Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

As soon as I stepped here, the cold from the shop made my limbs stiff, as if the whole person was frozen in an instant, unable to move.

Until Chang Yin reaches for his hand and pats him on the shoulder, Cheng Xiu's body warms up in an instant, and he can move again.

"Come with me." Changyin smiles at him and takes the lead in stepping on the stone bridge which is only enough for one person to stand up. At the bottom of the stone bridge, a bubble appears from the molten slurry, which seems to be splashing on people at any time, instantly turning the things they touch into ashes.

However, it's really cold here.

After staying for a long time, it gave birth to the illusion of not knowing whether it should be cold or hot.

At the end of the stone bridge is an altar, where many people have been waiting. In the middle of the crowd, there is a bronze coffin, which is open.

As soon as Cheng Xiu saw the bronze coffin, his heart jumped fiercely. He didn't care to act in front of Changyin, so he quickly walked towards the bronze coffin.

When he got close to him, he lowered his head and saw Rong Shen lying in it with his eyes closed. Cheng Xiu's pupils shrank violently.

"Deep!" Cheng Xiu bent over to hold her.

The man next to him suddenly clasped his shoulder, and someone else closed the bronze coffin.

"What are you doing?" Cheng Xiu looks at Changyin.

Changyin doesn't doubt Cheng Xiu's reaction. She just asks people to lift the bronze coffin to the highest place of the altar, and then says to Cheng Xiu, "sacrifice her to the devil, and you will live forever."

"The devil?" Cheng Xiu suddenly began to laugh. Originally, it was just a low laugh, but the laughter also stopped suddenly. He looked at the long tone, and his tone was treacherous: "the devil you said I'm really curious. "

When his voice was falling, the two people who controlled him turned into ashes in an instant, and suddenly there was a trace of evil in his eyebrows and eyes.

"Who are you?" Chang Yin's face changed, and then she stepped back for a long distance until she came to the stone bridge. She watched Cheng Xiu, her legs trembling, unable to restrain her fear from the depths of her soul. She wanted to kneel down to the man in front of her and submit to him.

To this moment, her previous high above all become extremely funny.

She's trying to make this man her slave!

Cheng Xiu stood in the same place, and his robe turned into ashes for a moment. There was a flash of disgust between his eyebrows and eyes, but his voice was still gentle, which made people afraid, but he couldn't help indulging in it.

"You make me very unhappy." It's like a lover's murmur, but it's a cruel declaration of her death.

Chang Yin's eyes widened, and her body moved forward uncontrollably, not toward the stone bridge, but toward the occasionally purring molten slurry.

It's obviously the chilling temperature, but at the moment when she was near, it burned her clean and didn't even leave any ashes.

The long sound that gave them eternal life is dead, but the people in white cloaks don't seem to care at all. There is no expression on their faces, only numbness.

Among these so-called slaves who have been immortal, Cheng Xiu saw the Abbot's face. There was no smile on his face that made people put down their guard, only greed.

Ruddy face suddenly greasy disgusting, he walked in the front, together with the rest of the people in white cloaks, toward Cheng Xiu around.

Even if Cheng Xiu's breath made them fear, they had become puppets and lost their consciousness. Their body listened to a voice in their mind.