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The sudden sound blocked Zheng Guan's entry into the square inch realm, those two words were low and dumb, mournful, if they had traveled through thousands of years, with endless fatigue and vicissitudes, it was inexplicably sad.

She followed the sound, and her eyes passed through the gray moonlight, and she arrived at the nameless palace that rose from the ground, brightly lit, and majestic, with a full moon on the eaves and a sprinkled starlight.

"Illusion", Zheng Wan thought to himself, the sun and the moon in the square inch boundary are connected to the outside world, just last night was the Emei moon, but now it is a full moon here, it must be an illusion.

"Don't be afraid, enter the hall", the voice then sounded, Zheng Wan saw that the people of the two caves of the Tui Committee and the Jiben were already standing outside the hall, and they were being led into the hall by the fat monk.

There is no Mr. Painted Bone here, probably in the temple.

Zheng Guan was hesitating to enter the hall, and the voice rose again, "I have no intention of harming you, I can only ask you." ”

Having said that, since the owner of this sound is a monk in the Transformation Period, what can he ask her to do, but this place is mysterious, if she doesn't enter the discovery, she is unwilling, unwilling to compare with her life, the latter is too important.

Perhaps moved by Zheng Guan's hesitation, the voice said again: "Help me, forbid to pass on to you." ”

Could this person be the one forbidden by the source? This is Zheng Guan's biggest thought after hearing this.

For immortal cultivators, if they can meet the most pinnacle monks, it is an honor and a desire. Zheng Wan also has this kind of desire, she admired the ancestor of the ban very much before, of course, this admiration is only based on the ban he has planted, and at this moment this desire is about to come true.

The man's words were the greatest temptation to her.

Fei quickly thought about the stakes of this matter in his mind, and finally decided on a result: go!

As long as you can enter the square inch realm, this is the last life-saving magic weapon. If she doesn't go, she will regret it for the rest of her life.

The palace is beautiful on the outside, but it is empty and unadorned, with only a few red pillars reaching to the sky, and you can look at the moon when you look up.

Zheng Wan lightly touched the material of the palace, feeling that it was true, if she was extremely sure that this was an illusion, she would have been deceived.

"Wait a minute." The voice rose again, and Zheng Wan did as he said.

In a corner of the hall, there is a piano, after Yunshuang enters the hall, he goes straight into the piano case, Mr. Painted Bone is already in the hall, the monks surround him in several circles, layer upon layer and spread out to sit on the ground, obviously very skilled.

Mr. Painted Bone glanced at Yunshuang, and Yunshuang played the piano.

As soon as the piano sound came out, Zheng Wan felt familiar, this melody is five points similar to "Hate the Wind and Rain", obviously changed according to "Hate the Wind and Rain", and this song was played by Yunshuang in a special way, and it seems that there is spiritual power between the notes.

"There is hatred in this song, and when it encounters blood, it kills the sound", Zheng Wan remembered Yun Ying's words at the beginning, when she played this song, the listener was obsessed, and at this moment Yun Shuang integrated spiritual power into the notes, and the monks in the hall looked stupid.

Mr. Painted Bone and Mr. Fat each took out a small piece of wood from their storage bags and held it in their hands.

The first time she heard the sound of the piano, Zheng Wan didn't feel anything, but after a while, she felt that her head was dizzy, and at this moment there was a familiar feeling of coolness coming from the acacia bracelet, she hurriedly checked the acacia bracelet, only to feel that its inner source would continue to reveal a coolness, refreshing people's spleen, peaceful thoughts, and nothing else special.

When the monks were all obsessed, Mr. Painted Bone sat down cross-legged.

"He's searching for souls with soul searching." The voice rings in my head.

He should be referring to Mr. Painted Bone, Zheng Guan thought to himself, the soul search technique is usually one-on-one, and there are more than 200 monks here, how to carry out Mr. Painted Bone Even if he comes one by one, the damage of the soul search to the spell caster itself is not something he can bear.

"His soul is very special, although it is a foundation, but it is as powerful as the Jindan monks, and the souls of these monks are already affected by the Tao Sutra, they are flawed, and they are in a state of obsession, and the sense of resistance of their own knowledge is not strong, and there is not much difficulty in the performance of the soul search technique, and the soul search is only a superficial work, and it does not involve the inner layer of the soul, so it is not difficult to reach one to two hundred."

