Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 1227 The spirit array.

Sang Ling looked at the layers of mountains on both sides, and couldn't help sighing: "There are mountains everywhere, if they choose to fight here, it will be the most convenient."

"What a crime!"

These are all winding mountain roads, and there are no pedestrians on the road, only the two of them running alone on the road, and in this dense forest, it is easiest to set up formations.

Jin Tingxiao doesn't understand these magic circles, and he will step on them if he is not careful.

If those people had ambushed here earlier, although the two men Qiao Yu and Tang Min looked burly, they would be useless at all and would only give away their heads.

"Then why..."

Song Yang was just about to ask what to do, when he heard a scream, which startled a forest of birds.

The footsteps of the two people stopped, Song Yang looked at Sang Ling, his face turned pale: "This voice is Qiao Yu!"

It seems that, as Sang Ling said, Qiao Yu and the others are in trouble.

Without further ado, Sang Ling dragged Song Yang into the depths of the forest. There were two figures in front of him. Song Yang shouted in surprise, "Brother Qiao, Brother Tang Min, is that you?"

"Don't come here, there is an ambush here!"

Tang Min roared out, his voice hoarse, Sang Ling pulled Song Yang to stop, a cold light flashed in front of his eyes, and the whole forest was filled with thick fog, they couldn't see clearly what was going on ahead.

The gust of wind swept over, and the two of them couldn't stand, and had to retreat frequently. Even Qiao Yu and Tang Min kept retreating, and retreated to Sang Ling, where she resisted.

The thick fog dissipated and the gust of wind stopped. Only then did the four of them see the scene in front of them clearly, and gasped in unison.

I saw that the middle of the forest had become an open space, and there were more than twenty human heads placed in all directions of the open space, and those heads were all alive, bloody, with their eyes open.

There were sinister smiles on the corners of the mouths of those heads, and strange giggles, eerie and eerie, filled the entire dense forest instantly, and everyone felt their scalps go numb.

"What the hell is this?"

Qiao Yu's face turned pale with fright. He didn't believe in ghosts and gods. Whenever he saw such a terrifying scene, he was almost scared out of his wits.

Sang Ling's face was extremely ugly: "It's over, this is the spirit-storing array in Yin-Yang art, plundering the souls of mortals for his own use!"

"Psycho array?"

Looking at the bloody head on the ground, Tang Min was dumbfounded. He looked at all this in disbelief. He is also an atheist, and he has never seen such an evil formation.

He asked in horror: "Who set up this formation? What's the purpose?"

"Of course I want to plunder Jin Tingxiao's soul. He is trapped in the formation, but we can't see him." Sang Ling murmured in despair, "I am afraid that Fu Yuejun's side has also been sent into the formation now." Among them."

Everyone was stunned when they heard Sang Ling's words.

Song Yang looked at Sang Ling expectantly: "How can we open this formation?"

Now, we can only pin our hopes on Sang Ling, otherwise, no one will be able to rescue Jin Tingxiao.

Sang Ling looked sad, and shook her head weakly: "No, I'm exhausted too much spiritual power now, there's nothing I can do about it, and my spells can't restrain Yin-Yang spells."

After she said that, the hearts of several people sank immediately, and even Sang Ling couldn't help it. Then, who will save Jin Tingxiao?
Tang Min's face was very pale, he stared at those heads with wide eyes, and suddenly shouted in horror: "Okay, it's still fifteen today, if it gets dark..."

(End of this chapter)