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Chapter 102: Gaze

Han Feng'er frowned slightly, and intuitively felt that the evil spirit surged into the sky in the darkness, causing her blood to rush backwards. It was really uncomfortable. But at this moment, her curiosity was far superior to the others. The woman's stone statue was really a mysterious existence in her heart. No matter what, she should take a good look at this stone statue.

The next moment, her eyes fell on the stone statue.

This is a beautiful woman, right? Han Feng'er said so gently in her heart.

Her graceful eyebrows were thinly placed on her eyes, and her face, like a melon-like face, had slightly hard lines. Her lips were pursed, and her eyes were determined, just like after thousands of disasters, she finally made up her mind. But her face and her expression were strangely gentle, a little sad, and a little sad.

Can the wind and frost of thousands of years be worn away from the beauty of the past?

Who are you standing alone in the years?

Han Feng'er looked silently, slowly stretched out her hand, touching the stone figure woman, and didn't notice it. Behind her, just as her hand touched the stone figure, suddenly white energy emerged, gradually condensed, gradually gathered, and gradually gathered, showing the fierce spirit.

Under her hands, it turned out to be rough stones, and the scars hit by countless years of gloomy wind, cold snow, wind and rain seemed to be exposed under Han Feng'er's white hands, and from the stone statue, it was passed on to her palms and into her heart.

What kind of woman is this woman?

Han Feng'er seemed to be crazy and was deeply attracted by the woman's stone statue.

Behind him, the fierce spirit had completely appeared, with an angry look on his face. The huge sword was raised high, and suddenly shouted loudly and slashed down suddenly!

The darkness was endless, and only the sound of the whistling wind was getting more and more shrill. The lich walked in the dark corridor of the ancient demon-suppressing cave, like a ghost walking towards the Nine Netherworlds.

The ancient caves became wider and wider, but the darkness around them became deeper. Walking on this cold and terrifying road, the lich could even close his eyes and walk forward.

For many years, he has wandered here alone, but now, he has finally changed his destiny with his own hands.

Perhaps, there are the fates of countless people in the world.

The cold wind roared, right in front of him!

A little light suddenly lit up in front of him. Although the light was so dark, it was particularly eye-catching in this darkness.

The lich stopped.

The faint light flashed gently in the darkness, bright and unstable, like a call, like temptation, like desire, like ridicule...

The wind blew his black collar, just like countless years in the past, he stared at that place.

Many years ago, he also stood here, but at that time, there were brothers beside him, and there was a figure who seemed to be able to block the heaven and earth even though he was thin.

But now, he is the only one lonely figure.

"Empress..." He lowered his head slightly and called out this in a low voice.

Then he floated forward and threw himself towards the faint light, like a moth.

The gloomy light was so great that the cold wind in the ancient cave suddenly became violent. There was only a little light that slowly dispersed from that place, slowly illuminating the surroundings.

On the bumpy ground, rotten white bones fell everywhere, and there were also beasts. The huge cave walls and hard rocks showed countless dense and crisscrossing cracks under the gloomy light, as if they were torn apart by people, which was shocking.

In the darkness, there was a sound that echoed gently in the deepest part of the faint light with a cold chill.

"You're back..."

The tail sound is very long and echoes between the rock walls of this ancient cave.

The lich didn't say anything, he just stood in the light, stood for a moment, then stretched out his arm from his black clothes, and in his hand, there was a black staff with bone jade inlaid.

"roar!……."

A roar suddenly boiled in the ancient cave like a thunder. The darkness around him instantly retreated, and the depths of the darkness flashed in the blink of an eye, like countless tentacles of demons, shouting and roaring towards the lich, towards the two holy tools.

Even the stone walls of the surrounding ancient caves that have been around for millions of years have begun to shake continuously at this moment, and large and small stones have fallen down one after another.

The howling and shrill wind sounded like a longing, breathing heavily at this moment.

"...Do you still remember what the Empress looks like?" The Lich looked at the dazzling light with his claws in front of him, and suddenly said quietly.

In the strong light, the flashing light seemed to freeze suddenly.

The lich's black clothes were hustling in the strong cold wind.

Even his voice sounded so erratic: "Her stone statue is still standing on the entrance of the cave outside..."

There was no sound in the depths of the light, only the unrestricted light that shone the figure of the lich in a flash.

The lich said nothing, slowly floated up and into the depths of the light.

An open flat land suddenly appeared. It was completely different from the outside. Most of the hard stone walls were intact, but there were many huge bones on the ground, and most of them were intact. By counting carefully, there were as many as thirteen.

These thirteen bones with different shapes and radiating demonic energy circled in a circle from a distance, all of which were inside and outside, as if they were guarding something. There seemed to be a cold gaze in the dark and empty eye holes.

