the first god

Chapter 339 Seven Illusions
Xuan Qiong's sword light chased after him without stopping, and with a horizontal sword slash in midair, the black shadow was split in two, and the thing bounced away with a "snap", as if something had fallen off. , but still maintained a high-speed flying posture, until it hit a stalagmite, shattered and fell to the ground together with the stalagmite.

In the rubble on the ground, black wings were exposed. The insides turned out to be red. It turned out to be a huge hedgehog that had been peeled off. It must have been its fur that had fallen off before.

Ma Yunteng stared at the dead hedgehog with wings in astonishment, and murmured, "I thought it was a vampire bat, but it turned out to be a flying hedgehog!"

He suddenly felt that the front was dark, and there was a gust of wind. He raised his eyes, and a large black cloud suddenly appeared at the entrance of a narrow hole in front of him. They rushed forward, but upon closer inspection, they turned out to be a large group of flying hedgehogs, the size of which was beyond imagination, and the smallest one was as big as the one just now.

The fog in the cave was getting thicker.

The flying hedgehogs pounced on them, and they smelled horrible from afar. Wherever they passed, sticky blood splashed everywhere, and smoke came out wherever they splashed.

Ma Yunteng had nowhere to hide, and suddenly jumped up.He jumped into the air with a single jump, and reached for a slanting branch of a coral tree in the corner with his body. He swung over and kicked. Some of the group of flying hedgehogs scattered and hit the wall.

The group of black-faced and red-bellied things subconsciously stepped aside.

Ma Yunteng breathed a sigh of relief, and leaned against the wall with his back sweating.

"Boom."

Ma Yunteng's body was suddenly empty, and he fell backwards unexpectedly. Then he felt the wind blowing his face, and when he looked up, the flying hedgehog who was facing him just now suddenly ran towards him, and the stinky saliva was about to drip on his forehead. , the raised scarlet nails and long sharp claws were about to catch his eyelids.

Ma Yunteng's heart sank, my life is over!Suddenly, the black shadow in front of him turned and swayed like a whirlwind. A pair of slender hands grabbed his shoulders, pulled him back, and fell into a solid ground.

Ma Yunteng felt relieved, and almost fell into the group of flying hedgehogs again. Xing'er lifted his body, and only heard a soft voice: "Be careful!"

Only then did Ma Yunteng realize that as more and more flying hedgehogs were killed, their blood gradually flowed across the ground, filling the sunken pits at the bottom of the cave bit by bit. A good shallow ditch flows to the next one, and seeing those pits, most of them are already full.

"It's so ruthless...there is actually a formation!" Xing'er gasped, isn't this intentional to put the entrants in a dilemma?If you don't kill these things, you can't live. If you kill them, you can't not bleed. Bleeding will trigger the formation, which turned out to be a dead end.

"The Ghost Cave is the only passage leading to the Xuwei Mountain. It is said that there is a cave under the cave, deep in the empty mountain, where thousands of bones remain. Therefore, there should be a passage under this cave, but I don't know if it is a waterway or a dry road." Xuan Qiong also frowned slightly, looked at the ground, and said: "There are too many of these things, and the most important thing is that the formation is about to be activated."

Ma Yunteng interjected: "If a sword seals the throat, only one drop of blood will flow, wouldn't that be all right?"

"It's useless." Xing'er still did not hesitate to strike, "This thing is like a blood sac, there will be a big puff of blood wherever it is pierced, and it was deliberately used to stab us."

"Why is there no black fog here?" Ma Yunteng suddenly discovered an abnormality, "Isn't there always been fog in the place where this thing is?"

Xing'er didn't answer, and killed two monsters with one sword, seeing that the blood was about to fill the pits on the ground, those flickering blood seemed to be alive and pulsating slightly.

Xuan Qiong immediately issued a purple mask, covering the four of them, isolating them from the flying hedgehog.

Suddenly, there was a low howl on the opposite wall.

It turned out that it was Xuan Qiong who was visiting what happened in this ghost cave a few days ago.

On the opposite wall, it is like playing a 3D dynamic movie, presenting the events that happened in this ghost cave in the past few days one by one.

Looking at the past, the four of them were stunned.

In the light and shadow on the opposite wall, a large group of practitioners were walking slowly while fighting those flying hedgehogs.

