When she first saw Song Yanqing, she saw him.
He has the ability of a verbal spirit master and is entangled by the Rakshasa realm. All signs indicate that he is not an ordinary person.
But he did not see any connection with the old era.
There is another possibility that the sound she imagined might be someone else's voice, but it was only because she was too familiar with Song Yanqing that she was heard as Song Yanqing's voice.
This possibility is, but not very good.
She was pinching the stone and still thinking about it. The scene in front of her eyes, like a mirror and a moon, changed in an instant. She heard Lu Ren's horrified voice: "What do you mean? Do you want to kill us?"
She narrowed her eyes for a moment and stood up in an instant. The surrounding scene had undergone tremendous changes.
She was in an underground palace, and Lu Ren in front of her was frightened and hated.
Zhi Mengmeng lay in the distance, and the other people also looked at her with shocked eyes.
Qiao Jin looked at his hand and looked at Lu Ren again. He only saw a ball of formations coming towards him, flashing with raging flames. She waved her hand and blocked it with a cold look: "Who did you say you want to kill you?"
Lu Ren gritted his teeth, "You want to kill us, but you pretend to be hypocritical, and you actually attacked behind your back!"
Qiao Jin instantly understood some problems and said, "I was not here just now. No matter what happened, what you saw just now is an illusion."
She just stretched out her hand and pulled it, and the red silk thread penetrated the sky and covered the entire underground palace with airtightness.
She glanced briefly and could only see that this was a magnificent hall, but it was all made of stone, and there were few shadows of post-era architecture.
Qiao Jin probably understood that this underground palace was the real 4,000-year-old ancient formation master.
"Do you say it's an illusion, it's an illusion?"
Lu Xian had a calm face: "You took action directly at Zhi Mengmeng just now."
Qiao Jin just glanced at them: "I want to attack you, it's impossible for you to go out alive."
In the red silk thread, there were already strange light spots flashing and fleeing. Qiao Jin looked at the combined formation and said in a deep voice: "It's just a lowest-level trick. You can't even see this, but it really makes me look at it with admiration."
The things made by tricks are fake, and she can't have her strength. She can kill these people silently, so why would she need such trouble?
Lu Ren: "You!"
His face turned red. Qiao Jin was too lazy to care about them and walked straight to the deepest part of the hall.
The hall was empty, surrounded by stones, and stone pillars stood at the corners of the walls. Kerosene appeared on the top of the stone pillars, as if it was originally burning fire, and should be used as lighting.
But after thousands of years, it has dried up into a black mass.
The deepest part of the hall is a high platform, and on it is a sarcophagus.
The sarcophagus has not decayed and weathered for thousands of years, and is completely closed, just as the mouth and body of the coffin were directly cast, without a trace of gap, and it is impossible to find a way to open it.
But Qiao Jin felt that the array point was here.
Chapter completed!