Yan Mo wanted to warn Yuan Zhan, but he doesn't know where to start. Now he only knows that there is such a powerful person here, but he doesn't know what kind of person he looked like, what kind of ability he has, even whether he is a man or a woman. The six Hornless-people demon warriors stopped talking after mentioning that person, and they said they may leave directly after the break.

  In the cave, Yan Mo asked the python out of luck: "Do you know who they are talking about?"

  Python's cold-blooded and gloomy eyes look at Yan Mo. This human is very strange. He can communicate with him. No wonder he was told to help him .

  Sumen

  the Python and motioned to let him down.

  The python lowered its tail and let go of the child.

  Yan Mo was not surprised by the python's behavior of raising Sumen with its tail in violation of its physiological habit. He asked again, "Don't you know?"

  The boa constrictor didn't know who he was talking about. Before it was not bright today, many people came to the valley. Even he was shocked.

  "……" Snakes have no vocal cords and like to live alone. In addition to mating and being threatened, they rarely communicate with the same kind of people, and their communication methods are quite unique, such as making a sound by beating the ground with a snake's tail, or making a sound by spitting a snake's message, or leaving a smell.

  Because snakes rarely communicate with the same or different species, most people of the world think that snakes have no feelings. They think that they will not have extra feelings except for the threat of survival or mating period, so there is no need for communication. But is it true?

  Yan Mo looked at the boa constrictor. He doesn't hear its voice, but somehow he understands what he wanted to say: There are many people.

  "It should be a strange person. Maybe he can't get along with others……" Yan Mo looked at the python's "Serious" expression and felt funny. How can he expect a python to understand so much? ”Cough, do you find anyone who is alone? Just one person."

  The python understood this time, and motioned for Yan Mo to follow him.

  Today, the E-Lan Mountain Valley seems more lonely than usual. It is clear that there is sunshine in the valley. But maybe because there are too many trees in the valley, the whole mountain looked gloomy.

  "Sha! Sha!" The sound of the left being trampled on sounded, and a solitary figure appeared on the narrow path in the valley.

  Seen from a distance, this man has a slender body, strong limbs, nearly perfect body proportion, not many muscles, but more points to add and less points to reduce.

  When he is near, anyone who saw this person will probably take a breath of cool air.

  The man with a long stature and no age can be seen on his face was naked as the lowliest slave, and no obvious hair can be seen on his body. The most peculiar thing is that his whole body is covered with strange cyan purple patterns, even the sole of his feet, head, face, eyelids, between the feet and fingers of his hands, including the sexual organs, and his eyebrows are also covered. His facial features are partially hidden and so perfect. I don't know how long it took God to carve such a face carefully.

  Extremely strange, but extremely beautiful!

  As he walked along, his body suddenly danced and made a strange movement. At the same time, his mouth also sounded a low voice like fatigue and cold: "Sad traveler, let me send your soul to the embrace of the gods."

  The silent valley changes color in an instant!

  A great deal of the soul power of the black and red screamed from the trees not far to the right of the man in all directions of the valley.

  The voice belongs to the screeching of the spirit, which cannot be heard by the ears of the living, but can be directly pierced into the living's mind.

  Yan Mo in the forest subconsciously pulled Sumen behind him and sang: "The ancestor Above, I sacrifice with my energy. May these souls rest in peace. Go where they should go!"

  A large number of ghosts suddenly froze around Yan Mo. They seemed to be blocked by something. These black red ghosts revolved around a ball.

  As soon as the voice of Yan Mo's praying falls, Yan Mo's body emitted a large number of light spots. These light spots pass through the invisible ball shield and shoot into the dark red light of the ghosts.

  As soft as moonlight, the light points shuttled in the dark red light points, just like infection, those dark red light points also assimilate into the moonlight light points when they are seen.

  No! We don't want to settle down like this! We haven't got our revenge yet! We……

  The ghosts struggled to get away from Yan Mo. Some of them really broke away, even though their souls became more incomplete, some of them cried with great sadness.

  Don't disappear

  Don't turn it into nothingness

  Want to stay, want to live, even in this pitiful and pathetic way……

  The sad chant sounded.

  The beautiful man with tattoo on his body knelt on the ground and put his hands into the soil, making a sad voice.

  The spirits that break free are livelier. They seem to get strength from the men's lament.

  Yan Mo was in a trance. When the man's lament came into his ear, he saw some pictures.

  Nearly 500 of the Hornless-men were driven to the gloomy valley just because a Horn nobleman wanted to get a hundred human leg bones to hand over to the Bone Sculptor for his customized weapons.

  Five hundred living people were hoisted in the forest, and the Horn-people shuttled among them, comparing their thighs' length and curvature as if they were picking goods at a market. The person they are looking at will be cut open in the thigh whilst he is still alive, and the thigh bone will be taken out while he is still alive.

  Not all the leg bones taken out are suitable for the requirements, so more than 400 people have been cut through for 100 thigh bones.

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  After the leg bones were removed, the Hornless-men were not "Wasted". The Horn nobles found many Bone Sculptors, and he displayed the living materials like selling goods.