Suddenly, one of them shrank back, howling in pain, his body gradually shrank into a ball, his head and feet touched together and continued to shrink, a lot of hair fell off his head, and the clothes on his body were a little bit torn. Open, the black cloth fluttered like a butterfly, and immediately, the exposed skin also cracked bit by bit, revealing bright flesh and blood.

His limbs gradually shrunk, shrunk into thin claw-like things, his limbs gradually turned pale, blood seemed to be rushing to his abdomen, and his abdomen became red, his face slowly deformed, blood oozed out little by little, and the bright red disappeared in an instant It turned into black, and condensed in pieces.

The flickering flames shone on his face, his facial features were distorted, ferocious like a ferocious god walking down from a mural, a cultivator next to him who was holding a fire bag saw such a face up close, his wrist trembled in shock, the fire bag almost fell to the ground, It was caught by another practitioner.

With chills in his heart, Ma Yunteng looked at the cultivator who was still twitching and contracting in pain, his clump of body, his thin limbs, and then turned dully to the group of flying hedgehogs with wings below... Could it be, could it be? ...

"Old Mo, Lao Mo!" A practitioner wanted to pull the practitioner who was convulsed and deformed, "Old Mo!"

"Don't touch him!" It was another cultivator who spoke, his face was distorted in pain at this moment, and he looked somewhat similar to the cultivator Lao Mo who was suffering from pain, "He is poisoned !"

poisoned……

The rest of the cultivators stood there stunned, watching Lao Mo struggling in pain, watching him slowly, bit by bit, gradually change into the appearance of the group of flying hedgehogs below.

Those flying hedgehogs... turned out to be... people.The four of them were shocked to see the reappearance of the scene from the previous few days on the opposite wall.

Yao Ji couldn't help reaching out to hold Xuan Qiong's left hand tightly.

Ma Yunteng was in a cold sweat again.

Seeing that the companions I get along with day and night are about to become one of those monsters, without any struggle to become the permanent soul body in this eerie and ghostly cave, the practitioners who have walked resolutely and without showing timidity finally can't stand such a situation Under psychological torture, a practitioner suddenly turned around and slammed heavily on the wall.

After a long while, there was a sobbing sound from his deeply buried arm.

Such cries echoed in the empty Ghost Cave, desolate, sad, and indignant, full of resentment for the tragic fate and powerless helplessness.

The light and shadow flickered, and I saw the handsome man on the tall ship on the mural in front of me, looking up to the sky, with far-reaching eyes, riding the wind and waves unmoved in that eternal direction...

A cultivator looked at the completely deformed cultivator obsessively, and murmured: "Old Mo..."

Before he finished speaking, the desperately struggling cultivator Lao Mo suddenly let out a sharp howl, rolled over, and jumped into the group of flying hedgehogs.

The crowd stood still.

They were all the same black mass, the same thin limbs, the same blood-red belly, and the same black wings—when he mixed into the crowd of monsters, they could no longer recognize their comrades in arms.

How do they make another move?
Every knife, every sword may stab into the belly of the comrades who have walked along the hard way!

On the screen, those flying hedgehog monsters started to cheer.

They seemed to be very happy to have one more "person" in their team, so they all stopped and surrounded it.

These "people" who have been trapped in this ghostly cave for a long time seem to very much hope to see some new things, and dance excitedly for them.

The cultivator named Lao Mo fell into the crowd of monsters, rolled forward, and rolled to the other side of the wall. He had shrunk into a ball, but he was always holding something tightly in his arms, which was black and round. .He started to hit the wall, but he couldn't hit it because of the cruel pain of limb deformation, but those new "companions" ran over happily and bumped with him.

Everyone didn't understand what he was going to do for a while, and they all stood still and stared at him in a daze, and then heard a bang, the wall turned over, and the other side of the ear hole appeared in a flash, and those monsters rushed in subconsciously.

The cultivator named Lao Mo went in last, and at the last moment when the walls were closed, he looked back under the protection of the monster group. It was no longer a human face, only the eyeballs still had a little breath of life. There is a flash of light in it, nostalgia, farewell, loneliness, desolation... and determination.

Then, the wall closed and he was gone.

