A gray and quaint aura overflowed from the door, waking up the North Stygian.

He jumped to his feet, his feet apart, not caring if the red robe could cover his white thighs.

"How do you know the formula? This was privately passed on to me by Lord Beiming, and no one knows about it! You...... You, you, you......"

Jun Qianxi glanced at him and said, "Who reads the mantra with a tone particle?" Silly! ”

Bei Minglang was petrified instantly, this girl actually said he was stupid? Is he stupid?

"Xiao Langlang, you are really stupid, the little beast thinks so too!"

A certain small beast slipped under his wide open feet and followed in the footsteps of Duanmu Ming and Jun Qianxi.

"If you don't come in again, the door will close!"

Bei Minglang was full of excitement, and hurriedly dodged into the door.

Looking at the people in front of them, they couldn't help but shout: "I am the lord and you are the guest, how can you dominate the guests?" ”

The two of them ignored him!

"Hey, hey, I'm talking about you, the people in front give me zhanzhu!"

Still no one paid attention to him......

Bei Minglang was injured, he was the pavilion master of the North Hell Pavilion, and he made Lingxiao Palace and the Imperial Spirit Hall feel like the enemy of the North Hell Pavilion Pavilion with a little movement, for Mao was repeatedly ignored on his own territory, even if he ignored it, he also felt deeply despised!

He inhaled and exhaled......

Hmph, we are the Pavilion Master of the Northern Underworld Pavilion, and we don't have the same knowledge as you......

Finally finding a reason to comfort himself, he flew up and followed: "Wait for me ......"

The space appears to be entirely built in mid-air, surrounded by transparent glass, with clouds visible from outside.

There is no imaginary heaven and earth spirit treasure here, only a lonely tomb behind the thick clouds.

Jun Qianxi stood in front of the tombstone, which was engraved with the words "North Underworld......

She inexplicably felt that her eyes were hot, she subconsciously squatted down, and her bony fingers gently slid along the word "North Hell......

"Hey,......"

Bei Minglang saw Jun Qianxi's movements in a hurry, and ran up with a shout.

The little beast secretly stretched out its claws......

"Ah......h

Bei Minglang was easily tripped up, and the little soldier in his hand flew out instantly.

A strange thing was discovered, the figure of the little soldier actually disappeared into the grave!

And the originally vacant space on the tombstone slowly recessed, as if someone was carving words invisibly!

"Bing!"

Jun Qianxi whispered softly, the word zuihou appeared was actually a soldier!

The Northern Soldier, is it based on the name she gave to the creep?

Her heartstrings were shaken violently, was the person buried in the grave a small soldier?

At this moment, her soul contract with the little soldier was broken!

Her face turned pale in an instant......

There are countless images in my mind, the situation when I meet the undead creep on the island of the dead, and the soldier sacrifices his life several times to save her......

Two lines of tears slipped down her face.

"Let's go! Let's go! ”

Clear tears fell onto the tombstone, and soon disappeared, as if absorbed by the tombstone!

"Big sister...... the tears in the eyes of the little beast couldn't help but fall, "The little soldier was sucked in, is the little soldier dead?" ”

Jun Qianxi felt a strong pain in his chest, no, no, isn't the little soldier an immortal undead soldier king? How could it be dead!

However, she could no longer feel the existence of the soldier's soul......