After his expression changed several times, he became calm again and waited quietly beside Li Luo without saying a word.

Li Luo sighed secretly, maybe it was because Zhemu Hetu should not have died, or perhaps because Li Luo was pedantic, but at this time tonight, Zhemu Hetu still had a life left.

Zhemu Hetu raised his head and looked at Li Luo, who was a few steps in front of him. Li Luo was standing with his back, and he couldn't see the expression on Li Luo's face clearly. A sharp light flashed on Zhemu Hetu's face, and he whispered calmly: "Your Majesty, Ion

The time is not far away, if the prince cannot save the girl, it has nothing to do with me."

Li Luo hummed, without looking back, and said calmly: "If Miss Liu is in trouble, there will naturally be experts hidden in the city who will come forward for her. Whether it has nothing to do with you or not, let's see if the experts hidden in the city can trust you.

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Zhemu Hetu's face was slightly stiff. If there was a big hidden person behind him who was watching the city day and night, he would probably be unable to sleep at night and have restless food and sleep. However, we will talk about the future later. No matter what, we must survive today first.

"Hmph, the prince is not concerned about this matter. Da Yin Yu Shi has been an enemy of my sect for more than a day or two. If I were afraid of Da Yin Yu Shi's reputation, I would not plot against her."

"That's right, let's go." Li Luo suddenly said calmly.

Zhemu Hetu was startled. He didn't expect that Li Luo would let him go so easily. He was quite surprised. Although Li Luo promised, Zhemu Hetu couldn't feel at ease along the way. If Li Luo didn't keep his promise, Zhemu Hetu would have to leave.

There is death but no life. Such things as betrayal are easy for Zhemu Hetu. He can judge the heart of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, but it is not surprising that Zhemu Hetu has been uneasy in recent days.

"If you don't want to leave, you don't have to leave." Li Luo suddenly turned around, and Zhemu Hetu took a breath of cold air, grunted, and took two steps back before slowly standing still. His color suddenly changed, and his lips trembled slightly. After a long time,

He said word for word, "Thirteen Da Luo."

A few steps away, Li Luo, who was just in front of Zhemu Hetu, disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye. Only an evil ghost who had just escaped from the abyss of the underworld was left, with no expression on his green mask.

, even a pair of eyes has suppressed every change of mood, as cold as a piece of ten thousand-year-old black ice, pure and monotonous, watching everything in the world calmly, as if there are only black and white left between the sky and the earth, everything is

The only thing left for the primate is life and death.

Zhemu Hetu let out a strange cry, and without caring about hiding his whereabouts, he hurried down the narrow path, causing several people on the platform to look at him in astonishment.

With the Minghong Dao in his hand, the blood-red skylark was dancing in front of him, dancing up and down around the Minghong Dao. Li Luo held the knife in one hand and walked slowly out of the hiding place on the edge of the cliff, walking straight towards the field without saying a word.

Without the slightest intention of hiding his whereabouts, Li Luo tapped the Minghong Dao on his leg with an extremely weird beat. Every time he hit his leg, a few drops of flame-like residual flowers could be seen splashing out and disappearing into the darkness.

In the sinking night, step by step, with a sound, everyone in the field of vision seemed to be nothing, and they just walked towards the big white stone in the center in an open and honest manner.

Such an appearance makes people feel a little ruthless, but the dark red sword light, the red skylark that is jumping for joy, and the murderous murderous intention that is gradually resurrecting under the ten thousand year black ice, at this moment Li

The drop is extremely frightening.

No one stopped him, and those who were murmuring stopped talking and straightened up to look at Li Luo, who was slowly approaching; those who were bowing and kneeling also raised their heads and looked at Li Luo intently. There were one hundred and seventy people on the platform.

The two of them looked at Li Luo together, but no one moved even half an inch. They all looked at Li Luo indifferently as he came with a knife.

If an ordinary person were to walk among them, he would probably break into a cold sweat when he saw the eyes of these ancient survivors. These people are all living creatures, and their breath is still there, but there is a strange dullness in their eyes.

It was as if one of the seven souls and six souls had been lost. What was wrapped under this skin was a mutilated soul, which looked particularly awkward.

However, at this moment, there is an underworld man who looks like a human but not a human, a ghost but not a ghost. Even if these ancient remnants have lost one soul or one soul, the people on the stone platform will look a lot more ordinary.

Li Luo, under the mask of Daluo ghost, slowly walked to Liuyunzhan, turning a blind eye to the strange and charming blue flowers on one side, and quietly looked at Liuyunzhan, who was sleeping soundly. Liuyunzhan's expression was very peaceful.

, as if he had really fallen asleep. Li Luo didn't say anything to wake up Liuyunzhan. He put a hand on Liuyunzhan's shoulder and suddenly raised it. He saw that Liuyunzhan, who had been peaceful and calm just now, suddenly showed a painful expression.

A pretty face almost twisted together.

Li Luo's hand paused, and he was slightly stunned. He leaned over and looked, and saw that the hand that was supposed to belong to the evil ghost from the underworld was trembling involuntarily. Liuyunzhan's back was covered with countless white hairs.

Like a rhizome or the mouthparts of a living insect, it is still slowly squirming visible to the naked eye. Among the strands of white hair, there is a tiny, imperceptible blood line connecting the Liuyun Stack and the white stone platform.

And these blood lines are also countless, I don’t know how many there are. This big coquettish blue flower only relies on the blood of Liuyunzhan to bloom with such a dazzling color.

Blood sacrifice, Li Luo remembered what Zhemuhetu said, sacrificing the blood of a virgin to the ancient demon god, no wonder it would take twelve hours. With such a thin blood line, twelve hours is really not much, it just makes the sacrifice easier.

The twelve hours a person endured such cruelty were several times more cruel than Ling Chi.

Another human sacrifice, this time a living person. Li Luo swung the knife with his backhand, about to cut off the white hair on Liuyunzhan's back. Suddenly, Li Luo's knife-wielding hand paused in the air, and he suddenly raised his eyes and looked around.

The still dull and dull ancient remnants suddenly stood up and looked at Li Luo expressionlessly.

Li Luo slowly put down Liuyunzhan, a frightening smile appeared on the corner of his mouth under the mask, his eyes gradually became hot, and then he let out a strange laugh in his throat, indifferent and happy. Minghong Dao suddenly turned red.

The awns were so strong that they instantly covered the gorgeous blue flowers on the white rocks.

This night, the blue light gradually dimmed, but the fierce red light did not stop at all.

In the early morning, a long time had passed when the first ray of morning light hit the stone platform halfway up the mountain. Liuyunzhan stretched out and yawned when he woke up from his sleep. This sleep seemed to fall into an endless world.

I couldn't wake up from the dream, and almost fell into it. Maybe I had slept for a long time, and my whole body was soft and weak, and I was too lazy to move.
Chapter completed!