All the cultivators stared at him obsessively, thinking of his eyes at the last moment, thinking of him, a heroic and strong man, who can eat three catties of meat with one meal, and can cut off three heads with one sword. The industrious man, from now on, he will bid farewell to his senior brothers who have worked hard and explored together in the past, bid farewell to his identity as a normal person, bid farewell to all his partners, friends and relatives, and bid farewell to the sunshine, flowers, air and running water on the ground, shrinking into a This inhuman group has become one with this group of wretched monsters who are hated and killed by everyone, in this dark, filthy ghost cave that never sees the light of day and can never be reborn, forever survive.

Just like that... survive?

That... is too cruel.

Every cultivator stood frozen as if dead, and a thought flashed through everyone's mind: "It's better to die..."

"boom!"

There was a low explosion sound, the cave wall shook, and all the practitioners also shook.

Everyone's face was as white as snow in an instant, and a practitioner slowly closed his eyes.

There was a "click", a very slight sound, and the cultivator suddenly turned his head and shouted: "Not good!"

The shallow pits on the ground were full at some point. At the moment when they were shocked by the changes of their companions, they were all immersed in the grief of losing their companions, forgetting that his blood was also blood, and he had shed a lot of blood. , flowing into shallow pits in the ground.

Their attention was focused on the group of flying hedgehog monsters, but they subconsciously refused to think that their companion was the same as those monsters at that moment, and his blood was also the best sacrifice in this pit.

Full of pits!

With a loud bang, the ground sank, the pool of blood collapsed, and a waist-thick hole appeared, and large clusters of water sprayed out wildly. The bucket-thick water column shot up the dome, and then shot in all directions with a "wheeze", Rolled up like a dragon.Almost in an instant, the water filled half of the room, and all the practitioners were scattered by the strange water flow that seemed to have some kind of evil aura. There was a sudden sound coming from the bottom of the water. Activated, shooting random arrows full of strange spiritual power, someone hummed, and a bright red immediately filled the air.

Xing'er, Yao Ji, Ma Yunteng, and Xuan Qiong stayed in the purple light shield emitted by Xuan Qiong, isolated from the ubiquitous "flying hedgehogs" who evolved from people who were bitten and poisoned. , all nervously staring at the opposite wall as if playing a 3D dynamic movie, showing what happened in the ghost cave a few days ago.

In the picture, there was a loud noise, the ground sank, the blood pool collapsed, and a waist-thick hole appeared, large clusters of water sprayed out wildly, and the water column as thick as a bucket shot up the dome, and then "wheezed" "With a sound of shooting from all sides, it rolled up like a giant dragon.Almost in an instant, the water filled half of the room, and all the practitioners were scattered by the strange water flow that seemed to have some kind of evil aura. There was a sudden sound coming from the bottom of the water. Activated, shooting random arrows full of strange spiritual power, someone hummed, and a bright red immediately filled the air.

"Ghost Seven Fiend Formation!" Xing'er and Xuan Qiong said at the same time.

The ghostly seven evil formations are the heart-killing formation, good at creating seven layers of illusions, torturing the souls of cultivators, those who are not strong in soul, it is difficult to resist, even those with strong souls, it is difficult to withstand the seven layers of one layer stronger than the other The torture of the soul, as long as one is not withstood, the soul will be broken and the body will be wiped out.

And this heart-killing formation was chosen to be launched when the body was being washed away by the prehistoric waters. The people in the formation had to undergo the test at the same time, both body and soul. They had to have a strong soul and a strong body, and, You must also have the ability to respond quickly and vigorously.

This time is really dangerous!

Fortunately, Xuan Qiong let everyone understand the situation in advance, so they were mentally prepared.Rao is so, it is not easy!

On the screen, the sound of the wind is fast, and the light and shadow are swirling.

It is a river like a torrential waterfall. The river rushes forward like time, passing through dense grass, passing through underground caves, passing through deep black cliffs, passing through the burial pits of tens of thousands of people. With black and empty eye sockets, silently watching these intruders who have passed through the ghostly cave that no one can enter for thousands of years, broken bones are poked in the gravel, and some heads are looking at them mockingly, thinking about life. eternal proposition.

The long river bank and the forest of bones stretched for several miles. Those bones turned into white lines in the dizzy and fast-moving field of vision of the cultivators. Seeing the dull and rancid smell of death in the air, the immortal souls of thousands of years are all floating in the sky above the river in the belly of the cave.

The waves of gravel and water sent out a bone-breaking force, and the huge water flow full of the power of heaven and earth rushed the practitioners into various awkward postures without mercy, making them all spin around and lose their direction.

(End of this chapter)