The three of them stared at the moon, the burning moon g.

The moon slowly twisted, and the flames eroded the moon's body. The full moon slowly contracted and turned into a crescent moon. The crescent moon seemed to be struggling, emitting a burst of black smoke to resist the erosion of the flames.

Long Junchen kept changing the seal with his hands and kept chanting in his mouth. The flames became more and more prosperous, the moon was burning red, and the three of them were also red by the temperature overflowing from the talisman paper.

Just as the moon was shrinking and was about to turn into a small red dot, an inaudible "click" came from the soles of the three of them.

Long Junchen felt the ground trembling slightly, and Bai Chenxiang and Qingdie also felt it. They both felt tight and immediately looked at their feet.

The originally beautiful bluestone slab cracked a gap for no reason, and black gas continued to radiate inside. The ground under Long Junchen's feet was divided into two. Before he could react, he exclaimed and fell down the crack. Qingdie and Bai Chenxiang had no time to pull Long Junchen, and also fell into the expanding crack.

At this time, the moon dissipated, and the originally quiet real dragon sculpture moved its body for no reason, and a dark dark light burst out from its eyes, and the three of them fell into the crack.

The pit was not too deep. About three seconds later, a man's muffled groan came from the pit, followed by the screams of two women, and then two puffs, coupled with the woman's terrified cry, the man suddenly disappeared.

Before Long Junchen could react, his two fragrant buttocks pressed heavily on him. I don’t know if it was because something was pressing him or something soft was pressing him, which made his face turn red and he couldn’t breathe.

After Bai Chenxiang and Qingdie screamed, they found that it didn't hurt at all. They just felt something under their butt. They touched it with their hands and found that Long Junchen was pressed underneath.

The two women quickly got up and helped Long Junchen, who was breathing rapidly, from the ground. Long Junchen struggled to stand up, patted his dizzy head, and quickly dispelled the distracting thoughts that rose in his heart.

His head became a little clearer, and Long Junchen felt an unusual pain in his butt. It seemed that he was pushed by something sharp when he fell down. He touched it with his hand and couldn't see what it was. Qingdie re-lit a long dark candle with understanding. Only then did he see that the sharp thing was actually a piece of white bones.

Bai Chenxiang immediately covered her eyes and leaned back. As her feet moved, she seemed to kick some bones scattered on the ground. She was shocked and frightened. Suddenly, her hands fumbled on the wall touched some smooth things, which was a little smelly. She felt disgusted and said tremblingly to the Qingdie beside her: "Qing, Qingdie, you, come and see what this is?"

Qingdie asked Long Junchen to throw away the human bones, frowned and lifted Changming Zhu to the direction where Bai Chenxiang was. When he looked closely, the three of them, including Long Junchen, felt a chill, and they felt a chill on their backs.

The three of them gathered on a row of white outer skins, with an attractive oil on them. The three of them were shocked. There was a row of genuine leather wall skins in the acupuncture under the True Dragon Altar. Long Junchen came to his senses first and plucked up his courage to reach out and touch them. The texture of the skin was very soft, but with a slight touch, red water oozed out of the skin.

Just as Long Junchen was observing, Changmingzhu next to him accidentally lit a part of the outer skin, and a small ball of flames baked on the skin. The green butterfly let out a whistle and moved Changmingzhu backwards. The flames on the skin were extinguished in a short while, but after the flames were extinguished, brown water droplets seeped out from the surface of the thing.

"Corpse oil!?!" Qingdie's face was terrifying. Without holding his hands firmly, Changmingzhu almost fell to the ground. Long Junchen had already smelled the corpse gas that spread in the air and also saw the corpse oil. Seeing Bai Chenxiang beside him, he looked at the two of them in confusion and explained in a low voice, "This corpse oil is only available in human skin."

A simple sentence, it was like a tiny needle, piercing the most sensitive acupoint of Bai Chenxiang. Her pupils suddenly tightened. She looked at the white human skin in front of her, smelled the disgusting smell in the air, and spit out in one mouthful, and took two steps back. Her face was pale, and her chest was fluctuating violently due to fear.

Long Junchen and Qingdie's faces were also not very good-looking. Qingdie glanced at Long Junchen, frowned, and forced the stomach juice churning in her stomach. "This ghost king is so powerful. He even knows how to use human skin to refine corpse oil. But I don't know what he is doing?"

Long Junchen looked at the row of white human skin walls extending into the darkness, held his chin with one hand, and pondered for a moment, saying, "This must not be done by the Ghost King, it should be done by the people under his command. Using corpse oil to control living people and drive away yang energy can make it easier for those little ghosts to possess and bring living people here. Just like the two shrewd boys in shrouds we saw before, without corpse oil, with their pitiful cultivation, some people may not be able to possess them easily, but with this thing, it is two different things."

"No matter how low the cultivation level is, it is easy to possess a person with weak yang energy." Qingdie narrowed her eyes, lightly tapped her chin, and agreed with her words.

The place where they fell was just at the edge of this acupoint, so there was only one passage that could pass through, and the crack was pitch black. The three of them resisted the urge to vomit and tried not to look at the human skin wall, and walked along the passage towards the depths of the darkness.

Along the way, the light of Changming Candle was swaying, and the sound of gurgling could be heard faintly around. Bai Chenxiang hugged Qingdie's arm tightly, and Qingdie followed Long Junchen step by step, looking around with his eyes tentatively.

Long Junchen looked at the deep and endless acupoint, and always felt that it was a monster's mouth, and there was a hint of tension uncontrollably. He pulled out the peach wood sword, protected it vigilantly, and slowly groped forward.

At this moment, two giant wooden doors suddenly appeared in front of the three of them. The door frame was made of stone. Under the door, there was a large cylinder several feet apart, which seemed to support the soil. There was a long stone step far away from the door, like a white jade road leading to the Tianhe River, which looked very solemn.

Long Junchen swallowed his mouth. There was such a mysterious underground world under the real dragon altar, which made Long Junchen very strange. Bai Chenxiang and Qingdie were also attracted by the magnificent staircase and a door, and stood there in a daze.
Chapter completed!