Those evil babies and evil children can feel the breath of Ling'er Mengying from afar, and Ling'er Mengying can naturally sense their existence. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Ling'er Mengying They didn't stay in the Six Ridges Holy Realm, they followed Xiao Yong and Mo Shusheng, those who could help, those who couldn't help, those who couldn't help, just look around at the scenery.

Ling'er Mengying and they are not the original residents of the Falling Soul Palace, they were sent here by their elders, according to Ling'er Mengying and their statement, their elders are using this noisy hall of the Falling Soul Palace as a temporary nursery place, and when those elders finish their work, they will come back to rescue them.

It's a pity...... Thousands of years passed, and they could not wait for their elders, even the servants and maidservants who had stayed here to take care of them died, and even they themselves were reduced to a different form of soul and thought.

Of course, these are things of the past, and there is no need for them to dwell on the sorrows of the past.

Now that they've all come out, it's time to take a look at this Fallen Soul Palace, which they've been in for so long, but have never visited.

Yes, they hadn't visited the Fallen Soul Palace, they were sent in a hurry, and as soon as they arrived, they were sent into the Hustle and Bustle Palace.

However, after noticing their existence, they are not in the mood to visit.

Those with low cultivation or those who are not suitable for battle will return to the Six-Sided Sacred Realm, and the rest will prepare themselves and review their spells, so as not to be in a hurry when facing those evil babies and evil children.

In fact, they have long been aware of the existence of evil children and evil babies, but there is no way, the various attributes and temperaments are diametrically opposite, and they are in the same noisy palace, how can there be a reason that they can't be perceived?

Naturally, this realization was a long, long time ago, so long that their physical bodies were still alive.

"I didn't expect them to come out of the noisy palace......"

Out of the out, out of the high, when you meet, you are superior.

Xiao Yong thought a lot, those evil babies and evil children couldn't leave the noisy hall for no reason, obviously someone took them out.

And this Fallen Soul Palace is not something that anyone can enter, and there are not so many coincidences, and when they enter, they just happened to choose the Hustle Palace.

"Xuan Zhuo?" Xiao Yong grinned: "Scholar, wait for you to enter the realm of painting paths." ”

It's "first" to enter, it's not that you can't go in or out, Mo Shusheng understands the meaning of Xiao Yong, Xiao Yong wants to treat him as a surprise soldier.

Scholar Mo didn't mind being a surprise soldier, and besides, he also wanted to go to the six-edged holy realm where there were ancient spiritual objects and scaly bears.

"That's ......" Scholar Mo still asked in advance: "What is Xuan Zhuo, are you going to die or live?"

Xiao Yong smiled and said, "Just leave his soul behind." ”

If he has a soul, he will be able to search for it, and he will be able to know what he wants to know.

The ink scholar raised the ink book in his hand and said with a smile: "It's simple. ”

The two of them besieged a Xuan Zhuo, and the matter was indeed simple, but looking at the ink book in the hand of the Mo scholar, Xiao Yong sighed lightly: "Why do you just get the name of the ink book, for fear that others will not know that you are a disciple of the Mo Sect?"

There are several old monsters left over from ancient times in the Interception Immortal Ridge, and the existence of such beings must know the Mo Sect, and the Mo scholar is going to participate in the great task of destroying the Intercepting Immortal Ridge, if the identity is exposed, there will still be more or less trouble.

Scholar Mo thinks about it and thinks this is the truth, but even if he Scholar Mo holds the ink book, it is more suitable, and if he changes the name of this ink book, wouldn't his surname have to be changed as well?

The ink scholar was not very happy, and then changed the name of the ink book.

Moshu is no longer called Moshu, and the one that goes to "soil" is changed to "Black Book", and the name of his Moshu to the outside world has also been changed from "Moshu" to "Black Shusheng".

The corners of Xiao Yong's mouth twitched slightly, and he didn't know how to express his opinion, Ling'er was small, and she was a girl, and she expressed her dislike for such a name without any scruples.

After expressing her dislike, Ling'er also gave a suggestion: "Uncle Mo, why don't you change it to 'Luoshu'?" It has the same sound as the 'Luoshu' in ancient times, and it is also in line with the things that you have been in this Falling Soul Palace for thousands of years." ”

Regardless of whether the ink scholar wants to or not, the "black book" that has just been renamed has become "Luoshu" again, and he has also changed from "black scholar" to "Luoshu".

Meng Ying said with a smile: "Scholar, scholar...... What a down-and-out scholar!"

Mo Shusheng can also be regarded as down, the sect where he is located is gone, and the people he knows are gone, if it weren't for Xiao Yong being the son of the Zhihua Sect that evolved from the Mo Sect, maybe because of this downfall, even if Mo Shusheng helped Xiao Yong get rid of the strange murderous things, he would not choose to leave, but would stay there and die alone.

Mo Shusheng was a little downcast, and in this downfall, he followed Xiaoyong's proposal and entered the six-sided holy realm.

Meng Ying realized that he had said the wrong thing, and his little face was a little embarrassed.

But because of these words, Ling'er thought of herself, and a sad look emerged.

Xiao Yong waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "Ladies and gentlemen, if you go a little further, you will be in the Fallen Soul Palace, if you think nonsense, I will throw you into the painting." ”

How can a person who wants to be foolish is a person who can fight with others? Xiao Yong is really afraid that they will not help, but will help some of them.

"Also, do you need magic weapons and weapons?" Xiao Yong patted his storage bag and said, "I still have some stock here, if you want to use it, I can lend it to you." ”

In fact, there are not many magic weapons and other stocks in Xiao Yong's storage bag, mainly because when he refined that set of bone shields, he consumed seventy-seven-eighty-eight.

As a result, he lent out the bone shield left behind, as well as treasures such as the giant hammer and the martial saint spear.

"But you have to say it first, these things are my magic weapons, and when you go out, you have to return them to me!"

The Martial Saint Spear is related to the control of Martial Saint Peak, and it can't really be given away, and that bone shield has a lot to do with the Thunder Guiding Array stored in the mouth of the Soul Snatcher, and it can't be given away for the time being, as for the giant hammer...... That's the best thing to make after Xiao Yong's body is huge, and if he gives it away, it will be inconvenient when he gets bigger in the future.

A group of young children held their mouths and snickered, of course, there were also Mengying in it, their eyes were full of light.

"Brother Xiao, how did you get these things? They are not ordinary goods! Especially this spear, tsk tsk! Even my second grandfather's halberd is beyond reach. ”

Ling'er held the giant hammer, and her eyes were full of light: "This hammer, this hammer consumes a lot of materials, and it must be very, very valuable!"

What kind of magic weapon can be left by Xiao Yong is not valuable? But at this time, their price is secondary, and the growth of their strength to bring Ling'er Mengying is the greatest embodiment of value.