The gray-white hand raised from under the robe, with a wisp of gray dead spirit, waved at her, and her body was like a puppet, keeping a distance of one meter and floating with him.

Wang Shuyue tried her best to break through the controlled body, but there was no way. Her consciousness and body seemed to have been divided into two parts, and her consciousness could not control her body at all.

Seeing that he couldn't break free, Wang Shuyue had to observe the surrounding environment first.

This place seems to be a huge cave, and there are palaces and lofts built in the cave.

There was a blood-colored stone wall dome above his head, and a black-red flowing water under his feet. Wang Shuyue smelled the smell of blood and couldn't be sure what kind of water it was.

The water seemed to be alive, bubbled, and the white cold air came out of the red pond, exuding evil spirits.

A stone corridor is set above the blood pool, connecting the palaces.

After passing through a corridor of twists and turns, a red river appeared in front of you, and a red wooden bridge was built on the river surface, connecting both ends of the river bank.

On the other end of the bridge, a pergola was set up on the land planted with red litmus and red flowers. An old woman sat inside, looking motionlessly at the river.

Next to the shed, a stone tablet was erected with the words of Jiuzhou written on it, which translates into Chinese as "Sansheng Riverside".

Wang Shuyue looked at the red bridge under her feet, then at the old Ou, then at the gorgeous red flowers, and secretly complained in her heart: Did I have arrived at the underworld?

What's the Naihe Bridge by the Three Lives Stone? This Demon Sect is playing the role-playing of the Underworld?

Passing through the "Sea of ​​Flowers on the Other Side", when a black gold palace with the words "Hello Hall" appeared in front of you, Wang Shuyue was powerless to complain.

As the two approached, the black-robed people guarding both sides of the palace raised Changshuo in their hands and exposed the long stone steps.

He climbed up the stairs and came to the front of the hall.

In the open hall, Wang Shuyue saw the women who had been with him at first sight.

I saw a huge circular blood pool appearing in the center of the hall. The red gauze surrounded the blood pool, but it could not block the vomiting smell of blood.

The woman caught was like a lamb to be slaughtered, hanging barely above the pool of blood.

The skeletons by the pool had red flames leaping in their eyes, floating at the feet of the lambs, raising their swords, and falling blood flowing into the pillars and spraying into the pool.

There were a total of seventeen little lambs, and seventeen blood columns gushed at the same time. Wang Shuyue's body subconsciously bounced, as if she had become the lamb to be slaughtered, and the sharp knife had been cut on him.

The dazzling redness was so shocked that she even forgot to breathe.

The lambs were still alive, and the blood was dried up, and the skeleton man stepped forward and stabbed him again until the last drop of blood in his body was dried.

Such a cruel scene appeared in front of her alive. If Wang Shuyue was just an ordinary girl, she would have fainted if she was not crazy at this moment.

But none of these situations happened to her, she still stood straight and stood there in a daze.

"interesting."

A low moan from the demon of hell sounded in the hall. Wang Shuyue felt the scene in front of her suddenly change, the blood pool in front of her disappeared, and the man in black robe who brought her inexplicable familiarity was gone.

Instead, it is a throne built by countless skulls.

On the throne, a man sat lazy. He was not wearing a twig on his upper body, his lower body was loosely tied with black trousers, and only a gorgeous outer robe on his shoulders. The red and the abnormally white skin intersected each other, with a different temptation of death.

The man's head was slightly raised and fell relaxed on the throne. His curly medium-length hair seemed to have just been washed with water, and it was wet to the side of his thin cheeks. Under his high nose, there was a thin lips that were not as thin as blood.

The sticky blood slowly fell down at the corner of the lips, and the long tongue rolled up, leaving only a little cherry red, unbiased, attached to the thin lips, translucent and moist, and evil and charming.

He was playing with a jade flute in his big hand. His hands were really big, and the slender jade flute was sandwiched between his fingertips, like a small branch.

The jade flute was the long flute seized by Wang Shuyue. It was engraved with the word "Xuanzhu" and was the word Lu Heng.

Only then did Wang Shuyue discover that there was a desk in front of the throne, with several storage bags scattered on it, as well as tablets, mobile phones, spirit stones and other objects.

These things were all played with by others, and they didn't seem to be interested, so they threw them aside.

The screen of the tablet has cracked, and the spider-web-like patterns remain on it. You don’t have to think about it and know that it has been violently hit.

Wang Shuyue was shocked. She didn't feel anything. The mark on the storage bag had been untied. The things inside were thrown into chaos and were not cared for at all.

If this was a naughty child, Wang Shuyue would have been able to teach him how to be a human being.

However, when the man stood up and looked at her with his red eyes, her blood instantly condensed, feeling like falling into an ice cave!

Wang Shuyue saw his face among the little lambs in a tragedy, in a tragedy, among the little lambs.

Never before, fear defeated all reason, she now had only one idea in her mind, survive!

A cold hand climbed up to her face, like the tongue of a poisonous snake, sticky and slippery, and a bone-bone cold.

Wang Shuyue felt cold all over and woke up from fear in an instant.

The man came to her at some point, and his tall body completely enveloped her in the darkness. Water droplets dripped from his hair and hit the back of her hand, cold.

The breath of death lingered in front of her, and the suppression of the completely irresistible force came, causing her body to tremble continuously. However, her will as a warrior was still tenaciously resisting her physical instinct and preventing herself from kneeling down.

When the hand stroked her cheek and slid onto her neck, Wang Shuyue could no longer stand the feeling of being slaughtered. Her eyes darkened and she took it easy!

"You are the Ghost King Morakshasa?" She suddenly shouted loudly, her voice filled with trembling caused by fear.

But while she was afraid, she was resisting tenaciously. Two conflicting emotions appeared at the same time, successfully causing the big hand to be ready to tighten.

The man glanced at her in surprise, as if he had found a fun object. With his thick and black eyebrows raised, he suddenly took his hand away, his thin lips slightly bent, and he looked like I gave you a chance to see what you were going to say.

He did not deny it, that was a pity. After Wang Shuyue confirmed the identity of the person in front of him, her heart became even heavier.

She did not forget what Julu Shangxian said. Her aunt seemed to have a grudge against the great devil in front of her, and her plan to use her aunt's name to shock the other party was instantly shattered.

But Wang Shuyue knew that this was the only chance he could survive today.
Chapter completed!