Chapter Fourteen Laughing, Laughing and Crying as a Ghost
"Miss Xia, does she know what the holy fire means to the Vulcan Cult?" After hearing the answer, the people in the palace were silent for a long time and then asked in a low voice.
Xia Qingluan's face was expressionless and her tone was light: "The foundation of religion is to enshrine sacred objects."
"You dare to speak now that you know it, how shameless!"
The twin girls looked at each other, and suddenly burst into crisp laughter, laughing so hard. Let alone using the holy fire to refine stones and make swords, ordinary people were not allowed to even enter the temple. They really couldn't understand the white clothes in front of them soaked in blood, and how violent they were.
What on earth is the entangled woman thinking? Does the Vulcan Sect, like those small sects in Zhongzhou, fear Poyue Pavilion to the point of groveling and swallowing its anger?
Another bell rang in the hall, and the surrounding boys and girls suddenly narrowed the circle a lot. Xia Qingluan's heart sank, her tenderness tightened again, and the aura of coquettishness filled the air. However, after waiting for a long time, she did not see any movement from the other party.
The expressions of those boys and girls were quite normal. They no longer looked weirdly smiling or crying, but stood numbly holding hands.
"Is that the Dream Stone on your back?" the man in the palace asked in a deep voice.
Since the only place where the Dream Stone can be refined is the altar of the Vulcan Cult in Southern Xinjiang, it is not surprising that the leader of the Vulcan Cult must know about the Dream Stone. In order to prove that what he said is true, Xia Qingluan
After taking off the baggage and untying it neatly, three translucent stones of similar sizes appeared in front of everyone.
"Dream Stone!" The twin girls' expressions changed suddenly, and they murmured in surprise, feeling slightly frightened.
The sound of deep breathing came from the hall. The leader of the Vulcan Cult did not expect that she came to forge swords, and she held the only three dream stones in the world in her hands.
"Does Miss Xia know the origin of this strange dream stone? Do you know what accessories are needed to make a sword from this stone?"
"I only want a sword made of fire, the rest has nothing to do with me."
Maybe he didn't expect her to be so cold, so the leader of the Vulcan Cult gave a wry smile. The melodious bells rang out one after another, and the figures of boys and girls around him quickly divided into two rows, leaving an aisle wide enough for two people to line up in the middle, from in front of Xia Qingluan to
At the entrance of the temple: "Since Miss Xia likes to be straightforward, I won't talk nonsense. According to the rules of the Vulcan Sect, you need to pass three levels to enter the temple. The first level is the hundred-man formation at the foot of the mountain, and Miss Xia has passed it; the second level is
The pass is this 'Ghost Path'. There are thirty boys and thirty virgins here. If Miss Xia can pass through the path left among them, then the second pass will be passed."
Any evil sect likes to use such methods to make things difficult for outsiders. Among them are masters from all walks of life and many formations that are difficult to figure out in a short time. The secret techniques are mixed, which is not only wasteful of manpower but also shows that their sect is special. Ordinary people can't stand it.
Be careful, you may lose your life.
After all, the Vulcan Cult is the leader of the three major cults. Although it is far away from the disputes in Zhongzhou, its deceptions and mysteries that no one can solve have always made people in the world in awe. Even some bold people who go to provoke them always end up dead.
The difference is that death can be considered a good ending. Many lives are worse than death, and many heroes from Zhongzhou have met this end.
Xia Qingluan had been slapped by Old Man Wuya before and had not recovered yet. He was unable to use his full strength. Facing a mysterious enemy that he had never encountered before, he was inevitably at a loss of heart. However, he could not give up and fall short. He could only make up his mind and try his best.
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"I hope you can keep your promise." Hao flicked his wrist, and the quiet red light of the red string rose sharply, dancing in front of him with a strange color. His face, which was slightly pale due to not having rested for a long time, had a perseverance that was not inferior to that of a man.
Xia Qingluan bit her thin lips and carefully guarded the two children closest to her.
"Kill to become a demon, kill to become a ghost. After passing the ghost path, you are three points closer to the underworld. Miss Xia, think twice."
The well-intentioned dissuasion failed to stop the woman in white. Her blood-red clothes moved gracefully, rising and falling intertwined with the slender red strings, creating a gorgeous and terrifying brilliance on the open ground.