This person actually knows about the scriptures, if he is not a person from Chaoyun Sect, who is it? Thinking of this, Zheng Wan couldn't help but lift his heart again. Since he is a member of Chaoyun Sect, why did he speak out to Hao for help?

At this moment, a faint murmur came from the mouths of some monks, as if they had suffered some great pain.

Mr. Painted Bone took out an oversized jade slip from the storage bag, half a person tall, and burned information into the jade slip from time to time.

"He examined the changes in the souls of the people, and then he absorbed the Taoist scriptures of the monks."

Suddenly, Zheng Guan understood the source of the thousands of Taoist scriptures he used at the beginning, which was absorbed and stored in the super-large jade slip by Mr. Painted Bone, and then compressed into the ordinary jade slip by the forbidden master, perhaps the owner of the voice in front of him. It's just that today's Tao Sutra came from the ancestors in the Tui Wei Cave, so where did the Tao Sutra used by the first batch of monks in the Tui Wei Cave come from? Zheng Guan faintly felt that it would be another heartbroken cage.

Mr. Bone's series of movements are nothing abnormal in the eyes of outsiders, and if it weren't for the explanation of the voice, Zheng Guan would not have been able to understand so much.

By the time the Yunshuang Qin finished playing, it was only a quarter of an hour before Mr. Painted Bone stood up, and dozens of monks around him had already bled and died on the ground.

The rest of the monks seemed to have been accustomed to this, and left the palace quietly.

Sympathy, pity, and sorrow also need to be built on the basis of ability, in the face of survival, nothing is worth anything, this truth, they understand more thoroughly than her.

When only Mr. Painted Bone was left in the palace, he dropped the huge jade slip and said loudly, "It's troublesome." ”

The voice that had been in Zheng Guan's mind sounded clearly in her ears this time, less tired, less vicissitudes, just calm: "It's good to go." ”

Then Mr. Painted Bone brushed his sleeves and left.

For a long time, the palace was so silent that it seemed to be empty.

"Come out, they're gone." The voice said.

"Then you have to be sincere and withdraw the illusion", Zheng Wan responded, saying that the illusion was also to let the other party know that it was not simple.

The sound was silent for a while, and then the image of the palace gradually dispersed, revealing the original appearance of this place, but it was a simple stone room, and there was only one corridor around, probably Xiyong. But there is a stone platform in the room, and there are chains at each of the four corners of the platform, leading to the back of the platform. With black hair and an extremely wide white robe, he slowly got up, swirling around the cave with the crisp sound of chains, and turned around.

Zheng Guan could see that his figure was thin, his hands and feet were locked, his eyebrows were full of sorrow, and his eyes did not have much brilliance, but they were different from ordinary people's dark green color.

Even so, he was a peerless sight, for he smiled quietly and gently at him all the time.

Her gaze passed through his side, and behind the stone platform was a pool of clear water.

"You should also remove the hidden armor ban." He said.

Zheng Xiao immediately withdrew the ban, she understood that whether to withdraw or not to withdraw actually had no effect on him, but her withdrawal of the ban, his withdrawal of illusion, were the prerequisites for the next transaction.

He beckoned to her, "Come and sit." ”

Zheng Wan sat on the ground, "You can also hear this speech." She couldn't figure out the person, and staying away made him feel more secure.

"I beg you to save my child." He fell to his knees and bowed his head.

Zheng Wan was taken aback, the other party was a god-transforming monk, and he guessed in his heart that this person was the other person who was forbidden by him, and he also had a trace of admiration for him, and he couldn't care about any sense of security, so he immediately stepped forward to help him up.

He then clasped her hand.

Zheng Wan frowned, and was pulled by him to sit on the stone platform, he smiled slyly, "Isn't this coming?" ”

But she saw the sadness in his slightly narrowed dark green eyes, and he said quietly, "Listen to me tell a story." ”

This sentence seems to have a thousand words, pressing on Zheng Guan's heart. He didn't say a word, she knew it would be a terrible tragedy. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) )