Ye Ling's movements were very fast. Even though her feet were all dark objects similar to human heads, she didn't care at all. She even kicked a black ball while running fast.

Her eyes were a little distracted, and all her mind was attracted by the fragrance of the tip of her nose. She didn't notice the golden light that overflowed from her palm when her legs touched the black ball.

The golden patterns on her palms were getting fewer and fewer.

Black spherical objects were also hung on the surrounding flesh walls. Some of the hairs on their surfaces were long and short. At first glance, they looked like human heads growing on the flesh walls.

Although he had no eyes, he seemed to be looking at Ye Ling below.

Ye Ling saw differently in his eyes.

She didn't see the black flesh wall beside her, nor did she see the dense "human heads" under her feet and on the flesh wall.

In her sight, this place was no longer inside the giant beast, but a sunny valley. There was a clear spring in the valley. The fragrance was scattered at this moment.

Ye Ling stopped by the spring water.

Her throat slid, and seemed to be extremely thirsty.

Squat down and Ye Ling's hand was about to reach into the spring water.

A warm current suddenly flowed through her throat. The feeling of thirst disappeared for a moment, and Ye Ling suddenly woke up.

There was no spring water in front of her, but a pool of blood scented with a fishy smell.

On the pool of blood, countless heads were rising and falling.

Her pupils shrank, and the facial features of those heads were slowly being covered with black. There were sparse hairs on the covered area, as if the scalp grew on the face.

"Vomit." Ye Ling couldn't help but vomit.

Only then did she see clearly. There were countless heads under her feet, extending from her sight, densely packed and boundless.

She vomited even more.

There are at least a thousand heads here.

Their facial features disappeared, leaving only black heads, as if one ghost after another was unwilling to accept it. Even though they had no eyes, Ye Ling could feel their gaze.

Malicious.

Disgusting malice.

It's very similar to what I felt on the stone platform before.

Ye Ling wiped the corner of his mouth, and it was obvious that the blood pool in front of him was inseparable from these people's heads.

It is very likely that these people are like her, thinking that the clear spring they saw is a blood pool that kills human life.

But what is the warm current just now?

Ye Ling took a few steps back.

She tried not to touch the head under her feet.

This blood pool should be very important to the giant beasts.

Ye Ling moved his wrist and another sword appeared in her hand.

She picked up the sword and pulled the nearest head into the pool of blood.

With a plop, the head fell into the blood pool and was actually rejected.

"Is it because there is no need for the energy inside?" Ye Ling guessed.

Ye Ling looked at his palm again, and the golden patterns were less than one-fifth.

The blood pool is the end of the road in front of you, and there is no other way.

If you don't think of any solution.

Ye Ling calmly recalled everything that happened after entering the stone cave, whether it was the attacks encountered on the stone platform, the sudden appearance of the stone man, or the awakened giant beast, all of this was related to the golden pattern in his hand.

This kind of golden pattern seems to be a proof of entering here, and it also seems to be the unique power here.

Giant beasts and stone men all rely on this kind of golden pattern to huo                                                      

The most important thing is right in front of her, the golden pattern on the palm of her hand.

The power absorbed in the blood pool is probably the power of golden patterns.

But the patterns are just patterns, just like the characters written and the paintings drawn. Ye Ling used to draw patterns on the coffin on the notebook, but there was no abnormality.

The golden talisman produced power at this moment, not only because this writing rule conforms to a certain law between heaven and earth, but there must be other reasons.

The runes written on the coffin she saw were likely to be the power of seals, while the power of the stone man on his face was the power of huo                                            �

In some cases, this pattern will cause different forces of heaven and earth depending on the writing method, but as long as you start writing, you will form some kind of force like spiritual power, witch power, demon power, etc.

Ye Ling tried hard to recall the characters on the coffin. After picking a few characters, he pointed his left finger at the palm of his right hand.

There was no change on the fingertips, although the index and middle fingers of the left hand had touched the light of the palm of the hand.

Ye Ling began to write it in stroke by stroke.

