Ling Xuanluo reluctantly said goodbye to Xi Mutong and left the Flying Fire Streamer Wall. When the pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info came back, he kept holding the purple flowers sent by Xi Mutong in his hand, but because the speed of light in the streamer channel was too fast, when he stood on Mingzhu Peak again, there was only one bouquet of flowers left.

He was so distressed that he stomped his feet vigorously, for fear of damaging the flowers again, so he quickly slipped back to the Floating Life Hall before dawn, and carefully sandwiched the flowers into the Secret Guide of Pointing to the Heavens.

After clamping the flowers and putting away the books, you have to hurry up and go into the Xuanbing Cave to get the cicada incense.

Coming to this familiar ice cave again, after the busy hive, he stood in the ice cave where the cicada incense was refined.

The starry light, which symbolizes the essence of heaven and earth, is still shining and shining. A few years ago, the urchin who went to capture the stars out of curiosity has now grown up and taken on the heavy responsibility of guarding the entire Jiluo Mountain and even the Six Realms.

He lamented that things were wrong, but he didn't dare to fall into contemplation again and waste precious time, so he had to shake his head vigorously to look at the rows of dried incense.

Although Jiluo Mountain was empty due to the war, the bamboo leaf spirit boy who did chores did not withdraw with the immortals. They are different from the immortals, they are rooted in the soil of Jiluo Mountain, and even if they die, they will never abandon the mountain and flee. So Jiang Nanjun couldn't bear it, so he could only put them outside of the Qingshan operation.

Since the miscellaneous servants are here, the work of making cicada incense and ice candles has never stopped, batch after batch of incense and candles are made, and then stored in the warehouse, these bamboo leaf spirit children are looking forward every day that the war will end sooner and the people who use these materials will go home quickly.

From a row of incense that had been dried and was about to be taken away, Ling Xuanluo took out a large piece of his palm, and rushed to the door of the fairy tomb to see if he could still collect a drop of Xuantian water.

It seems that God bless Jiang Nanjun, although the two Xuantian toads have been accompanied by the Burning Ice Palace of the Tomb of Despair, there is still a small pool of Xuantian water stains on the ground - its temperature is so low that it will not dry up, let alone evaporate.

The water was too cold, Ling Xuanluo didn't dare to touch it directly with his hands, so he gave birth to Zen power with his fingertips, absorbed a drop, and shook it to lead the cicada incense in his palm until the water droplets penetrated into it.

As Xi Mutong said, with just a drop of Xuantian water, such a large piece of incense began to soften and thin, and in the end it became a beach incense mud, and he had to hold it with two hands.

The mud was cold, and he felt very comfortable holding it, so he used the hem of his robe to support it, and he freed his hands to rub the mud pills. When this work is completed, tear off a piece of the placket and wrap the cicada incense medicine, and put it properly into the sleeve, even if it is done.

Jiang Nanjun's situation is urgent. He couldn't wait to step back to Xuanyuan Mountain with the elixir and start treating him. But as soon as he raised his feet to leave, his eyes reluctantly looked at the Ice Gate of the Fairy Spirit Tomb, and he walked in involuntarily.

It's a small, icy burial chamber, and it's all the same.

The Horned Dragon Tooth Mirror stood still, although it was still firmly sealed, but since the mirror soul was taken away, the seal was actually meaningless. It's just an ordinary mirror now, and it doesn't get anywhere anymore.

Next to the dragon tooth mirror, Xi Mutong in the ice coffin is still a sleeping beauty. He leaned down, pressed his cheek affectionately, and closed his eyes to enjoy the chill that had penetrated his heart and lungs.

"Aunt Shizu, you have experienced so many tribulations, Xuanluo is really hard to say, whether you are still alive or not. But please believe that as long as possible, I will wake you up at any cost and let you go back to Jiluo Mountain! No, it's back to the Tomb of Despair, right? Because where there is a master, it is your home......

When talking about "home", the word "charm bag" broke into my mind again.

Xi Mutong's reaction to the talisman bag was not enthusiastic at all. Is her coldness related to the death of her master? But what is the content of the poisonous curse?