The night in southern Xinjiang is darker, but the two people in the forbidden area have no way of knowing.
Because they have abandoned the perception of the passage of time and focused all their energy on what to do next.
Murong Yin returned to his usual indifferent expression, and recited passages of obscure content in his mouth.
Murong Jing had no intention of understanding whether the great achievements of those ancestors were recorded in this content, but her mood gradually became a bit peaceful and solemn in the silence, and even her thinking gradually became slower.
"Well."
Murong Yin snorted softly, his expression extremely painful.
The black robe on his body moved automatically without any wind. When it floated back, you could see countless tiny blood drops seeping out from his back, and was sucked into the altar in an instant.
The dim runes on the altar quickly lit up, drawing bright red blood lines that quickly spread from under Murong Yin's body to the entire altar.
An obscure and majestic aura suddenly descended on the altar, bringing a pressure that was dozens of times stronger than when Murong Jing was walked into the aisle, and also made her quickly escape from the tranquil and sluggish mood.
Her slender eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and she immediately activated the Nine Heavens Nether Flame Technique to resist the rejection that Murong Yin had expected.
On the edge of the altar, the gems that seemed to be just for decoration also shimmered at this time. Every time a stone lit up, a mysterious and magnificent aura was poured into Murong Yin's body.
This process lasted for a long time. Every time a new gem lit up, the mask on Murong Yin's face would change. While revealing different blurred faces, the aura on his body became more and more unfamiliar and increasingly strange. powerful.
After the fourth gem lit up, Murong Yin screamed and stood up directly with his hands on his face.
It seemed that he could no longer endure the pain of this initiation, so he left the altar without reminding Murong Jing.
Murong Jing sensed something was wrong and was about to leave immediately, but the ritual of instilling power did not end. After losing the target of Murong Yin, the obscure and majestic aura only stagnated for a moment, and then poured into Murong Jing's body. , making her freeze in place.
"you!"
The energy in Murong Jing's body surged, her black hair was swaying, and her shoulders were shaking. While resisting the impact with incomparable strength, she looked at Murong Yin and only asked one word.
Murong Yin had already stood in front of the door of the stone room where Murong Yun was.
His shoulders were undulating, and when he saw that Murong Jing was actually resisting, his eyes were mixed with a few obscure and complex emotions, and he said sincerely: "I have reached the limit of what I can bear, and now I need you to transfer your power to me through the mask. Be careful with my mask!"
Although there was a reminder in Murong Yin's words, he did not give Murong Jing any time to react and adjust.
He stood upright facing Murong Yin, who was unable to move on the altar. As he made gestures with his hands in front of him, the mask on his face once again revealed its outline, and flames were seen within it, which soon melted. A mask exactly like Murong Jing's face!
"you."
Murong Jing narrowed her eyes and looked at Murong Yin with cold disappointment.
The mask on her face was getting hotter and hotter, as if it was about to grow with her face. Moreover, this searing pain that seemed to be able to burn everything to white was no longer limited to her body. It began to rush into the depths of her sea of consciousness with arrogance, trying to make her unable to think or resist.
An extremely tenacious connection has been created between the two masks. Under the hot pain, Murong Jing's heart became colder and colder.
She doesn't want to spend all her time trying to find out the answers to old things, because she thinks it's too hard to hate someone. But looking back not long ago, she can see how she was hurt bit by bit, but in the end it's Jean felt extremely sad, and then extremely angry.
Murong Yin was looked at by such eyes that were extremely sad and angry. Even with a mask, his pair of abyssal eyes still showed a hint of trance.
"I haven't lied to you until now."
When Murong Yin finished speaking, the black robe he was wearing also fell to the ground, revealing his small body, which had already been soaked with a layer of blood.
Murong Jing lowered her eyebrows, already guessing what Murong Yin was planning to do, and started to stick to her heart.
Murong Yin paused for a few breaths and said in a very serious tone: "The power on the altar is a hundred times more powerful than that forbidden passage. If you don't choose to let go of your guard now, when your true energy is exhausted, The huge force pouring down will crush you into a puddle of flesh and blood, and all your blood will be swallowed up by the altar."
A trace of blood had left from the gap in the mask to Murong Jing's white chin.
Murong Jing's voice was full of disdain, "Is this your threat?"
Murong Yin said in a deep voice: "This is not a threat, but a reminder. If you insist on having your own way, let alone opening the stone chamber, you will die tonight."
Murong Yin is still talking about opening the stone chamber. Murong Jing looked at him for the first time, looked at him with disgust, then lowered his head and said nothing.
Obviously, Murong Yin probably learned the secret technique of controlling all masks. When Murong Yin put on "Murong" and exerted full influence, the "Suzaku" on her face became something completely unfamiliar. It was difficult for her to take off the mask, so she had to find a chance to escape from here.
After a period of suppressed silence, it was discovered that Murong Jing's defense had not yet been broken through and the Taoist bond was replanted in her Taoist heart. Murongyin's mood finally became uncontrollably depressed. His eyes were deep and cold and he warned: "This is not you. When you lose your temper, the more you delay for a breath, the more dangerous you will be. As long as you let go of your guard, I guarantee that you will not be in any danger, and you will still be you!"
Murong Jing remained silent, but the blood flowing from the edge of the mask had dyed her collar extremely brightly.
At this moment, Murong Yin's murderous intention towards someone reached its peak. Cause and effect were spinning around. His intuition told him that it was precisely because of Mu Qing's existence that Murong Jing became the irrational person he is now.
"You know I won't kill you. You are the pride I cultivated, so are you planning to force me to death now?"
Murong Jing was still silent.
The aura on Murong Yin's body suddenly became violent, and an aura of the peak of the early stage of transcendence filled the entire forbidden area. He took two steps towards the altar, leaving two bloody footprints on the ground, and his voice returned to its previous indifference, saying : "You have disappointed me so much. As a man, you are worth giving up everything, including your life, right?"
"I can promise you that as long as Mu Qing can withstand Baidi City's counterattack, Hidden Valley will do its best to support him in the future, how about that?"
There was a rare hint of pleading in Murong Yin's cold voice. Murong Jing was in a daze for a while, but she could no longer tell whether it was his true feelings or his disguise.
"Do you still remember what you just said?" Murong Jing asked in a low voice.
"What?"
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