In her eyes, there are no old people, children, or the sick and disabled; there are only enemies, non-enemies, life, and death.
The four children at the front were instantly swept up in the red light in the sky. Before they could scream, they were shattered into pieces and splashed with a large cloud of blood mist. Little bits of warmth fell on the back of their hands and cheeks, and the white clothes that were no longer clean were renewed.
Add pieces of bright red petals. They are all ordinary children who have never practiced any kung fu.
In the temple of the Vulcan Cult, in the darkness invisible to outsiders, a pair of calm eyes were filled with compassion and pity. His fingers were carefully traced, and the shiny white skull that was rubbed was ferocious and terrifying, as heavy as death under the figure.
They were piles of bones, belonging to countless ordinary people like her who had rashly barged in.
None of the children swallowed by the three thousand strings of light defended or fought back. They still held hands and never let go until their limbs became incomplete. However, Xia Qingluan became more and more frightened. Through the delicate details that had protected her for half her life,
What Xian saw was not only the red color of bloodshed, but also the tender face that gradually changed from numbness to a weird smile. It seemed as if a sharp and whistling laughter sounded in her ears, penetrating her body and tearing at her soul and sanity.
Bewitchment?
How terrifying is that man who has never shown up in the palace that can influence her unknowingly?
The fast-moving Chiqing suddenly made a clang, and the violently trembling thin strings were tightened between the two hands. The blood-stained white clothes, which were as graceful as a thunderous dragon, stopped their forward momentum and stopped in the middle of the ghost path.
"If Miss Xia is willing to give up before the ghost is broken, I can give you a way out." Heping's voice sounded again. The man didn't seem to care about how many innocent killings she had caused, and still tried his best to persuade her to stop the moth's obsession with the flames.
Suicidal behavior.
If it could be stopped, she wouldn't be here.
Those children who only reached her waist were still smiling strangely, even those who had been torn apart by red love. Their expressions could not be seen, but they could clearly feel the coldness and coldness coming from the godless eyes.
Beside her, the mutilated head that had been chopped into two pieces was covered in blood and flesh, but the child who had long since died was still smiling!
All he could see with his eyes were those weird smiles that were numb and terrifying, and their voices, which were either deep or sharp, but equally weird. No matter how they swung the strings and chopped them, they kept cutting, and they lingered in their ears like ghosts.
Bigger and clearer, like a shadow.
Forcibly stopping, Xia Qingluan tried her best to suppress the confusion that accompanied the laughter, and fine beads of sweat slowly condensed on her forehead. If this continues, she will be led into the enchantment and become possessed, let alone break through the ghost.
Tao, you can't even go back to the starting point.
"Who are you here for?"
When I was struggling with a splitting headache, a deep male voice seemed to be whispering in my ear.
For whom?
The trembling red silk string suddenly stopped, and blood mist fell from the sky, dripping down to the ground along the slender fingertips.
For him? No, no, he doesn't need this sword at all, and he doesn't need her to do anything desperately. To him, she is already a distant past that no longer needs to be mentioned. If the sword is broken to burn love, then,
She renewed her sword just to withdraw from his life, give him a new start, and give herself a reason to leave him.
Everything you do is for yourself, and no one can stop you.
The dimmed red light surged again, several times more powerful than before. The twin girls who were dozens of steps away could clearly feel the strong murderous aura coming towards them, and indignation suddenly flashed in their eyes.
"Leader, this is unfair, you are helping her!"
The strings move like falling flowers, like snow flying, like flowing wind collecting water, without flaws, cold and cold.
Xia Qingluan didn't care whether the strange man in the temple was really helping her, but it was his words that broke her stagnation, and his weird laughter cleared the fog for her.
There is no need to listen or see, everything in the world has nothing to do with her, all she has to do is to use the fierce weapons in her hands to fight a bloody path, even if the person blocking her is an unarmed innocent child. Entering the temple to obtain the holy fire, refining stones and forging swords, as long as she remembers
This one thing is enough.
The clear and cold eyes were gently closed, and the majestic killing intent was suddenly concentrated on the ruthless edge. He stood quietly, raised his hand and pointed directly at the remaining boys and girls in the ghost path, with a calm face.