Chapter 2005 Devil

Solemn and solemn, shocking.

It was like coming to a fantasy world.

Among the monks, if Gu Weimian was not mistaken...

It was Huo Yan.

The man knelt on the ground with his back to her.

As if he heard the movement below, he turned his head and glanced down indifferently.

The two looked at each other.

Gu Weimian lay on the ground in embarrassment, watching Huo Yan turn his face back indifferently.

She was stunned for a moment.

The glimmer of hope that she had always held in her heart suddenly disappeared at this moment.

Her brows were tightly frowned.

Before she could stand up, the supervisor behind her kicked her in the back again.

"Okay! The people are here.

A tall, thin man in a black suit and slicked back hair walked out of the corner.

The man looked at Gu Weimian with cold eyes.

He put a finger deep inside and gently moved it toward the location of the molten lava.

The supervisor nodded and looked at Gu Weimian, with a bit of nervousness on his face.

But in a moment, he became ferocious and cold.

He pulled Gu Weimian's shoulders.

Gu Weimian suddenly laughed out loud,

"In the soul-calling ceremony, can we sacrifice people who have sold themselves to the devil? "

Her voice was louder, barely covering the sound of chanting.

She ignored the hand on her shoulder and suddenly pulled a chain from her neck.

Before anyone could see clearly, she threw the chain into the lava.

The chanting sound that had been going on before was actually a little disordered.

The aura in the entire cave changed a little.

It was suddenly a little hotter than before.

Gu Weimian's blood was surging, but he endured it and lowered his eyes to chant the scriptures.

She started chanting.

The chanting sound, which was already unstable, began to be intermittent.

The older monk in the lead opened his eyes,

"It's the Rebirth Mantra!"

He looked at Gu Weimian.

Every time Gu Weimian sang a scripture, his body felt like it was on fire.

But he gritted his teeth and recited it word by word.

Huo Yan, who had been kneeling on the ground, finally stood up at this moment.

He walked to the edge of the pagoda and looked down, his voice cold,

"Do it. "

Gu Weimian stared at Huo Yan coldly.

Before she could speak, the old monk spoke first,

"No."

Huo Yan frowned and turned to look at the old monk.

The old monk looked at Gu Weimian in doubt, his fingers moving quickly.

And the other monks behind him, without his leadership, gradually found it difficult to maintain, and the chanting stopped.

Huo Yan's face became more and more gloomy.

He walked back to the bottom of the pagoda.

Gu Weimian noticed that there was an ice coffin under the tower.

She couldn't see the specific appearance of the ice coffin, she could only vaguely see an edge.

She could only see that Huo Yan's face became extremely ugly.

The man turned his head and looked at the old monk,

"What's going on!"

The old monk had sweat on his forehead, he lowered his eyes and asked Gu Weimian below,

"What did you throw into the magma!"

Gu Weimian didn't answer his question, she was concentrating on chanting her sutra.

Huo Yan suppressed her anger,

"Is it important what you threw? "

The old monk nodded hesitantly,

"It shouldn't be a simple thing, otherwise it wouldn't have such a big impact. If we can't figure it out, the situation will only get worse and worse, and it will affect the subsequent rituals..."

He didn't go into details.

But the meaning was already very clear.

Gu Weimian had a sneer on his face.

What she threw... was a small silver devil's cane.