"Ah—bitch! Bitch!"
The roar of fury filled the entire dark sanctuary.
The dark sanctuary was in turmoil.
The surrounding air, also at this moment, seemed to be condensed by Xuanyin Qi.
In the air, streams of air tainted with mysterious yin qi continuously lingered and spread around.
Ye Qingluo's breathing gradually became a little laborious.
The Dark Lord is angry.
Completely angry.
Ye Qingluo slowed down her breathing, narrowed her charming eyes slowly, and stared at the air flow around her that was permeated with mysterious yin.
Instead, she showed a "sure enough" smile.
The more angry the king of darkness became, the more furious he became.
It also means that her act of breaking through the Wannian Thin Frost was a huge blow to the Dark Lord.
Ye Qingluo's gaze fell on Wannian Baoshuang's cracks that were full of fine cracks.
She took a step forward.
Another soul lamp was thrown from her hand.
Just a light toss.
The palm-sized lamp of the soul fell in the center of Thin Frost.
There was a "click".
The Wannian thin frost suddenly shattered.
The deep pit, which occupies two-thirds of the area of the dark sanctuary, was completely presented in front of Ye Qingluo.
That... is a pool of blood.
A pool of blood exuding a strong bloody smell.
Even more frightening is...
In that huge pool of blood, corpses were soaked one after another.
Above the head of each corpse, there is a layer of transparent air bubbles the size of a fist.
The moment when the ten-thousand-year thin frost cracked.
The transparent bubbles immediately separated from the heads of the corpses and rushed out.
One by one, the transparent bubbles enveloped the entire eaves of the dark sanctuary in an instant.
Layer upon layer.
It's so densely packed that you'll feel terrified at first glance.
Not to mention, there are tens of thousands of transparent bubbles.
And at the same time when the bubbles left the corpse.
The corpses in the blood pool suddenly turned into pools of blood.
After a while, the corpses piled up in the pool of blood disappeared.
The blood in the blood pool obviously spread a little upwards.
In this scene, Rao Ye Qingluo, there is a feeling of scalp numbness.
She raised her head and looked at the densely packed transparent bubbles floating on the eaves, full of doubts.
"That is the soul of these profound practitioners."
The old man Cang made a sound in time to solve Ye Qingluo's confusion.
soul
Those transparent bubbles are souls
"These souls should be the sacrifices that the dark forces are preparing to give to the Lord of Darkness as food."
"Use dark spells to extract the souls of the boys and girls, and then use ten thousand years of thin frost to seal their bodies and souls in the pool of blood."
"You shattered the Wannian Thin Frost with the soul lamp, and the souls of these profound practitioners all escaped."
Ye Qingluo listened, the coldness in his eyes became more and more awe-inspiring.
The dark forces are really ruthless.
Unexpectedly, in such a way, the sacrifice dedicated to the Lord of Darkness was stored.
It is too cruel!
these souls...
All offerings to the Lord of Darkness, the source of food.
It's no wonder that when she destroyed Wannian Frost, the Dark Lord's mood was so irritable.
Ah…
She is going to destroy the hope of the Lord of Darkness waking up.
It is to destroy the hope of the Lord of Darkness to unlock the seal.
She wants to completely let the king of darkness fall into the seal!
Ye Qingluo's eyes flickered, and his figure flickered suddenly.
People are already standing at the gate of the dark sanctuary palace.
She recalled just now, how Pharaoh Crane opened the palace gate.
"Stop! You stop this king!"
Accompanied by the hysteria of the king of darkness, the mysterious yin aura in the huge palace made the surrounding air colder and colder.
Even the twisted corpse on the ground flew out with the strong wind.