Feng Fei defies the sky

Chapter 433 Death Trial (2)

A faint silence spread in the air, Feng Yinxue frowned and stared at the front, she had never felt so uncomfortable, as if there was something extremely terrifying ahead.

Wuyun worriedly cast a questioning look at Feng Yinxue, and the aura of his hands lost to Feng Yinxue from behind.

Taking a deep breath, he nodded after confirming that he was much better.

At this time, a black shadow came from the opposite side. The black image was a part of the night, and it seemed to be a whole opposite to the night. It was as weird as it was.

The black figure came slowly, it was dressed in black clothes, a black cloak, and the hood covered its cheeks.

It walked very slowly, and it felt like it had been half a century, this was Feng Yinxue's feeling.

It held a black sickle hook in its hand, and there was a black evil spirit floating outward on the sickle hook. After being stained by the evil spirit, the surrounding trees began to become depressed, without the vitality of the past.

Behind it followed eight people of the same shape, and they followed the people in front with their heads down, like puppets.

In Feng Yinxue's eyes, this scene was like watching a horror movie, so terrifying that she wanted to scream.

Wuyun's long and slender hand felt distressed and wanted to cover Feng Yinxue's eyes, but Feng Yinxue held Wuyun's hand tightly in her hand, her slightly trembling fingers revealed that Feng Yinxue was shocked at the moment, and indirectly told Wuyun she wants to see.

On the other hand, Ruo'er, besides being nervous, only turned a little pale.

Suddenly, the group of figures appeared directly in front of several people from a distance, so close that everyone could see the pictures and texts on their clothes.

When it is slow, it seems that a century has passed, and when it is fast, it seems to flash like the speed of light.

But this also made Feng Yinxue see more clearly that the person holding the hook was a woman.

Under the veil, Lian was extremely pale, as if dusted with flour, and the hand holding the sickle hook was slender and slender, but there was a trace of blackness in the whiteness.

The woman's dark robe had flower-like patterns, similar to mandala flowers or manjusawa, extending from the handle to her waist, but the cuffs were embroidered with white branches and leaves.

Another flash, a group of men in black disappeared in front of the three of them, the air began to flow, and everything seemed to be back to normal.

And those trees, flowers and plants infected by the black air are now full of vitality and thriving.

Wuyun lightly embraced Feng Yinxue and came out of the grass, frowning, looking thoughtfully at the place where the man in black disappeared.

Feng Yinxue breathed a sigh of relief at this moment, the feeling just now was as uncomfortable as being strangled by a human being.

"Wuyun, who are those people?"

But Wuyun didn't answer Feng Yinxue's question, but watched with frowning, holding Feng Yinxue's hand even tighter.

Seeing this, Ruo'er explained, "Death trial."

Death trial?What it is?
"The legend of the death trial is an old and ancient race. Where there are a lot of deaths, they will appear. When the death trial appears, it will always be a woman holding a cheap knife and leading eight people."

"Ruo'er, do you mean that people died collectively around here?" Feng Yinxue was obviously puzzled, but Wuyun suddenly hugged her hand tightly to let her know that this matter is not easy, and even a little tricky, "Death is a big deal." This kind of thing happens from time to time, if it is a collective death, it is impossible for no one to know, which makes no sense."

(End of this chapter)