Alluring His Wife: The Evil King's Fifth Consort Chapter 623

Baili Qingcheng looked at Mu Jin's terrifying face and his heart suddenly went cold. The biting cold from his entire body drilled into's pores, seeping into his bones, as though he was standing in winter. The cold frost extended from his bones all the way to his four limbs and bones, causing him to tightly grip the sword and tremble slightly.

"If not for you, Wei Yuanwei would not have died!" Mu Jin roared with a voice that was like the G.o.d of death.

Other than hatred, there was brutality and bloodl.u.s.t in Mu Jin's eyes.

It had been a long time since such a gaze had appeared on Mu Jin's face.

The word "kill" from Mu Jin instantly caused the battle to once again sink into an intense state.

Baili Qingcheng had thought that Mu Jin would definitely lose this time.

But when Mu Jin said that, Mu Jin's power seemed to be encouraged, the situation suddenly changed.

Baili Qingcheng had always thought that he would win in terms of numbers, but he had always overlooked one point. This was a battlefield designed by Mu Jin, so naturally Mu Jin would be in control of everything.

When Shang Li pretty much finished cleaning up, he found Feng Yin, who was hiding under the bed.

Feng Yin's entire body was trembling as he tried to cover his ears with his hands. His expression was extremely ferocious and filled with fear.

Seeing Feng Yin like this, Shang Li knocked him out with a slap.

By the time Shang Li brought Feng Yin to the lakeside, countless corpses were lying on the green gra.s.s. The bright red blood had dyed the entire soil and gra.s.s red.

It was extremely shocking.

"Bada", the Maitreya's mask on Baili Qingcheng's face fell down, breaking into two.

Blood flowed out from his forehead, his sharp eyes looked at Mu Jin in disbelief, opening his parched and white lips, as though he wanted to say something, but before he could, Baili Qingcheng had already dropped in front of him.

Shang Li looked at Mu Jin's pair of blood red eyes, staring blankly at the corpse for a long time.

He had only seen this kind of Mu Jin twice. The first time was after the death of the Ju'er and the second time was this.

As the wind blew past, the air was filled with the sweet smell of blood. The corner of the crescent white gorgeous dress on Mu Jin's body was lifted by the wind, like a blossoming peony flower, it was gorgeous and gorgeous.

Shang Li walked in front of Mu Jin and threw the Wind Roar on his shoulder onto the ground, then looked at Mu Jin with the same bloodthirsty gaze.

It sounded like an inquiry, but more like an inquiry.

However, Mu Jin's bloodshot eyes directly leaped off Shang Li's body, as he walked past him with a strong killing intent.

The only person that could make Mu Jin become like this was probably Wei Yuanwei, right?

Shang Li looked at Feng Yin on the ground, then followed Mu Jin and left the place.

Wei Yuanwei's body that had already fallen asleep was like a leaf drifting with the waves, allowing the water to roll her body deeper into the whirlpool.

The moment they entered the whirlpool, Wei Yuanwei's body emitted two dazzling rays of red light, s.h.i.+ning from the bottom of the lake to the surface.

However, after only a few seconds, the red light quickly disappeared.

At the same time, the whirlpool closed up and the whirlpool returned to normal. It was as if the hole had never appeared.

A torrent of water, as thick as a vat, flowed down from the verdant peak of the mountain. It was like a long, silver silk that could never be cut off, hanging upside down from the Heavenly Maiden's loom.

The explosion sent up millions of splashes of water, which turned into rainbow-colored droplets under the sun.

Meanwhile, a huge, serious, human-looking sculpture was standing on top of the gus.h.i.+ng waterfall and stream. It was about two stories high.

In front of the statue, there was a large group of people kneeling on the ground. The group extended from the stream all the way to the bottom of the 3000 steps. They stood up straight and kneeled between the rocks and the stream, their expressions solemn and solemn.

During this time, besides the sound of the stream and the chirping of birds, even their breathing was very careful.

Today was the annual sacrificial ceremony held by the underworld clans. The members of the underworld clans kneeled down in front of the sculptures according to their status.

The closer they were to the sculpture, the more important their status became.

The pool of clear, dark blue water in front of them was the entrance to the underworld clans.

It was this seemingly ordinary pond that separated the outside world from the underworld clans. For the past hundred years, the people of the outside world had tried their best to find the underworld clans, and quite a few people from the underworld clans wanted to use this pool to leave the underworld clans.

However, this was a pool full of myths and legends. Only people with spirit pearls in their hands could cause a whirlpool to form. Once the whirlpool was formed, a hole would appear in the bottom of the pond that was connected to the outside world.

This was why people in the outside world could not find the hidden clan's gate. Even if they found it by accident, without the protection of the Spiritual Bead, they would only drown in the lake.

People who had spirit pearls could return to the underworld clan from the outside, but not everyone would be able to leave the underworld clan through the whirlpool.

If he wanted to force his way out of the underworld clan and open the whirlpool to the outside world, then he would die too!

As for the reason why the yearly sacrificial ceremony was held today, it was because no one could open the gate to the whirlpool today.

Standing on top of a waterfall, there were three high priests wearing large ceremonial robes. They had white hair, and their faces were solemn and dignified.

When one of the High Priest walked forward and was about to announce the start of the ceremony …

On the other hand, countless small whirlpools emerged from the calm water, slowly forming into a huge whirlpool.

Due to the appearance of this whirlpool, the sacrificial ceremony became even quieter.

The three High Priests on top of the mountain all had serious expressions on their faces. The clan heads and clan heads kneeling in front of the sculpture looked at the rising whirlpool with even more shock and seriousness.

Who in the world could forcefully open the vortex door in the outside world?

The three High Priests stared at the water while the solemn scene became even more depressing, causing them to be unable to breathe.

When the whirlpool disappeared, a woman wearing a flowery robe appeared from the bottom of the pool.

"This is the result of forcefully opening the vortex door!" The High Priest looked at the corpse and solemnly announced.

When everyone lowered their heads, the surprise on their faces returned to piety.

The "corpse" that was initially floating on the water seemed to have awakened from a dream. Wei Yuanwei raised her head and looked at the scene in front of her;

A head of long, wet hair was tightly stuck to the back of her head and in front of her forehead. Drops of perspiration dripped from the top of her head and fell into her eyes.