"Hey, this is..."

Several people were pondering, and suddenly heard Long Tianao's voice, and when they looked around, they saw that the bodies of Jiang Chi and the others slowly turned into flying smoke, and finally, there were two storage rings left on the ground.

"Why did it go up in smoke?"

Yin Wuji was stunned for a moment.

"Whatever, there must be something good in this ring. ”

Qi Zhihuan didn't think about it so much, picked up the two rings, and stabbed them inside with mental power.

"It's too strong, I can't. ”

Qi Zhihuan didn't expect that everyone was dead, and his mental power was still so strong, so he didn't notice that he was bounced away for a while.

Lin Jiaoyang took the ring, her spiritual power was strong enough, and with a slight stab, she opened the ring.

Then he took out all the contents of it.

In addition to some exercise cheats, weapons and pills and other treasures, several of them fell to the ground, attracting everyone's attention.

"What is this?"

Yun Qi picked up one, opened it and looked at it, the expression on his face suddenly froze, his pupils constricted, he was shocked to the extreme, and his face was full of joy and sadness.

"Pear falls... Luo'er..."

Yun Qi opened his mouth and muttered, reaching out to rub the cheek on the portrait.

Qi Zhihuan frowned and said, "Your Majesty, what's wrong?"

"The person in the painting is a pear fall. Yun Qi's expression was sad, more than ten years have passed in a blink of an eye, and now when he sees the beauty of the year, for a while, he didn't even think of anything wrong.

Pear falls...

"Pear fell not seventeen years ago..."Qi Zhihuan was shocked, the fire that year, which burned for a day and a night, amazed the pear concubine of the entire Yun Kingdom, and it was from that fire that she died.

But now the portrait of Liluo suddenly appeared, still in the storage ring of the person in the Temple of the Dead, Qi Zhihuan didn't know what to think, and the ghost picked up a few other scrolls on the ground like a god, took a deep breath, and opened it.

After seeing the face of the person in the portrait, Qi Zhihuan breathed a sigh of relief, it was a strange beautiful woman, not his white moonlight.

"Mercy. ”

Wang Fu on the side took the portrait, with the same look on his face as Yun Qi.

And Long Tianao, the head of the Feng family, had different degrees of shock flashing on his face, and almost at the same time grabbed the rest of the picture scroll and opened it.

And the faces on the painting made them tremble completely.

Those are the women they once loved.

"Dad, this is ...... My mother?" Qi Yan looked at the other picture scroll Qi Zhihuan was holding in a daze, and asked as if he was a little uncertain.

"Yes, it's your mother. ”

Qi Zhihuan had an ugly smile on his face.

"My mother... How could my mother's portrait appear here?" Qi Yan scratched his head, he didn't have any impression of his mother, he just felt strange.

"They were originally from the Temple of the Dead, and coming to this continent was only arranged by the Divine Monarch, and after the matter was completed, they naturally returned to the Temple of the Dead. ”

Yi Ming said lazily.

"No, it's impossible, Fei'er obviously died in childbirth, how can everything be premeditated. ”

Qi Zhihuan shook his head, at the beginning, his white moonlight was in his arms.

"There are many means of the Temple of the Afterlife, and those who are dead are not necessarily dead, and those who are not dead are not necessarily alive. ”

Yi Ming said as if he had a point.

"In other words, my mother may still be alive. ”

The prince looked at his father as if he was happy and sad, and couldn't help but say with a serious expression.

The sinister is noncommittal.

"yes, alive. Wang Fu muttered.

"That's it, the most important thing at the moment is the formation, and the matter of the pear falling to them, let it go for a while, it will definitely have nothing to do with the Temple of the Afterlife. ”

Yun Qi rubbed the portrait one last time and carefully took it into his arms.

"Yes. Qi Zhihuan tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"Let's go, it's time for us to do something. Lin Jiaoyang dragged Yi Ming.

"Hmm. ”

Yi Ming nodded, hugged Lin Jiaoyang and disappeared.

This time, he was going to purify his blood himself.

"Well, get some sleep. ”

Yi Ming put Lin Jiaoyang on the bed, put his palm on her forehead, and said softly.

Lin Jiaoyang's mind was hazy for a while, and he immediately lost consciousness.

Seeing her close her eyes, Yi Ming's face immediately became heavy, and a wisp of spiritual power was separated, making a thin wound on Lin Jiaoyang's wrist, and his divine sense was closely watching the situation in Lin Jiaoyang's body.

The bright red blood with a burst of fragrance, connected in the air in a line, fell into the jade bottle on the side, just filled into a small half bottle, Yi Ming's face changed, and immediately sealed the wound.

When he saw the little man in Lin Jiaoyang's body, he opened his eyes suddenly, and his originally pink face quickly turned pale, and even began to grow old.

Hurriedly stopped.

After pondering for a while, he injected his spiritual power into Lin Jiaoyang's Yuan Infant.

With the replenishment of the Radiant Spiritual Power, the villain's face slowly began to turn rosy again, and finally, a few wisps of black mist flashed in those eyes that were exactly the same as Lin Jiaoyang's.

Seeing that there was no more abnormality, the glittering divine consciousness withdrew.

Touching Lin Jiaoyang's cheek, Yi Ming turned around to deal with the small half bottle of blood.

When Lin Jiaoyang woke up, he saw Yi Ming lying on the bed looking at her.

"What's wrong?"

Lin Jiaoyang rubbed his forehead, only to find that this time he didn't seem to feel weak at all.

"Alright. ”

Glitter took out the three drops of golden blood that had been purified.

"So what do we do next? Three drops, is that enough?"

Pursing his lips, Lin Jiaoyang looked at these three drops of blood and frowned, the entire continent, just three drops of blood, no matter how you look at it, it is not enough.

"Enough. ”

Yi Ming kissed the top of her hair and helped Lin Jiaoyang up: "Spreading with the formation can cover the entire continent, and at that time, the formation of the Temple of the Dead God will be lifted." ”

"Good. ”

Just like last time, when two different blood combined, a huge Bagua formation appeared in the sky, and because there was enough blood this time, the strength of the formation was much stronger than last time.

"Let's go, let's go up. ”

Yi Ming patted Lin Jiaoyang's head.

The two of them moved, flew into the air, and each landed on a formation.

Bursts of golden mist, wrapped in black, swept away in all directions.

"What's that?"

Qi Zhihuan looked at the huge gossip array in the sky and muttered.

"It's a formation! They made a move, and the formation of the Temple of the Dead was about to be broken. ”

Yin Wuji's eyes flashed with excitement.

At the same time as the Bagua Array appeared, the patterns of the Heavenly Flower also appeared one after another in various parts of the Kamikaze Continent, as if they were going to fight, and the Heavenly Flower rushed towards the Bagua Diagram in the sky.

However, with the blessing of Yi Ming and Lin Jiaoyang, this time the Heavenly Flower Formation did not please well, and it was smashed by three strokes and five divisions.

And at the same time as the Heavenly Flower shattered, wisps of mist were inhaled into the bodies of those who lost their minds, and it was only a second or two, and their eyes flashed and then they regained their clarity.

Looking at the knife in his hand, looking at the ruins around him, and looking at his companions who died under his hands, he couldn't help but squat down with his head covered one by one, and it was difficult to accept all this.

Did all this become like this in their hands?