You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 216: Seductive Poetry

Looking at the rapidly approaching corpse, the woman in purple seemed to glance at Chang Qing with interest.

"Friend Ji, are you two enemies from your previous life? Is this what is played out in spiritual dramas, love and hatred in two lifetimes?" The woman seemed to think she was very humorous.

Chang Qing's face turned dark, and he didn't answer. This sarcastic remark almost made Chang Qing have a seizure, and he was constantly thinking about how to escape.

"Interesting, Brother Ji, I remember you had that kind of blood bait? Why don't you use it?" The purple-clothed woman did not give up teasing.

Chang Qing was a little annoyed. Why was this woman so chatty? "No more. How about you give me a few drops of blood essence so I can refine it?"

Women: o(￣ヘ￣o＃)

"You are such a person who doesn't know how to be gentle with women. Forget it, let me do it~"

The purple-clothed woman smiled brightly, and was very happy to see Chang Qing suffer a setback.

With a wave of her hand, a purple ribbon wrapped around Changqing, and the woman shouted "Hurry!"

Chang Ling suddenly became much faster, as if he had not used his full strength before. Led by Chang Ling, the two of them instantly turned into a streak of light and disappeared in an instant.

Only the skinny corpse ghost who was struggling to travel was left.

The long ribbon was flying at an extremely fast speed. Chang Qing was happy to lie down. After only ten breaths, he felt the long ribbon floating down.

"We're here already? So fast!"

Chang Qing just felt that the speed of this long belt was incredible, and couldn't help but envy. Is this the treatment of a first-class sect?

Thinking of this, Changqing began to envy it again. It was a life-saving device. Changqing estimated that even the handsome uncle Lao Deng would be envious if he saw it.

However, he had only mastered the first part of the Fuyao Jue. If he could complete it, Changqing would be so fast that he couldn't help but fall into fantasy.

Chang Qing looked at the surrounding environment. Not far away, a huge blood-red tornado was slowly turning. The blood mist must have been pulled by this tornado.

Not far away, several blood rivers were floating in the air, flowing slowly, and along with the blood mist, they were swept into the tornado.

The purple-clothed girl suddenly looked back, her expression changed slightly, and she pulled Changqing and rushed into the tornado.

Chang Qing seemed to sense something and looked back, only to see the corpse ghost also coming towards him with the golden patterns on its cloak flashing.

Two people appeared in the eye of the tornado. Different from the devastating scene outside, the inside of the bloody tornado was very calm.

Seeing that the purple-clothed woman was still holding his hand, Chang Qing joked, "Young lady, men and women should not touch each other. It's so presumptuous of you to hold me like this!"

"Aren't you afraid of death? At this critical moment, you still have the mind to talk nonsense?" The woman giggled and continued.

"Then I have to hold on tight. The lady's hands are really soft. After all, it's a free gift..." Chang Qing used a little force.

Before Changqing could finish his words, he felt his whole body suddenly falling downwards. A sense of weightlessness came over him, and Changqing felt as if he was melting into the mud and moving downwards at a very fast speed.

"Ah!!!~" Chang Qing screamed, but after a few breaths he felt something under his feet and sat down in a pool of smelly water.

The purple-clothed woman looked at Chang Qing with a grin and said disdainfully, "Ha~ big man!"

Chang Qing stood up hurriedly, not wanting to be outdone, and said, "Hey, lady!"

His eyes lit up, and Changqing saw the surrounding scene. He was surrounded by gray-white rocks. Looking closely, he saw an intricate passage built of bones. Under his feet, he looked closely and saw that it was all sticky and oxidized black blood.

"Huh~" Changqing was a little disgusted that he had just sat here.

According to Changqing's speculation, this place was hundreds of meters above the ground. Thinking of the appearance of the ebony coffin, he wondered what kind of grudge it was that required the coffin to be suppressed here.

Before the two could move, the violent tremor struck again, and the people in the central area of ​​the outside world suddenly discovered that a blood-red beam of light was lit up above the sky, as if guiding everyone.

Suddenly, hundreds of figures ignored the zombies in the blood mist and flew towards the blood-red light column.

The underground passage was extremely strong and did not collapse during the earthquake.

"Let's go~" Chang Qing now just wanted to get some thousand-year-old ebony and go back quickly. It would be dangerous to stay in such a place for one more second.

Chang Qing waited for the woman in purple to move, but she didn't move. Instead, she scratched her head embarrassedly.

"Don't tell me you don't know how to get there!" Chang Qing walked around to the woman and questioned her.

Under the veil, the woman stuck out her tongue and said, "I don't know what's wrong. I asked you to come here just to have more people and more strength. Why are you so fierce?"

"I didn't know you brought me here! Isn't this cheating?" Chang Qing raised his hand, looked at the woman in front of him, and then drooped it down. Could he really hit the woman?

Seeing this, the woman breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Since we're here, let's look for it!"

"No, since you have never been here, where did you get the information? You didn't leave a map or anything like that?" Chang Qing looked at the woman.

"No, that person was infected with corpse poison and died in Yingxu, leaving only a jade message slip that flew out of Yingxu." said the woman.

Changqing's face twitched. He came here with only a jade slip. He didn't know whether he was careless or an idiot.

The two had no choice but to wander around in the intricate passage formed by the bones, trying to find the ebony coffin.

.......

At the same time, a lot of people had gathered on the ground. There was a howling wind where the blood-colored light column was. If you were not careful, you would be sucked into the tornado and your flesh and blood would be torn apart.

The blood column has lasted for half an hour. Nearly thousands of people have gathered here. Many methods have been tried, but there is still nothing they can do when they see the bloody hurricane.

At this time, a huge blood river was flowing in the distance. Wherever it passed, the blood mist dissipated. The corpse ghosts melted into the blood river as soon as they came into contact with it, and turned into a soul-seeking ghost in the blood river.

A small boat was floating slowly on the Blood River, and a fishing rod seemed to be fishing for ghosts, but at this moment, every time it was waved, the Blood River moved forward, as if a helmsman was controlling the direction of the Blood River.

"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!"

People shouted loudly, and when they saw the corpses melting like foam, they knew that the Blood River was not to be trifled with.

As the blood river passed by the crowd, a poem seemed to come faintly from ancient times, and everyone heard it clearly:

Broken bones and the wonders of mountains and rivers!

The wailing spirits conceal the secrets of the nine states;

The mutilated corpse casts a thousand miles of desolation;

The rotten soldiers cover the silence of a thousand years;

Incomplete sentences hide eternal deception;

The pen of the sea records the years of the six paths;

The scattered chess pieces reflect the situations of the past and present.

......

Everyone could barely understand the first half of the song. No one knew what the song was about, but it was sad and mournful, and no one could forget it.

Everyone was immersed in the sound of poetry, as if they saw the fall of the heavens, the end of all paths, and the wailing of life.

People burst into tears, feeling an extremely oppressive sense of failure, as if they were stuck in a dead end and could never find a way out.

"When we are bullied, do we have to keep putting up with it?"

"The road ahead is cut off, where is the future?"

"Everything withers, is this our end?!"

"Like moths to flames, is this our final fate?"

People couldn't help but cry out in pain, but they were confused and didn't know why they were crying out.