Following the blood-clothed high priest and the blood-clothed leader, Yan Feng came to an empty corridor. The corridor was five meters wide and pitch black, with only green lamps on both sides. W★w★Wく.

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It was dozens of feet high, and at the end of the corridor was a bronze door, stained with dust. It was obviously not opened for a long time. Two blood-robed men were standing outside the bronze door at this moment. At the top of the corridor, there was a figure, quietly dormant, which was Yan Feng.

With a heavy sound, the door seemed to have not been opened for a long time, and the old dust fell and slowly opened with an old sound.

When the man in blood robe walked into the door, the door began to close again. Just as the door was about to close completely, a figure instantly passed by and slipped in through the thin crack.

Into your eyes, there is a huge pool of blood!

And in the middle of this blood pool, there are nine statues, each of which is lifelike, which makes Yan Feng more sure that the nine faces he saw on the face of the Spirit Lord were the guesses of the nine saints in the past.

These nine statues look exactly the same as the nine saints before!

Without exception, they are all as beautiful as flowers, and the ninth one is the appearance of the spirit master now!

In addition, behind these nine statues, there is another one, whose body has been carved, and its shape is exactly the same as Yan Yuyan!

There are still a few robe men carving on this statue. At this time, the expression on the face has not been carved. If we wait for the expression on the face to carve, it must be when the spirit master began to seize Yan Yuyan's body.

The men on the statue did not take any action after seeing the blood-robed high priest and the blood-robed leader coming in, but they were still doing the work.

"Let's start." As the flowers of the high priest fell, the two walked to the pool of blood and began to perform some complicated rituals.

Yan Feng hid in the corner of this space, staring at all this, and in the pool of blood, he felt a mysterious force, and his body disappeared quietly.

In the sand castle, Yan Feng's figure passed through sand corridors like the wind, searching for Yan Yuyan's whereabouts everywhere. He made up his mind to take Yan Yuyan away no matter what, even if it was forcibly, even if Yan Yuyan refused to recognize him, otherwise he would stay here and have only one ending, which is to become the tenth face on the face of the Spirit Lord!

"Saint, Lord Spirit Lord, please come over."

Just as Yan Feng was quietly passing through another sand corridor, a sound came into his ears. Yan Feng's body suddenly stopped at the top of the sand corridor. Looking at the sand castle, there was actually a door made of ice jade, emitting a cold air of white mist.

A maid stood at the door and saluted respectfully, then closed the door and left.

That's it!

Yan Feng took a deep breath and turned over. Just as the maid was about to cover the door, his figure appeared in the Ice Jade Gate.

The scenery in the room that reflected in my eyes was like stars, decorated with purple and blue, like a dream. On the edge of the window of this room, a woman in purple was standing quietly here, with a peerless charm, but her body was filled with a sense of coldness, and more of a loneliness.

Looking at this back, Yan Feng was stunned for a moment and didn't know how to speak.

This is her sister... It has been many years, does she really remember herself?

When the two separated, she was only so tall at that time... Now, she has become a graceful girl.

He took a deep breath, and Yan Feng's voice was trembling with a slight trembling.

"Rain Smoke."

As soon as the voice came out, the woman standing on the eaves of the window was originally looking at the endless wind and sand outside, and her body suddenly shook. She stood here and watched the wind and sand for five years, for five years...

Apart from that, she did nothing, and she had nothing to do. She knew her mission, and she knew it from the moment others called her Saint.

Become a substitute for the Spirit Lord and finally dissipate in this world.

This name that only exists in childhood memories is now ringing in my ears. Here, her name is Bingjue, and has never been... no one has ever called her Yuyan.

Instead, I thought, maybe... this is just my own auditory hallucination. How could anyone call their own name here?

"Yuyan." Yan Feng walked gently towards Yan Yuyan and shouted again. The sound of footsteps echoed in the room. Yan Yuyan's expression suddenly condensed. She believed that someone was indeed calling him.

This Yuyan is calling herself!

He turned slightly and fell into his eyes was a man with two swords on his back, his head was mixed with black and white, and his facial features gave people an extremely gentle feeling, but there was a scar on his left eye.

In an instant, a figure overlapped, and that figure only existed in memory, wiping the dust on his face. Even if it was a bloody scar on his head, he still smiled at the little boy he said to him with a foolish smile, no one could bully you as long as his brother was there.

"elder brother?"

A gentle voice came from his mouth, and with questions, it fell into Yan Feng's ears. His body couldn't help but tremble slightly. She... actually remembered her brother!

But it was just a moment! Yan Yuyan's body shook suddenly, her eyes changed in an instant, and her previous doubts disappeared.

The expression on his face has changed, becoming cold and ruthless, and his voice is even more icy: "Who are you?! What does it mean to sneak into my spiritual city?!"

Yan Feng's steps forward suddenly condensed. Just now, another aura emerged from Yan Yuyan's body, suppressing the familiar breath. If he was right, the Spirit Lord would definitely have done anything to Yan Yuyan.

"I am Yan Feng, your brother."

"It's ridiculous, I'm the saint of Lingcheng, where is my brother!" Yan Yuyan's eyes were indifferent: "You trespassed my spirit..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Yuyan seemed to have changed again. Her original indifference disappeared, and her face was anxious: "Go away, leave the spirit..."

It seems that there are two souls in Yan Yuyan’s body!

At this moment, a maid's voice came from the door again: "Saint, the Spirit Lord is already urging me, I hope the saint will go there as soon as possible."

Yan Feng's eyes narrowed, and he made up his mind. No matter what, he could no longer let his sister stay in such a place. Here, she would lose her life at any time!

Moreover, it was a scattered soul!

Yan Feng's figure passed by Yan Yuyan like the wind. Before Yan Yuyan could react, Yan Feng held him in his arms and jumped out of the window.

In an instant, just as Yan Feng hugged Yan Yuyan and broke out from the sand castle, in a secret room of the sand castle, the woman in a black glass skirt, the spirit master of the spirit city, suddenly opened her eyes and had a strange smile on her lips.

The entire spiritual city suddenly shook at this moment, and a seven-color skeleton hundreds of feet tall slowly rose!
Chapter completed!