His wild laughter stopped abruptly, and the smug smile was now frozen on his face.
Lan Ji somehow managed to break through the indestructible formation, and with a terrifying aura of murderous intent, he walked towards him step by step...
"What's going on... What's going on..." He wanted to escape in panic, but the formation under him imprisoned him tightly. His legs were like a mountain tied to them and he couldn't move at all.
In a panic, he caught sight of Shen Wuyou, who looked indifferent, and immediately asked loudly:
"Emissary! What's going on? How could he break the formation?! Didn't you say that this formation cannot be interrupted?!"
Shen Wuyou heard the voice, looked towards him, and said innocently:
"Yes, it won't stop. If you don't believe me, try it. No matter how hard you try, you won't be able to take even a single step."
Yun Zhengchuan was shocked when he heard this. Only then did he realize that all the vitality he had absorbed was returned to him for some unknown reason!
Not only that, it seemed as if his own vitality was also constantly disappearing, and his demonic power was becoming weaker and weaker, as if, as if...
"You changed the formation?!"
He finally reacted.
But it's too late now.
Shen Wuyou retracted the blood vine that trapped Jing Mo and said to him:
"Look, this is the culprit who killed Lan Chen and caused the cat demon clan to be wiped out. Go and get revenge."
Looking at Lan Ji's brutal movements over there, she added:
"If it's too late, there won't be even a slag left."
The hatred of killing his friends and the hatred of genocide left Jing Mo no time to think about it. He looked at Shen Wuyou deeply, and then a shadow flashed by and joined the expeditionary force.
There was a lot of howling over there, so noisy that it made my head hurt.
Shen Wuyou sighed, moved his body, and looked around the secret room...
Solid stone walls, strange runes, forbidden magic, dim secret rooms...
It's really like crying to the sky and the earth, but no one can help.
A strong smell of blood gradually came. Shen Wuyu was groping for the mystery on the stone wall while frowning, covering his nose and holding his breath.
She has been feeling increasingly abnormal lately.
She recalled how, when she first came to this world, she'd often come across dead bodies or half-dead patients. When she treated them, the crimson blood flowed freely, and the salty, fishy smell was unbearable, but it didn't make her feel the irritation she felt now.
It was as if my mind was suddenly in a tangle, with thorny brambles rubbing back and forth in my brain, and the sharp thorns kept leaving bloody marks.
This gave her the urge to kill everyone, as if her whole brain was clamoring to vent her violent emotions with a grand bloody massacre.
This is wrong.
Shen Wuyou shook his head, trying to get rid of those cruel thoughts from his mind.
To divert her attention, she observed the cracks between the stone walls more carefully, her reddish fingers brushing across the rough walls one by one...
Suddenly, her eyes paused!
Her soft fingertips rubbed back and forth on a seemingly ordinary wall. Then, she withdrew her fingers and tapped lightly on the wall again.
It's empty.
Her eyes darkened, and the next moment, the ghost general entered her soul. Her right hand transformed into the ghost general's rough and powerful appearance. Her five fingers slightly retracted, and the thick black palm was wrapped with a sharp and strong wind, and instantly stabbed towards the wall -
"Bang!"
The solid wall was hollowed out in an instant like tofu dregs.
As expected, Shen Wuyou was holding something in his palm at this moment, a black hard lump that had been embedded in the wall and hidden for hundreds of years.
She carefully withdrew her hand, took a closer look, and the next moment her brows knitted tightly together.
Evil Gathering Cauldron? !
She looked at the small thing in her palm more carefully. The strange and bizarre patterns on it were different from anything she had seen before.
Buried in the Fox King's dark room, combined with his life, a little thought can roughly determine that this is...
【hatred】!
There are eight evils in the world: resentment, hatred, jealousy, lust, greed, anger, ignorance, and fear.
So far, this evil-gathering cauldron has already discovered four: greed, ignorance, lust, and hatred. But there should be far more than just these four.
Someone is collecting the Eight Evils!
In this case, it is definitely not for the purpose of raising ghosts.
Shen Wuyou put away the Evil Gathering Cauldron, and the moment he turned around, he saw that the Fox King Yun Zhengchuan had his heart torn apart, his body was incomplete, and blood was dripping. The scene was uncomfortable.
She was about to turn her head away from the disgusting scene, but suddenly she saw a familiar black aura suddenly burst out from the torn heart -
"careful!"
She screamed in surprise and no longer cared about the bloody scene. She released the blood vine and quickly took the two stunned people away from the spot.
"A loving father and a filial son... A loving father and a filial son... It really is a loving father and a filial son, hahahaha - interesting! This world is really interesting! Hahahahaha -"
The black shadow rushed out and had already aimed at the next person to parasitize. This time, it was intercepted by Shen Wuyou, but it was not angry. The long black air slowly gathered into a ball, floating in the air and flowing freely.
Lan Ji and Jing Mo, who had come to their senses at this moment, also stared at the strange black mass in front of them and asked in amazement, "What is this?"
"Evil spirit..."
Shen Wuyou murmured in a low voice.
This thing is the same as the evil spirit aura attached to Qi Qingyun, but it doesn't seem as strong as the one on him.
"Evil spirit?!" They were puzzled. After living for hundreds of years, this was the first time they heard this word. They couldn't help but stare at it with wide eyes for a while.
Shen Wuyou looked at the flying evil spirit, then looked at the two demons beside him who were still full of murderous aura. He lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment, then without any warning, picked up one of them and threw him over -
"Shen Wuyou, what are you doing--" Jing Mo, who was randomly picked, flew over with a confused look on his face.
Sure enough, the wantonly flying evil spirit saw an unsuspecting container flying towards him and immediately dodged it, emitting a shrill laugh that made him feel dizzy.
"Get out of here!"
Jing Mo understood what it meant, and immediately became furious. He raised his purple-black sharp claws and swung them towards it.
But the evil spirit was not afraid at all. Instead, it rushed towards him more excitedly, and its laughter became even more shrill.
Just when the evil spirit was about to approach Jing Mo's body, a huge blood vine suddenly rose from the ground, tied around his waist, and threw him out!
Instead,
Shen Wuyou, with her red dress fluttering in the wind, stared at it fiercely. She took out a brown bag from her hand and swung it cleanly, putting the evil spirit, which had no time to stop, directly into the soul-locking bag.
"This thing has always been in my father... Yun Zhengchuan's body?" Lan Ji's eyes were a little complicated at this moment.
Shen Wuyou knew what he was thinking at a glance, so he explained:
"Although this thing is within him, it's not enough to control his evil deeds. Perhaps, to be more precise, it's because he's committed so many evil deeds that this evil spirit has taken possession of him and absorbed his evil thoughts."
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