As the figure of the lich suddenly appeared, it began to approach this strange circle. Suddenly, a sour "member" sound appeared in the cold wind. A few heads on these white bones actually began to rotate, slowly turned around, and looked in the direction of the lich.

At this terrifying time that almost made people's heartbeat stagnate, the lich seemed to care about these terrifying skeletons. His eyes were only looking at one place from beginning to end.

That is the center of the circle surrounded by thirteen white bones.

A life-sized white bone lying quietly on a white jade platform that was only three inches tall. Unlike the skeletons around it, the human-shaped bone was covered with silk. I don’t know how many years have passed, but under the faint light, the color of the silk is still extremely bright.

And all the bright lights around this, even the whistling wind, were emitted from this white bone.

The lich slowly drifted closer to the bone.

The light flowed, and the strange light was long and short, as if in the dark, there were eyes staring at him.

Around them, all the thirteen white bones suddenly made "members" sounds, almost as if they were resurrected together, with their heads turning, and their deep eye holes staring at the figure of the lich.

The next moment, the silk rose into the air and floated in the air.

There seemed to be a low roar of Shen Mo, and in an instant, a dazzling light shone out from under the silk, whistling in all directions like an unstoppable arrow.

With a "Woo!", the lich even felt the light rushing through his ears with the surging demonic power.

The violent wind, mixed with a gloomy sneer, began to echo in this ancient cave.

The thirteen skeletons suddenly raised their heads together and roared towards the sky!

Under this strange atmosphere, the lich slowly fell in front of the white bones. In the white light, there were five broken places clearly on the life-sized bones, namely the right hand, the left ankle, the throat bone, the skull, and his entire spine were gone.

At this moment, reflecting the light from the bones, a white bead was placed on his right hand, a jade plate on his left ankle, and a ring was placed at the place where his throat was broken.

The lich slowly pulled out the bone jade embedded on the black staff bit by bit, and then gently placed him on the head of the bone. In the middle of the forehead there, there was a broken small hole. The bone jade was not biased and just put it in.

In the darkness, there seemed to be some sound, and a call was called from afar.

The lich's body suddenly trembled, and his whole body shook, and the light reflected in his eyes, like two burning white flames.

Whose soul and body are burning that flame?

He seemed to scream softly, but no one heard clearly what he was saying. The next moment, he placed the black staff in the middle of the bones and at the spine.

Suddenly, everything stopped.

The howling wind stopped, the dazzling white light disappeared, and the dark waves of the boundless sea rushed up silently and submerged everything!

Who is waiting silently in the darkness?

That deepest darkness or the dawn of fantasy?

Everything calmed down, just like the desolate silence that had never changed since eternal. The bones stopped shouting and became silent.

A voice sounded quietly in the deepest part of darkness and silence!

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang bang!"

...

It was the sound of the heartbeat, full of new vitality, and the surroundings were still pitch black, but the magical heartbeat sound gradually amplified, slowly, the sound of gurgling water began to flow.

No, it is not the sound of water, it is the rushing blood, whistling out of the heart, dancing wildly in the dark with endless joy and unstoppable momentum.

After countless years of sleep, the endless coldness has passed, and the warmth has been warm again!

Who is it, quietly breathing in the darkness?

The rushing sound became more and more violent, like a confined soul that condensed the cry of resentment for millions of years. Every drop of reborn blood was full of madness and rebellion!

Slowly, the strange noises around began to sound, the solid stone walls shook again, and the bones in the dark shouted again to welcome the reborn demons.

Only the lich, his figure was hidden in the darkness, feeling the invisible demon in front of him, and the resurrection of soul and flowing blood.

That feeling almost swallowed him up...

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the huge force smashed the hard ground into a big pit. Han Feng'er flew backwards and almost avoided the attack from behind, her face couldn't help but turn pale.

The stone statue woman just now seemed to have magical powers, attracting all her spirits and souls, and completely forgot about the things outside her body. However, when the storm sounded up on her head, a little instinct from years of hard practice suddenly woke her up, and she rushed out almost without any trouble, and then she was lucky enough to save her life and come back.

Han Feng'er was still breathing, and suddenly the wind sounded softly behind her. The fierce spirit had already followed like a bone-attached cone. Its body was only composed of invisible white energy, but the huge giant sword and shield were in his hands, and it was like a child's toy.

Han Feng'er knew that she was powerful and did not dare to take it. She flashed and hurriedly hurriedly hurriedly hurriedly hurriedly hurriedly driven Han Feng'er from the ancient cave of the Demon Suppression.

As soon as it landed, Han Feng'er turned his right hand and the white Mang suddenly rose. The magic weapon, the White Mang Blade, had already been put out and held in the palm of her hand. She dared not take it lightly at all when facing this fierce ghost.

However, although she was focused and alert, the fierce spirit drove her three feet away from the ancient demon-suppressing cave and did not catch up with her. His invisible body still floated beside the stone statue woman.
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