Shock! How could the useless Second Miss be a spiritual god?

When the woman raised her hand to scare Huo Ling'er, a piece of her arm was exposed from under her sleeve, and Huo Ling'er saw the hideous scar on it with her sharp eyes.

Some were new wounds, while others looked like old wounds. The mixture of new and old was quite terrifying.

After scolding Huo Ling'er, the woman turned around and gently urged the white bugs: "My dears, eat faster, okay? I will feed you blood later."

The white bug understood what she said and gnawed at the door faster.

When Huo Ling'er heard her talk about feeding blood to the insects, she immediately thought of what the middle-aged man said about the ghost king eating people.

Her eyes suddenly turned cold, Chu Yueyao was still in her hands.

"Where is my friend? What have you done to her?"

The woman turned her head and glanced at Huo Ling'er and said, "Haven't you heard that the Ghost King eats people?"

"Of course I ate them bite by bite, and her blood fed my lovely babies."

Huo Linger looked at her and chuckled, "Really? But you don't look like a fool, so you think I'm a fool, or a three-year-old child?"

"If you dare to kill my friend, I won't help you save your lover."

Seeing the woman's expression crack for a moment, Huo Ling'er continued in a cold voice, "Let me think about it. You must have been waiting for the spirits here for many years, right? And you finally met me."

"So you don't dare to kill me. If you kill me, then you will have to wait for many years before the next person from the Eldar tribe comes."

Huo Ling'er looked calm and composed. Even when she met someone with higher cultivation than her, she did not lose any momentum.

"You are a spirit, you deserve to die! If you were not useful to me, I would have broken your neck when I met you. How could I keep you alive?"

The woman was very angry after she finished speaking, but she calmed down after a moment.

Huo Ling'er's eyes were cold and firm, as if she could see through all the lies and disguises. The corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a disdainful smile, as if she didn't care about the threat of this woman at all.

"Humph, I'm not scared." She said sarcastically, "Do you think I will be shaken by your threats?

Let me tell you, I won't trust anyone easily, especially a woman like you who has ulterior motives."

The woman's face turned gloomy, and she glared at Huo Ling'er fiercely, with a fierce light flashing in her eyes.

Huo Ling'er was not frightened by her threat. Instead, she straightened up and looked into her eyes.

"Don't try to scare me with this method," Huo Ling'er sneered, "I'm not the kind of timid person."

After Huo Ling'er finished speaking, she stood aside and observed the woman's every move.

The woman looked at Huo Ling'er carefully for a while, and suddenly smiled.

"His bone age is not too old, his talent is excellent, and his bloodline power is so strong?

No, you are not entirely of the Eldar race, you are also of mixed blood?" She said, her tone full of surprise.

"The spirits actually dared to combine with outsiders. They really are risking their lives. You don't seem to be that kind of person, right?"

Huo Linger frowned upon hearing this and said, “I don’t know what you are talking about. As for the spirit race, I am now my father and mother’s biological daughter, and have nothing to do with anyone else.”

The woman was silent for a while, as if she had thought of something, and the look in her eyes when she looked at Huo Ling'er suddenly showed more sympathy.

Given the moral character of the spirit people, how could they tolerate their fellow tribesmen having an affair with outsiders?

Then this little girl's parents might be...

The woman waved her hand gently, and a purple bell appeared in front of her.

Huo Linger saw at a glance that Chu Yueyao was sleeping soundly inside the bell. There were many people beside her. Their faces were all rosy and they looked very peaceful. They probably just fell asleep.

Huo Linger withdrew her gaze. It seemed that this ghost king did not kill anyone.

She captured people, only to have them fall into a deep sleep.

Considering the crisscrossing scars on this woman's arms, the blood she fed to the worms was probably her own.

"Is this... the Dream Bell?"

"This seems to be the treasure of the ancient Wind Clan. How come it is in this woman's hand? It's so strange."

Yan Yao suddenly spoke, and seemed to be talking to himself, and then fell silent.

There was a hint of surprise in Huo Ling'er's eyes. She didn't expect that such a small bell could be a magical weapon.

It seems that this woman's identity must be not simple. Thinking about the fact that she keeps mentioning the spirit race, can I find out some things about the spirit race from her?

Huo Linger made up her mind, and she gathered a ball of her own innate purple fire with the strange fire in her hand and swung it at the stone wall.

In a short while, the stone gate that had troubled the woman for tens of thousands of years was instantly reduced to ashes under the burning of the purple-red fire.

"you……"

The woman turned around and looked at Huo Ling'er in disbelief, and tears instantly flowed from her eyes like beads from a broken string.

"Your natal fire is also purple, and you have also contracted a different fire, right?"

Huo Ling'er nodded and walked inside, but after a few steps she found that the woman had not followed her at all.

"Hey, aren't you in a hurry? Don't you want to save people now?"

"I...you...please help me look at myself like this. Am I still beautiful now?"

The woman stood there, smoothed her messy clothes, fixed her hair, and stroked her face with her hand, feeling a little uneasy.

She seemed to want to take a step forward, but she was very hesitant when she took a step, and asked timidly.

"Beautiful, you are beautiful!"

Huo Ling'er looked at the woman in front of her and answered sincerely.

The woman was wearing a red wedding gown, her face was fair and delicate, and she looked to be in her early twenties. She was truly stunningly beautiful.

After receiving a positive answer, the woman finally felt relieved and walked in slowly.

Her face was filled with shyness and excitement, as if she was a girl who was about to get married and was happily preparing to meet her beloved.

As she went deeper, Huo Ling'er felt the air around her become more and more oppressive, and even her breathing became less smooth.

When they reached the deepest part, Huo Ling'er was shocked by the scene before her, a huge ancient formation.

The pressure emanating from the formation is extremely powerful, and its aura is vast and boundless.

In the center of the formation, a white-haired man was sitting there quietly.

A faint light emanated from his entire body, making him look as solemn and mysterious as a god.

He was also wearing a red wedding gown, exactly the same as the woman's red wedding dress.

Huo Linger couldn't help but widen her eyes and asked the woman beside her with a puzzled look on her face: "This is..."

Her eyes fell on the white-haired man in the center of the formation, and an ominous premonition surged in her heart.

"God Binding Formation!"

Yan Yao's cold voice sounded again, as if the words were squeezed out from between his teeth in an annoyed tone.

"what did you just say?"

Huo Ling'er was surprised and her expression changed instantly. She had seen this formation in a book before.

But why is he here, and why is there such a person trapped here?

Yan Yao gritted his teeth and continued to explain: "This formation is one of the eight great formations in ancient times. If it exists, the gods will be trapped. If it is broken, it will harm others and not benefit oneself. It is possible..."

"Brother Linghao!"

The woman suddenly let out a shrill scream, interrupting the communication between Huo Ling'er and Yan Yao.

Her eyes were filled with bitterness and pain, and tears burst out like a flood.

He quickly pounced towards the white-haired man in the formation, but was bounced back.

She stretched out her trembling hand and wanted to touch his face, but was blocked by an invisible force.

She slapped the barrier hard, crying out the man's name, as if she wanted to vent all her sorrow and pain.