  So one part after another was cut open, and one after another the Hornless-men couldn't bear the pain of living to lose the bone and died.

  At last, there are only 500 pieces of rotten meat hanging in the forest. The black land is dyed black, red, black and red. The smell of blood and the smell of rotten soil are mixed together. With the special terrain here, the night and the morning here produce a very foul fog.

  The scene changed.

  A hornless woman with a big belly was carried into the valley by four of the Hornless-men, who were followed by two of them.

  The woman, with her head down, had no strength to struggle or cry.

  Four of the Hornless-men are afraid to walk in the mountain path. They needed to be whipped by the Horn-men behind them before they dare to continue to walk deep into the valley.

  Arriving at a depression, four of the Hornless-men were ordered to drop the pregnant woman.

  One of the two Horn-people came forward and tore off the woman's belly. The woman screamed and woke up in pain.

  With the baby still alive, his hands and feet are moving.

  The Horn-people, who used the knife, came up to the baby's legs and feet, and the baby cried loudly.

  What did the Horn-people curse? The tone was full of hatred and disgust.

  And the four people in charge of carrying people were scared to be silly after they saw the baby's shape! However, the inverted baby had a Black-Horn in the middle of his head, but there was nothing in the middle of his forehead, no third eye and no crystal.

  This is a hybrid, a hybrid of the Horn-people and the Hornless-women, the most sinful and dirty blood!

  The baby was killed, and four people who saw the secret, the Hornless-men, were not spared.

  The dying mother tried to crawl, leaving a bloodstain on the ground until she carried the baby's body into her arms.

  The third screen appeared.

  This seems to be an ancient battlefield. A large number of the Hornless-men and some intelligent creatures fight with the Horn-people in a valley.

  There are many demon warriors and witches in the Hornless-men, but their energy consumption is not enough to support them, and their yuan-crystals will soon be consumed in the high-intensity battle.

  Intelligent creatures are even more miserable. Many of them can't even replenish energy. If they can't use their abilities, they can only fight to death.

  On the other hand, though they don't have the demon warriors, their bone objects are no worse than their capabilities. Moreover, they have abundant yuan-crystals, sufficient reserve forces, and in place logistics, as well as replacement personnel and equipment.

  At first, the two sides were even, but soon the situation began to be one-sided. When the energy of the Hornless-men could not continue to fight, the result of the battle was clear.

  Most of the Hornless-people, the demon warriors, the witches and the intelligent creatures died, leaving only a small part of them to flee, but they did not escape too far. More than 90% of them were captured alive.

  The valley is full of corpses and burials!

  The Horn-people have retired. Maybe they need to rest and not move these bones for a while. But it wasn't long before someone came to the valley to collect treasure - it was a valley full of magic bones!

  The Horn-people came more and more, and the dead spirits in the valley watched the enemies who killed them, took even their bones, and their resentment increased. ……

  One scene after another flashed through Yan Mo's mind.

  Every time someone in the scene is killed, Yan Mo felt like he's killed again.

  Wake up! You have to wake up! Yan Mo shouted in his heart.

  This is not the same as the last wishes of Jiu Yuan warriors he saw. These scenes are so real that he can't distinguish reality from illusion. In this way, sooner or later, he will regard himself as a character in a scene. When he thinks he is a character, the character will die, and his brain will be confused and then brain will die!

  That tattoo man wanted to kill him in this way!

  He can't let the tattooed man achieve his goal. He has to pull the ghost power here. If he guesses right, the energy source of the man is the ghost. As long as he can move these ghosts, as long as he can

  “Listen to me, gods and spirits. I, Yan Mo, swear by my life that I will turn the Horn-people upside down, split them, weaken them and avenge you!"

  Three times in a row, Yan Mo's body was light, the pressure around his body disappeared, and the lamenting chant went directly into his brain can't be heard.

  "…… Interesting.” Tattoo man slowly from the ground, a ray of blood came from his mouth.

  It was the first time that his soul singing was interrupted, and those ghosts would not help him anymore.

  Even the high priest Hu-Lian, who had imprisoned him, had only used the bone chain cage that could block magic and soul power to trap him, but the Hornless-man could directly crack his ability.

  If it's in other places, it's OK, but this is the E-Lan Mountain valley. Since ancient times, it's a very gloomy place where many lives have been lost. No one who dares to come here at night and who dare can leave their lives here and never leave. Even the Great Witch of the Horn-people dare not come here at night.

  Some of the souls buried in the valley are beyond his control.

  But the man behind him not only avoided all the ambushes in the valley, but also found him and cracked his witchcraft.

  Does he want to kill that man completely at the cost of his life? Anyway, he has lived enough.

  "What are you doing all the way? Are those dances the Dances of Ancestral Sacrifice?”

  Just when the tattoo man wanted to make up his mind, there was a gentle and pleasant young voice behind him, which was very comfortable to listen to.

  The voice is like a clear spring, which can cool down the anger and excitement. The man's mood was calmed a little. He controlled his crazy idea of suicide, and lightly replies: “I am awakening the souls in this valley. As for the Dance of Ancestral Sacrifice, I haven't heard of it."

