After Ghost District and Ling Xuanluo walked out of the ancient tomb, they also bid farewell to him and went to the barracks to inspect the soldiers' drills. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Lingxuanluo couldn't find Jiang Nanjun all over the mountains, so he had to step on the sword and return to Jiluo Mountain alone.

From the first day he became an immortal, various blows and challenges followed, making him overwhelmed. In this kind of incident, the death of his uncle Zhuxing can be said to be the deepest blow, so that he has not been able to come out of his grief to this day.

In addition, there is Sanya, she has been controlled by Nangong Xiang into a zombie, how can he save her, and how will Nangong Xiang use her?

While feeling sad, while walking against the wind, there was a grotesque voice ringing in my ears, "Water Bell, after thousands of years, we finally meet again!"

His thoughts were interrupted by a strange sound, and he suddenly shuddered under his feet and stopped.

He furrowed his eyebrows, first stopped the sword and stood still, then turned his ears vigilantly to listen for the movement.

The voice was so sharp and thin that it did not seem to come from a man, but like a mosquito's moan, it swirled through the clouds, and then it went away, and there was no second sound, so that for a moment it was difficult for him to distinguish the distance of the speaker.

"Who are you?" he couldn't hear the clue, so he simply shouted, but when he looked around, he never saw anyone, and his heart was very strange.

His voice was grotesque, and the content of what he said was even more confusing, and he said to himself: "I have been separated for thousands of years? I have no impression of this person, how can I be separated if I haven't met?

As soon as the words fell, the strange voice sounded for the second time, and it got a lot closer, and he smiled: "You Shui Feng really forgot your roots, why don't you even remember your fire dragon brother!"

"Brother, Fire Dragon?" his heart sank fiercely, and he already had a premonition of who it was, and at the same time, a powerful hostility was gradually approaching.

He immediately put himself on guard, and the dantian qi in his body rose, and in an instant, a sword qi pierced his arm.

However, he didn't dare to be 100% sure that it was him, so he still tried first, "I don't know what you're talking about, don't hide like this if you have the ability, pretend to be a ghost, it's best to show up quickly and let me face you head-on!"

The voice sounded in a very good mood, and he replied in a relaxed tone: "Okay, if you are in such a hurry to see me, I will come out and let you take a closer look at whether I am born with you and are a little similar." ”

At this point, the clouds began to roll in and split in both directions. The sun shone from behind the clouds, so that between the separated gaps, a dark gray shadow cast obliquely.

Immediately after, the owner of the shadow, a slender and upright young man with an extraordinary bearing, leisurely paced out from behind the clouds.

This person looks similar in age to Ling Xuanluo, and he is also born with sword eyebrows, eyes like ink, lips like red cherries, and handsome. It's a pity that such a look, with the dark evil nature, seems extremely discordant, and destroys the heroic spirit in vain.

Judging from his eyebrows and figure, he is indeed somewhat similar to Ling Xuanluo, but he is much more graceful and luxurious when he is dressed.

I saw a delicate gilt crown on his head, half of his hair was tied up by a gilt crown, and the other half hung down to his waist like black jade.

The figure of more than seven feet is wrapped in a honey-colored wide-sleeved brocade robe, and the cuffs and side seams of the brocade robe are embroidered with gold threads. The waist is tied with a moire belt of the same color, and a pair of gold selange brocade boots with a white background are pedaled on the feet.

His head-to-toe dress, the only thing that attracted Ling Xuanluo's eyes was the ornament hanging from the treasure belt. It was a crystal clear bell, and in the bell was carved a delicate little dragon, the dragon's mouth was wide open, but the mouth was empty.

This bell, Ling Xuanluo is too familiar, the size and transparency are exactly the same as his water phoenix bell, when he is not wearing the battle armor, he has never untied his bell from his waist. (To be continued.) )