Chapter 1821 The Cursed God (2)

The Terran created by one hand betrayed them.

The demon who loves one heart, uses her...

At the beginning, Ye Qingying couldn't help but feel the magic of feelings when she saw the cursed **** and the demon.

But now, seeing it all, she can only sigh.

When Ye Qingyi returned to God, she found that the broken key had been held in her hand.

Although it has been damaged, although it has been hundreds of thousands of years, but Ye Qingyi can still feel the power of the half of the key.

The subconscious Ye Qingyi remembered the illusion and the other half where the key fell.

She immediately found the past, under a pile of tile, found the half key.

And the hand of the demon who was cut off by the cursed god, holding the key at the moment, even after hundreds of thousands of years, there is no sign of corruption.

Ye Qingyi took the other half out of the hand of the demon.

At the end of the illusion, Ye Qingxuan only saw a darkness, but where the paint floated, Ye Qingyi was not known.

Ye Qingying looked at the two halves of the hand, and vaguely noticed that there was a faint light on the key, and a coolness fell into her body along the palm of her hand, dispelling the hot heat.

Although I don't know if this key is useful in the future, even if it is broken, it is also an artifact. Ye Qing smashed them into their own space ring.

If she had escaped from this secret, she could study whether the key was useless.

If the key is just an opportunity to unlock the seal of the demon, then there is no need for the demon to take it away after the seal is untied.

Ye Qingyi swept in the secret room again and wanted to see if there was anything else.

When she walked to the corner, she was dumbfounded.

On the incomplete wall, there was a huge black shadow.

Ye Qingying couldn't help but look at the face of the shadow.

"Painting..."

The shadow was standing still on the wall, and the delicate and beautiful face was quiet and there was no wave of ripples, just like falling asleep.

"This day, the demon, is already dead." Xiaobaihu glanced at it, casually.

"Dead?" Ye Qingyi gave a slight glimpse.

"Before he died, he did something else." Xiaobaihu's gaze swept through the wall behind the coating.

On the incomplete wall, a huge totem was drawn, and the position of the Tufu station was just in the middle of the totem.

"It seems to be a certain ritual of the demon, but this totem is too old, even I can't recognize it." Xiaobaihu looked at the totem for a while, and did not study it.

"He was killed by the cursed god?" Ye Qingyi remembered the last scene of fantasy.

"This can be said to be inaccurate. This day the demon seems to be quite powerful. If you have said before, the cursed **** has only a little knowledge of the gods at the time, and may not be able to kill him." Little white tiger.

"How did he die? Is it difficult to commit suicide?" Ye Qing said,

"..." Little white tiger.

A demon who can even use his lover will commit suicide after he has regained his freedom.

"Well, it should have been killed by the cursed god. Didn't you say that the cursed **** had already gone away? There are so many hatreds in her heart, and the strength may be particularly scary." Xiaobaihu changed his mouth.

(End of this chapter)