(Xiwang Mountain, Fire Spirit Pavilion in the Zen Room of Elder Nanfeng)

Huo Ling'er has been sitting alone in the Fire Spirit Pavilion for nearly an hour. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Around him, several large baskets of flowers were strangely placed, so that the fragrance was overflowing in the Fire Spirit Pavilion. The atmosphere of the past, which was terrifying and oppressive, and filled with the pungent smell of fire, was much diluted by the fragrance of flowers. In the center of the flower basket is the gray-white ivory box.

When he was still a miserable soulless ghost, this secret room was not a little staying, and now whenever he thinks about the words "Fire Spirit Pavilion", his mood is still indescribably complicated.

The ugly word "lost soul" is usually just an analogy, but when it comes to him, it becomes a fact. His soul was sadly lost in Jiluo Mountain, and in order to keep his soul immortal, he had to fall into the fire and water, and waited for the opportunity to be reborn, and it was several years to keep it.

And after him, the Fire Spirit Pavilion ushered in a ghost king, Yun Ye Langjun.

Two soulless ghosts, one from the king of the ghost realm, reduced to a scarred prisoner, but the other has come to the bitter end, from the prisoner to the leader, become the leader of the Blue Wolf Alliance, and are marching towards the position of the overlord of the Six Realms with high spirits. This beautiful thing of feng shui in turn, it is finally his turn to fire the bell.

And the soulless ghost who followed in his footsteps into the water tank, but the real ghost king with full weight, is very different from Yunqing's fake. As soon as the war began, he was able to capture such a weighty prisoner of war, but the supreme glory of the Blue Wolf Alliance gave him the pleasure of revenge.

But whether it is glory or pleasure, these tastes, before he has time to enjoy them, the bold and ugly monster Yunqing dares to join the soul of the ghost king privately, and almost let him go from Xiwang Mountain.

Fortunately, he was well-informed and rushed to intercept him in time, so he didn't let the two of them succeed. After that incident, Yunye Langjun was transferred to the dungeon of Xiwang Mountain, guarded by heavy soldiers, and never thought of escaping from his palm again.

There are many secrets in the Fire Spirit Pavilion, and few people know about them. Today, he opened his screen and returned to this place alone, which means that there will be a new secret happening.

He was both afraid and full of anticipation for this secret incident that was about to happen - once he recited the mantra of Professor Nangong Xiang, Lord Xiangli in the ivory box would resurrect him. Although it was only half an hour, it was enough for him to collect the blood of the demon world from her.

The large water tank in the middle of the room, after being smashed by Yun Qing, has been cleared, and there is nothing in the Fire Spirit Pavilion. This spacious and private space was the perfect place for him.

In fact, secluded places abound in Xiwang Mountain, no matter which place, he can avoid people's eyes and ears, but he prefers to set the blood collection site in the sad place of the Fire Spirit Pavilion, this kind of contradictory psychology, even he can't explain it.

Not only that, but he did not hesitate to risk the poison of the giant insect corpse, personally ran into the old forest of Xiwang Mountain, picked several large baskets of delicate flowers, and then reverently placed the ivory box in the middle of the flower basket as if worshiping the Buddha.

After Nangong left, he always wanted to communicate with the soul in the box, but as long as he touched the lid of the box, he could feel that the box was shaking slightly. The shock, like being pricked by a fine needle, was numb and itchy, and it quickly spread all over his body, making him tremble.

He knew that Xiangli was expressing resistance in this way, so he didn't dare to force it, but only curiously longed for what this woman who had encountered something similar to him would look like if she appeared in human form.

has been deeply longing, and the determination to suck blood has begun to waver. He doubted that he would really be cruel to her in order to survive.

After hesitating for a long time, he still bit his lip, mustered up his courage, and spread his palms. When a red dot appeared in each palm, a thick cloud of green smoke floated out, and he then calmed it downward, so that a soft, sunny-like red light evenly enveloped the flowers.

The flowers were soothed by the warmth of the red light, slowly drifting away from the flower basket and spreading throughout the secret room. So in the blink of an eye, the strange Fire Spirit Pavilion was full of smoke and flowers, and it became a flower room like a fairyland.