  The young man laughed, “It's nothing if you haven't heard of it. I think you just found that you can better use witchcraft through certain actions, right?"

  As the man turned around, he began to be interested in the person behind him, rather than just trying to kill the other person to finish the task quickly.

  “Brother, I don't think you are like a bloodthirsty and tyrannical person. Why don't we talk first?" Yan Mo asked the boa constrictor to help him look after Sumen and walked out of the woods to the man.

  Their eyes collided.

  Yan Mo secretly praised him. What a handsome man! Even the weird tattoo can't hide his beauty, which will make the big animal in his family see what it looked like to be jealous.

  Talk about the animal and he will arrive when he arrives! Yuan Zhan rushed out of the ground anxiously and grabbed Yan Mo. “Are you ok?"

  Just now, he "Heard" Yan Mo's call, and he thought he was in extreme danger, so he did not hesitate to give up the arrangement on the other side and rushed to Yan Mo as fast as he could.

  Yan Mo was helpless. "Did you come to me without asking for help?"

  Yuan Zhan can't rest assured, quibble: "You just asked for help, I heard."

  “I just woke up from na illusion in my heart!" Yan Mo said, but he was very happy that his little lover valued him so much.

  When Sumen saw Yuan Zhan coming, he ran out of the woods, followed by a python.

  Seeing the sudden emergence of so many creatures, the tattoo peerless beautiful man is a little bit uncomfortable. He took a step back and doesn't like to come into contact with too many living lives.

  The eyes of several creatures fell on the man.

  Yuan Zhan did not know what Yan Mo expected. He raised up his eyebrows as soon as he saw the man's appearance. He secretly compared the height of both sides and felt that he was taller and stronger than the other person, which satisfied him - what a man saw was not a face!

  When Yan Mo looked at the man carefully, he also heard the whispering voice in the wind: "Soul controlling old…… witch.”

  Yan Mo thought that he had a strange feeling when he saw the man at the first sight, similar to the feeling given to him by the Demon Abyss who had lived for many years.

  “I, Yan Mo, the priest of the Jiu Yuan tribe in the eastern continent." Yan Mo's right fist pressed his heart and cautiously saluted the Jiu Yuan to the man.

  The man was silent for a moment, “Si Tan, slave, rootless.”

  The two fell into a murmuring in silence.

  Yan Mo looked at Si Tan's body. The rich red blood spots entangle the man, just like adding a circle of blood color halo to Si Tan.

  Yan Mo is no stranger to these red blood spots. They will also appear in the battlefield near the Jiu Yuan. They are the obsessions left by the dead, or the souls of the dead. However, the color of each person's soul is different. Most of the red blood spots are the spirits of the dead who are unwilling and resentful.

  Si Tan stared at Yan Mo and suddenly took a step closer to him. There was a flash of surprise in the man's eyes, and his hand stretched out, as if to touch Yan Mo's cheek.

  Yan Mo stopped him.

  Yuan Zhan doesn't want to. Touch anything! I will beat you!

  Si Tan seems to feel the murderous air coming from Yuan Zhan. He reached half way and stopped, but did not put his hands down. The man's eyes were originally full of sadness, but at this time a little struggle of hope appeared. He murmured: “Gods mercy, you are so clean all around. Are you the purest soul loved by the gods in the legend?"

  "Ha!" he didn't expect that one day he would also be called to be pure soul. If The Guide know this, what expression would he make? Yan Mo laughed. However, he was more interested in Si Tan's “Mercy of gods", which was the first time he heard the word “Gods" mentioned by intelligent creatures after he arrived in the western continent.

  “Probably related to my ability." Yan Mo said frankly.

  "Can I touch you?" Si Tan asked strangely.

  “No." Its Yuan Zhan speaking.

  Yan Mo didn't feel hostility from Si Tan, and smiled: “If you want to see if my soul is pure, I can tell you directly, No."

  Si Tan didn't laugh, he was very persistent looking at Yan Mo.

  Yan Mo pinched Yuan Zhan's hand and nodded, "OK."

  He didn't fully believe in this person, but he could feel that the energy contained in the soul of the other party was very strong, maybe even stronger than Yuan Zhan! If this man, Si Tan, does his best to them, it's hard to say who will win. In this case, he would rather take some risks in exchange for greater benefits.

  Si Tan's hand finally landed on Yan Mo's cheek.

  Yuan Zhan's face is black enough to be used as ink.

  Yan Mo didn't dodge.

  Si Tan's hands are warm and his touch is soft, just like a father caressing his children, or a devout believer touching a God.

  "Hoo……" Si Tan's eyes are slightly closed, and he gently spits out a mouthful of air

  His body seemed to relax a lot, and his expression changed from sadness and silence to softness.

  “Exactly as I thought." Si Tan opened his eyes. "Your ability can make me more comfortable."

  Yan Mo understood the other person's meaning for a second, because he saw that the blood red light around Si Tan seemed to be fading.

  But Yuan Zhan didn't listen and feel good about it

  But his Priest Da-Ren and his lover even said to another man in front of him, “I can make you more comfortable, do you want to try?"