Another entrance to the valley.
The passage was unexpectedly long, and several people walked for a long time without seeing the end.
Fortunately, they kept Sangzhu's arrangement in mind and acted cautiously, and nothing happened.
"Brother Xu, is there something wrong?"
One person in the team spoke, and the rest showed concern. They wouldn't trust Sangzhu completely, but the situation forced them.
The cultivator Xu surnamed Xu had done a lot of research on the forbidden formation, and after hearing the words, he thought about it, and said, "To tell you the truth, this great formation formed by the mist of Huangquan implies the principle of the yin and yang cycle of heaven and earth. I can only see a few points, but right now As you can see, it should be fine."
Everyone's faces were slightly loose. In fact, they had known this for a long time. Just listening to the monk surnamed Xu said it again would give some psychological comfort.
At this moment, a loud noise suddenly sounded above the heads of several people, like thunder in the daytime.
The scene in front of him suddenly distorted.
Cultivator Xu shouted, "No, this passage is going to be closed, let's get out!"
Everyone turned around and ran away, but it was too late, and the broken space swallowed them in one bite.
…
in the third channel.
The ground dissolved and turned into a tumbling crimson liquid, which rose in strands, seemingly small and weak, but had an extremely terrifying tenacity.
They are like some kind of well-developed root system, and despite the desperate resistance of several monks, they still crawled all over their bodies tenaciously and persistently.
Then forcefully contracted, pulling these monks into the crimson liquid, and after a burst of dense bubbles emerged, they completely disappeared from sight.
…
Fourth channel.
A group of people were trapped in the fog, looking terrified. Fortunately, as long as they didn't move, the black fog would stop moving.
Although there was no danger for a while, the unknown waiting and fear still made them suffer.
Not far from the few people, Sangzhu's face appeared in the black mist, her eyes fell on them coldly, and disappeared after a while.
From the beginning to the end, these people did not realize that the arrival of Sangzhu, let alone just now, they had brushed past death.
Of course, letting them go is not because she is soft-hearted. Sangzhu is not sure that the sacrifice she has prepared can achieve her goal without fail.
Leaving them is a bait. If there are not enough sacrifices, these people can be used to attract more monks. Deep in the valley, shrouded in endless black mist, a blood-colored cocoon was beating like a heart.
On its surface, countless bloodshots were drilled, intertwined with each other to form tentacles.
At the tip of each tentacle, there is a translucent bubble, and a monk is wrapped in the bubble.
If you feel carefully, you will find that the monks in these bubbles are weakening at a slow rate.
Because all their vitality is being plundered and transported into the blood-colored cocoon.
Suddenly, the black fog rolled over, and Sangzhu stepped out, her eyes swept over the scene in front of her indifferently, and she stepped lightly on her feet.
The next moment, a vortex appeared on the ground, and the monks in the three passages were unconscious, and they emerged from it one by one.
The beating frequency of the blood-colored cocoon suddenly accelerated, and it seemed to be very excited. The next moment more bloodshots grew out, intertwined and quickly extended out, dragging the monks away.
Those bloodshots penetrated under their scalps, and the unconscious monks twitched violently, and immediately fell silent.
Immediately afterwards, the transparent bubbles slowly opened, completely wrapping them.
Sang Zhu's face changed slightly, her eyes were bone-chilling, because there was one person missing... Xunfeng!
Taking a deep breath, pressing the rolling mood, she closed her eyes, and the quiet black mist around her suddenly rolled.
rumbling—
The momentum is mighty, like the roar of the river!
Unfortunately it was all in vain.
In the black mist tumbling like boiling water, Qin Yu was like a shadow, unaffected by it at all.
Looking up, you can clearly see that Sang Zhu's face is getting more and more gloomy at the moment.
"Indestructible, she is already suspicious."
Even if Ling has a plan, it is best to hide in the dark. Once detected, the effect will be greatly reduced.
Immortal said lightly: "Master, don't worry, at this stage, she has no choice, you can see it when you look at it."
Swah—
Sangzhu opened her eyes, her heart was full of horror and anger, because she was very careful about the future fate, but she didn't expect a big mistake at the critical moment.
There was a big living person, but he actually disappeared... Inside the long sleeves, Bai Jing clenched his fists with five fingers, and Sang Zhu's eyes drooped slightly and his thoughts turned quickly.
After a long while, she let out a long breath, her eyes extremely cold.
No one can escape from here, even if she can't find it now, when she resurrects the evil spirit and refines it into her body, everything will be brought back to her eyes.
As for whether the wind will cause trouble... Sang Zhu's eyes are cold, if he jumps out, it will be better!
Now that she has decided to do such a dangerous thing, she has made complete preparations, even if the robbery fairyland exists, she is not afraid.
"Humph!" With a sneer, Sang Zhu said softly, "Little mouse running for your life, wait for me, my Highness will definitely catch you."
She raised her hand and pointed it down, the blood-colored cocoon trembled slightly, and the next moment, the frequency of contraction and expansion suddenly skyrocketed several times.
bang—
bang—
In the dead silence, the voice was exceptionally clear, like a real heart! The bloodshot tentacles connected to the bubbles suddenly tensed up, pulling the monks wrapped in the bubbles into the air.
These deeply unconscious monks trembled violently in the bubbles, their faces quickly turned pale, and the breath of life was madly drained like a bursting river.
Sang Zhu's eyes were suddenly hot, staring at the scene in front of her, her chest heaving up and down violently.
Since the day she was born, she has not been reconciled to her fate. Why is she of the blood of the imperial family, but she cannot inherit the throne
Just because she is a woman? How unfair this is!
She has to resist, she has to be strong since she was a child, and she tries to do the best in everything.
But no one cared at all. Even if he praised, it was just a light streamer, and when he turned around, he forgot about it.
Sangzhu has been angry, resentful, and struggling, but she has no qualifications to fight, so she can only gradually sink.
But just when she wanted to accept her fate, God gave her an unexpected opportunity.
As long as it is achieved, she will truly have the power to make the entire imperial clan look at her!
This is Sangzhu's last chance, whether for herself or for that, a woman who was beaten to death while calling her mother affectionately when she was young.
She must succeed!
Even for this, it is necessary to pay a very heavy price, even for this, it requires blood on both hands. Sangzhu stood up straight and her breathing gradually became steady. She did not regret it, nor did she feel guilty.
In this world, the weak eat the strong, and if these people died in her hands, it was their fate.
No one can stop her... If there is, kill it!
In the dark fog, Qin Yu, who was watching from the wall, suddenly gave a startled "Huh", and his face was solemn. He took a serious look at a bubble that was pulled into the air by his tentacles. He struggled for a few seconds and said slowly, "Indestructible, I want to save her."