bit eerie.
There is an ancient and strange melody between the heaven and the earth here, as if someone is singing in an incomprehensible language, or reciting a spell, but the sound is very pleasant, but it makes people feel weird.
"Is this the language of the demon tribe? Did a demon tribe woman sing here back then, and was the sound reproduced by the scene here?"
Jun Wuxie felt inexplicably terrified.
It's foggy here, and the altar in front is not clear. You can only faintly see the runes on it shining with brilliance.
"What is this place?"
The young king of the Sea Snake Tribe screamed, feeling the cold atmosphere here, his face was full of fear.
"Let me go, let me out, let me out!"
His voice became more and more frightened, as if he was being dragged towards hell, and his pupils were dilating rapidly.
Jun Wuxie looked down at him, and then threw it forward without any hesitation.
The young king fell into the mist and suddenly let out a frightened and shrill scream.
"Don't come over, ah!! Don't come over!"
He struggled in the fog, his pupils almost dilated to the extreme, as if he had been greatly frightened.
He struggled wildly, as if he was possessed by something.
Jun Wuxie's pupils shrank slightly.
He saw black hairs breaking through the skin on the surface of the young king of the Sea Serpent Tribe, growing wildly.
Both his face and body were instantly covered with black hair.
He screamed and struggled wildly. The facial features on his face became extremely ferocious and distorted, and his bloodshot eyes were dripping with blood. He looked extremely terrifying!
"Qingcheng!"
Jun Wuxie shouted into the mist ahead, but received no response.
Between heaven and earth, there were only the frightened screams of the young king of the Sea Serpent Tribe and the strange singing voice that sounded like a spell.
"Qingcheng!"
He shouted again, his heart sinking.
I was secretly annoyed at myself for letting her go into the mountain alone!
The atmosphere here is cold and strange, but it is definitely not the darkest atmosphere!
This is clearly the burial place of the Demon Saint, how could it be like this?
He moved forward cautiously, walking in the hazy fog, feeling that there seemed to be something floating around, but he saw nothing when he opened the original true pupil.
Moreover, his semi-saint-level soul was actually unable to determine whether it was his illusion or real perception.
When he came to the young king of the Sea Serpent Tribe, this guy was already bleeding from all his orifices and covered in black hair. Except for his eyes, all his skin was covered by black hair. He looked like a ferocious monster.
He scratched his face, neck, and chest crazily, and black-red blood oozed out from his broken skin. The aura it gave off made people feel as if they were about to fall into the abyss and lose all light...
Seeing such a scene, Jun Wuxie immediately gathered his soul power. His whole soul shone brightly, guarding the sea of consciousness. The golden blood in his body surged and covered every inch of his skin.
He moved on.
The weird singing voice became clearer and clearer, echoing in my ears.
The fog ahead gradually dispersed, all the way to the glowing altar.
When the fog on the altar cleared, his pupils shrank violently.
He saw Yan Qingcheng!
She was in the center of the altar, wearing ancient clothes, with bell-like ornaments hanging around her neck. Her hair was full of purple hair, and her purple pupils were shining with a strange light.
What surprised him the most was that Yan Qingcheng was actually dancing. Her dance was very strange, and every movement showed the ultimate flexibility of her body.
Her dance movements were slow, weird, but extremely graceful.
On both sides of her body, there were two slender skeletons, dancing with her in exactly the same movements.
Behind her, directly above the altar, there was a bronze coffin, which was only about three meters long and not very big.
But the shape of the coffin is very strange. It is engraved with patterns of women dancing, and pictures of women taking out their hearts and holding them to their mouths, as if they are about to eat them alive.
The lid of the coffin is not an ordinary lid. It is shaped like a house and is made of bronze cast into the shape of rows of tiles.
He saw that every time Yan Qingcheng danced, she would turn around and bow to the coffin.
There was a picture on the coffin that lit up with a faint green light. The dancing woman in the picture seemed to come to life. She moved and danced on the carved picture.
"Yan Qingcheng!"
Jun Wuxie felt a sense of horror in his heart. This was really weird, but he couldn't figure out what was going on.
If Yan Qingcheng had received some kind of inheritance and was performing a special ritual, interrupting it by herself might lead to serious consequences.
Yan Qingcheng did not respond to him, as if she did not see him coming at all.
Her eyes were very magical and pious, as if the dance at this moment was the most solemn and sacred movement in the world.
The atmosphere here seems to be even colder.