She chose the first character on the first line on the coffin.

As soon as I drew a stroke, the golden light fluctuated faintly.

Ye Ling's eyes lit up, and it seemed that her judgment was correct.

This kind of golden talisman power can only be activated with the same rune.

The golden light began to slowly approach her fingertips.

But Ye Ling could not draw the second stroke, as if there was some force in the dark to stop her from doing this.

Ye Ling took a deep breath, surged all over his body, and stroked his fingers hard.

boom.

She heard a sonic boom coming from her body.

The sweet smell instantly surged into her throat.

There are twelve strokes in the first character, and she only drew the second stroke.

More and more golden lights rushed towards her fingertips. Ye Ling was unstable and couldn't help but take several steps back and almost fell to the ground.

And with the golden light at her fingertips, the head under her feet and the pool of blood in front of her seemed to have started to move.

The hair began to fall on the head of the person closest to her, and as soon as it fell to the ground, it turned into black ashes and stuck to the ground.

A few blood bubbles surged in the blood pool, as if someone had lit a fire below.

Ye Ling gritted her teeth and continued to stabilize her left hand. The golden light on the palm of her right hand became thicker and thicker, as if she was following her movements, which also attracted the golden patterns from other places.

Subconsciously, Ye Ling made a third stroke.

The third stroke was even more difficult. Blood was oozing from the corners of Ye Ling's lips, and fine cold sweat covered his forehead, and his whole body seemed to have just been fished out of the water.

A minute passed, her fingers were trembling, but she couldn't continue to move on. It was obvious that the traces of that stroke had been simulated countless times in her heart.

It was unknown how long it had passed, but a head under her feet had turned into black and gray, leaving only a black trace on the ground that seemed to have been burned by fire.

The blood bubbles in the blood pool in front of him were increasing, as if they were boiling, and the heads inside were undulating violently, and some even melted directly into it.

Ye Ling's finger moved down about one centimeter again.

This time, not only was there bleeding from the corners of his mouth, but Ye Ling could no longer resist the fishy sweetness in his throat, and he coughed and vomited blood.

But the third move was only one-tenth of it.

And before Ye Ling began to draw the first rune, another place inside the giant beast's body.

Duan Qing looked at a pink sarcoma in front of her with a serious expression.

This sarcoma is translucent, and through layers of twisted texture, you can vaguely see a pink bead the size of a fingernail inside.

"What Master said should be this thing." Duan Qing murmured.

His right hand was still carrying his big knife, and his left hand was holding a porcelain bottle. The lid of the porcelain bottle was covered with sè talisman paper, and the talisman paper was filled with dense small characters with fly heads.

Duan Qing bit the tip of her tongue and spewed out a mouthful of essence and blood. The essence and blood fell on the talisman paper. In an instant, the talisman paper disappeared without a trace, and a sharp breath surged out from the porcelain bottle.

Duan Qing opened the bottle cap quickly and wiped it with her hand. The blood poured out of the bottle was instantly applied to the blade of the big knife.

At the same time, a piece of talisman paper that was exactly the same as before fell between Duan Qing's sleeves. The talisman paper seemed to be guided and immediately fell on the bottle cap. Before the sharp aura had spread, it had been re-entered into the porcelain bottle.

The blood of the sword also disappeared at this time.

Duan Qing breathed a sigh of relief as if she had finished something extremely important.

"It's really not easy to explain what Master told me." Duan Qing put away the bottle and lifted the knife, "I just don't know how the woman named Ye Ling is doing."

"It must be a great disaster if you are swallowed by the devouring beast."

Ye Ling's affairs flashed through Duan Qing's mind for a second, and the next moment he put all his mind on the important things in front of him.

The "pearl" is slowly shrinking, like a human heart, a seductive fragrance slowly seeping out through the sarcoma wrapped in the "pearl".

Just by smelling this smell, the spiritual power in Duan Qing's body was about to move.

He licked his lips: "If I could swallow this thing."
To be continued...