Mu Xueyan spit out blood again, the light in her eyes dimmed, her figure fell to the ground, her red lips moved, and a few broken words overflowed.

"Mu Luoying......"

Jun Qianxi clearly read these three words from the shape of her lips, her expression was awe-inspiring, hasn't Mu Luoying become a sword spirit? Could it be that something happened during the battle just now that she didn't know?

Just as she was puzzled, the vanishing scroll in mid-air reappeared, and a golden light fell on her.

Her body slowly levitated into mid-air, and at this time, her pupils shrank, and she saw a phantom figure appear on the sword beside Mu Xueyan, which was Mu Luoying.

She tilted her head and smiled murderously at Jun Qianxi, and then burrowed into her body on the ground, which had lost her breath.

"Resurrection of a corpse?"

As soon as these four words appeared in Jun Qianxi's mind, the scenery in front of her began to change, and when she regained her vision again, a magnificent tombstone appeared in front of her.

This tombstone seems to be the one that appeared on the snow.

The soldier beside her stared at the tombstone with its skull on its back, and it unconsciously moved to the bottom of the tombstone.

It reached out and wiped it in the lower right corner of the tombstone, as if looking for something on it.

"Little creep, what's wrong with you?"

"Little beast, do you see if there are words on it?"

The little beast stretched out its claws, but before it could touch the stele, it was bounced out by the golden light.

Its rounded body rolled on the ground several times before stopping.

"No words? No, there should be words, huh? ”

The little soldier didn't seem to see the person next to him being ejected, and he continued to wipe the tombstone and murmured to himself.

"Little soldier, what's the word? Do you remember something? ”

"Lovely Xi'er, can you help Xiaobing take a look, is there a word here?"

Jun Qianxi slowly stretched out his hand and landed where it was constantly wiping.

It was still a golden light, but she was not ejected, but with her touch, a line of words that could not be smaller appeared in the originally smooth place.

Her expression changed, like the words on the tombstone of the Isle of the Dead.

When she left the island of the dead, she could only see the top word "Li", but now she could see the second word "stele".

Weishenme Island of the Dead and the Tomb of the Gods will have the same stone monument?

Could it be that there is a connection between the two?

Or was both places founded by the same person? Who the hell is this person?

She suddenly smelled a hint of conspiracy, and she seemed to be under the tutelage of something, slowly spreading this conspiracy.

"Jun Qianxi!"

A cold cry sounded, and the words on the stele seemed to be frightened, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Su Meier's clothes were a little untidy, and the hem of her clothes was also stained with a little blood, coupled with her messy hair and red lips, which made it easy to think of a certain situation.

"Aunt Mei'er, you finally sent your first night out?"

Jun Qianxi restrained his thoughts, and it seemed that none of them had been teleported to other dimensions.

And the others don't know when they will come, the woman in front of her is so resentful of her, how can she let go of such a good opportunity to kill her?

Her finger landed on the space ring, and her footsteps took a few steps back, distancing herself from Su Mei'er.