Jun Wuxie had a feeling, as if there were a pair of invisible eyes staring at him, which made him feel uncomfortable, with goose bumps and hair standing on end.
"Should I wait or should I interrupt her?"
Jun Wuxie was a little unsure. He opened his Yuanshi True Eyes and stared at the altar.
No matter how you look at it, you feel that Yan Qingcheng's state is too strange.
She seems to be unconscious? Otherwise, how could there be no reaction at all to his arrival?
good! Her sense of self was completely lost!
Thinking of this, Jun Wuxie shouted: "Qingcheng, wake up!"
Golden blood rushed out of the throat, turned into a golden dragon, and rushed towards the altar with a roar.
At this moment, the slender skeletons dancing with her on both sides of Yan Qingcheng rushed down the altar and started to dance strangely towards Jun Wuxie.
Suddenly, the sky was filled with shadows, and he felt a terrifying will crazily impacting his sea of consciousness and his soul.
Uh-huh!
A flash of light, like a blade, was extremely sharp, cutting through the void and cutting off his head.
Jun Wuxie swung his fist to meet the attack, and the blood and energy in his body surged out with a bang, as if he had hit a physical weapon.
The dim light collapsed, and some golden blood spattered from his fist, which was cut open.
His heart sank, this kind of attack power was really terrifying!
At this time, the dance movements of the two slender female skeletons gradually accelerated.
In the process of dancing, their bodies kept flashing, but there was no trace to be found. Shadows of their love dancing were everywhere, making it difficult to distinguish the true from the false.
The rays of light cut and slashed, coming at extremely cunning angles, like an antelope hanging its horns, with no trace to be found, and it was extremely dangerous and strange.
"No matter what you are, if you dare to touch my woman, you will pay the price today!"
Jun Wuxie's body trembled, and a circle of golden blood enveloped his body. The Yuanshi Sword was in his hand, and the sword energy was crisscrossing and clanging in his ears, cutting off all the incoming ghostly light in the air.
In close combat, he has amazing reaction speed and combat skills.
No matter how cunning the attacks of the two skeletons were, they were all wiped out by his sword energy.
Suddenly, one of the skeletons bent its entire body during the dance, and then jumped forward.
There was a bang.
The skeleton was illuminated with strange runes, and it actually broke away from his sword energy. Jun Wuxie's pupils shrank slightly, she sheathed her sword in front of her, and at the same time, she punched the second charging skeleton.
boom!
The skeleton's offensive was wiped out by the vision of the Seven Killing Fist, and then was repulsed by the fist seal. Although the skeleton that rushed in front of him was blocked by the Yuanshi Sword Tire, the huge impact still made his feet slide against the ground for more than ten meters, drawing two deep grooves on the ground.
"Master, what happened?"
The fire dragon heard the noise outside and rushed to the mountain, shouting at a loud voice.
When it saw the scene here and the picture on the altar clearly, the two dragon eyes shrank violently, screamed, turned around and ran away.
"Witch Wu, that's Wu Wu! There's a great witch buried in that coffin!"
Its voice was full of fear, its huge dragon body was extremely flexible, and it disappeared like a fiery rainbow in an instant.
Jun Wuxie: ...
He wanted to kick it to death. Why did that guy become so timid?
I remember it wasn't like this before. Ever since I saw Suzaku, things have changed. Could it be that I was scared out of my wits by Suzaku?
At this time, the two skeletons attacked again.
"Great witch?"
He didn't have time to think too much and stepped forward to meet him.
The moment you step out, a long river of time flows, and the atmosphere of the world of mortals billows.
In the world of mortals, three thousand floating worlds, all kinds of visions appeared, rushing forward with his pace.
At the same time, the Yuanshi sword embryo in his hand was filled with shocking killing power.
The sword embryo holds a sword flower, showing a terrifying scene of killing immortals and killing Buddhas.
The Zhuxian Sword Qi is powerful and extremely sharp. With one sword, it can cut off the skeleton that is resisting the passage of time.
Almost at the same time, he struck out with another sword, and the second skeleton was shattered under the light of the sword.
Bang!
On the altar, the bronze coffin trembled slightly, and black-red blood flowed out of it, flowing out like a waterfall and flowing down the altar. When it came into contact with the chopped skeletons, the skeletons reorganized at an alarming speed.
"The sun's essence fire burns all things!"
Jun Wuxie stepped forward, opened his palms, and a true sun lotus emerged. Two great suns rose and fell, and the essence fire poured out, drowning the reorganizing skeleton.
But those skeletons didn't seem to be affected much. They were still reorganizing and were about to be reorganized.
"The fire of the art of war, fusion!"
Jun Wuxie immediately condensed the ice and fire and forcibly merged into the sun essence fire.
Suddenly, the skeletons let out shrill screams and struggled wildly in the sea of fire. Most of their reorganized bodies scattered again and fell to the ground.
The crystal-clear jade bones gradually lost their luster and turned into a decaying gray-black color.
"Your life is my life, your heart is my heart, your eyes are my eyes..."
A strange and evil voice came out from the coffin. For a moment, Jun Wuxie's body was shaken violently. He felt an extremely evil aura growing in his heart, which made him feel fear involuntarily, and he was covered in cold sweat. .
Black and red blood surged to Jun Wuxie's feet, as if his hands were grabbing his ankles and rushing towards his body.
His body immediately burned with sun essence fire and military fire, and the blood immediately shrank back.
Boom!
Jun Wuxie flicked his sleeves, and the flames surged forward, chasing the blood and burning all the way to the coffin.
He jumped down on the altar and hugged Yan Qingcheng, who was still dancing, into his arms.
Almost at the same time, he felt a tingling sensation in his brain, an evil will crazily intruding into his sea of consciousness, and his heart suddenly hurt, as if it was pinched hard by an invisible hand, almost bursting.
He quickly stepped back from the altar and stared at the bronze coffin in horror, his body trembling slightly.
An uncontrollable feeling of fear arose in his heart. The aura was so evil that he couldn't control his mind.
At this moment, he felt that his life was passing by, his heart felt like it was being pulled out of his chest, and his eyes began to bulge out of their sockets.
The evil female voice sounded in my ears again: "Your life is my life, your heart is my heart, your eyes are my eyes..."
This feeling is so terrifying, as if my life, heart, and eyes are being forcibly taken away from me and are about to leave me.
He did not dare to hesitate, hugging Yan Qingcheng and flying back at high speed until he reached the mouth of the canyon, and then the feeling slowly disappeared.
"What the hell is that?"
He was sweating like rain, panting heavily, and his face was covered with sweat.
My heart and eyes were still feeling a little uncomfortable at this moment.
"My heart is Yao'er's divine heart, and I can't bear it!"
He realized how terrible the contents of the coffin were.
How could there be such a thing in the demon tribe's territory?
Moreover, this is the burial place of the Demon Saint, so why is there a Witch Clan coffin?
He glanced at the coffin on the altar in surprise, took a deep breath, looked at Yan Qingcheng in his arms, and said, "Are you okay?"
Yan Qingcheng seemed to wake up. She stood on tiptoes, rubbed her beautiful face against Jun Wuxie's, and said in a charming voice, "I'm fine~"
"It's okay."
Jun Wuxie looked down at her eyes and face, and the corners of her eyes twitched slightly.
"You take a rest and wait for me."
He said, pointed at Yan Qingcheng, sealed her Qi, and said softly: "You must be tired, sit down and rest for a while."
"Don't leave me..."
She had a look of resentment and fear on her face.
"Don't think too much, I'm just letting you take a break. I'll be back soon."
Jun Wuxie kissed her on the head, then took a deep breath, opened the defensive shield, rushed towards the foggy area like a stream of light, and landed on the altar in an instant.
Suddenly, that feeling came again.
It seems that the defensive shield has no effect.
He still felt that his life was being taken away, his heart and eyeballs were in severe pain, and he was about to leave his body. The extremely evil female voice sounded in his ears again.
"You want my life, my heart, my eyes? Don't worry, I will make you so satisfied that you say no!"
Jun Wuxie sneered, endured the pain forcefully, and instantly opened the Temple of Eternal Life.
Suddenly, the entire coffin shook violently, countless strange runes lit up on it, the ground cracked, and the coffin sank rapidly.
However, at this moment, an irresistible force instantly wrapped the bronze coffin and disappeared into thin air.
Jun Wuxie immediately closed the Temple of Eternal Life.
He looked at the coffin in the temple and sneered in his heart.
No matter how evil you are, no matter what tricks you have, you will have to lie down for me when you get here!
Sure enough, after being admitted to the Temple of Eternal Life, the bronze coffin instantly became quiet and quiet. All the runes on it were extinguished, and not even a trace of breath escaped.
