The man who was with the dark and quiet was her senior brother, named Du Yan, for some reason, Yuan Fengqing could feel his hostility towards him, even if he was standing in the cold and dark ghost hall, standing on the opposite side of him was still extremely unkind to look at him. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info still has that rejecting look, but in fact, the gaze at her is no different, similar to when I first saw her.

The Ghost Emperor's palace was built in the deepest part of the Ghost Domain, and it was even more remote and secluded than the palace of the Nine Palaces Yan Jun.

From a distance, it looks like a palace that has been abandoned for a long time, hidden in the depths of darkness, the four fields are barren and dark, and there are no people to come and go.

On the top of the palace door, three gilded characters are written with the three words of "Ghost Palace", the font is magnificent, vigorous and powerful, which makes people feel the wind and clouds at a glance, and the painstaking work is undulating, but it is also special.

Du Yan didn't knock on the door, he directly stretched out his hand to push open the dark and tall palace door, only to hear a muffled sound of "squeak", and then a strange fragrance poured out from the door, which was not like a fragrance or a strong fragrance, with a little demonic fragrance, it was actually the taste of Manzhu Sahua.

Yuan Fengqing and Blood Painting followed behind the brothers and sisters of Du Yan and the Dark Shadow, stepped over the high threshold, and walked straight forward along a dark cyan brick and stone paved road, on both sides were indeed blooming bright red Manzhu Sawah, which was very enchanting, at first glance it looked like a river of blood, coupled with its unique demonic fragrance, people felt a little dizzy after smelling it for a long time, so they had to hold their breath and pass silently.

Yuan Fengqing really felt that this ghost emperor Feiyuan's taste was very unique, not only did he not have the style of the emperor, but even the flowers planted in the hall were in line with the style of the ghost world, he was really a lonely and lonely person, and he didn't know that there were women around him, if there were, I was afraid it would be very boring.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but look up and walk slowly in front, like a blood painting playing in the mountains and rivers, a purple robe lined with his tall figure, broad shoulders and back, long black hair like ink like black satin draped behind his head, and purple cloud sleeves and the corners of the clothes together without wind and automatic, quite personable, making people only feel unparalleled.

But such a person often says something that is angry and does not pay for his life, and he is also a character that is difficult to serve and elusive, is it that different men are like him and the ghost emperor Feiyuan, living in their own world, with a unique and unique character, is it unbearable?

When thinking like this, he has bypassed the corridors, walked through several halls full of red manzhu sawa, and entered a large hall with a large central and wide hall, and a black plaque was hung on the door of the hall, with the words "Nine Shades of Purgatory" written on it, which made people feel a coldness for no reason, as if they were at the bottom of the purgatory of the ten directions, and they were about to enter the sword mountain and the sea of fire.

There are still no guards outside the hall, and even a serving maid can't be seen, Du Yan stretched out his hand to push the door again, but he didn't move, couldn't help but shrink his hand, knelt on one knee, and respectfully and politely reported, "Emperor, my subordinates are ordered to bring your guests to Chonghua Palace, and ask the emperor to show up." ”

In the hall, there was a cold voice from the Ghost Emperor Feiyuan, "Please come in." ”

Hearing the voice, Du Yan got up, pushed open the palace door that had been unsealed, and politely said "please".

The blood painting walked past him without squinting, and when Yuan Fengqing followed, he saw Du Yan looking at him from the corner of his eye, his eyes were cold and resentful, and he was faintly floating with killing intent, and he was very puzzled in his heart.

The light in the temple was also dim, and no candles were lit, but a night pearl was placed on the candlesticks in the left and right corners of the temple for illumination.

The night pearl is as clear as the light of the moonlight shining on the empty and uninhabited hall, and on the nine-step stone steps above the inner hall, there is the ghost emperor Feiyuan, whose face is more and more pale and colorless due to a wide black dragon robe, but his eyes are more and more black and bright like stars, but there is endless coldness, and he only feels extremely cold and cold when he falls on people.

After the two of them entered, the Ghost Emperor Feiyuan's gaze swept over Yuan Fengqing and landed on the blood painting, squinting his eyes imperceptibly, and the pale and slender index and middle fingers unconsciously knocked on the armrests of the dark dragon chair, each time it seemed to hit everyone's heart, making people's hearts slightly chilled, and they looked up at him unconsciously.

"Your Excellency has come to the Ghost Realm, but you are here to do something?" Suddenly, the Ghost Emperor Feiyuan spoke slowly, his voice was still cold and emotionless, making the hall that had already felt overflowing with yin qi a little colder.

The blood painting is still in a purple robe, standing with his hands in his hands, his jade-like face is more and more handsome in the cold light, he raised his eyes slightly, still with that expression that seems to be smiling, and said lightly, "I am deeply honored to be summoned by the Ghost Emperor in person, but this time, I really want to ask the Ghost Emperor for help, if this matter is not related to the life of the world, the rise and fall of the Three Realms, I don't dare to bother the Ghost Emperor." ”

The world is alive? The rise and fall of the Three Realms? Yuan Fengqing was stunned by his words, obviously he was just here to find out the secrets of his life experience, why did he have something to do with the common people and the Three Realms? I knew that he was fooling people again, and I wanted to laugh in my heart, and I was afraid that the ghost emperor and the crossing who stared at him from time to time would find out the clues, so I had to hang my head to avoid everyone's sight, and my long hair just hung down to cover my face, so that people couldn't see the look clearly, so as not to debunk the trick of the blood painting.

But listening to the Ghost Emperor's tone rising slightly, "Oh? "I also seem to be very interested in the question that the blood painting is about to ask, that is, the question about the life of the Three Realms and the rise and fall of the Three Realms.

Even Yuan Fengqing tilted his ears slightly, wondering how earth-shattering and concerning the problem of blood painting would be.

The blood painting seemed to be very satisfied with the attitude of the Ghost Emperor, coughed, and unconsciously smoothed the folds on the cloud sleeves, in fact, from Yuan Fengqing's point of view, his clothes and cloud sleeves were extremely smooth, and he didn't need such a gentle smoothing at all, it was completely his habitual movements.

As soon as he didn't speak, everyone's eyes fell on him, and he subconsciously watched him elegantly and slowly smooth the cloud sleeves, and said in a casual voice, "I don't know if the Ghost Emperor knows that since more than three thousand years ago, an extremely domineering gray gas has appeared under the barren mountain in the fairy realm, and that gas is very harmful. ”

It seems that he mentioned some secret of the Three Realms, Ghost Emperor Feiyuan's face sank slightly, his eyes swept over the darkness, and after the darkness, he stretched out his hand, and a light wind swept through the inner hall, and the carving turned into nothing, as if he had never done anything, but Yuan Fengqing could feel that the breath in the hall was a little different, thinking that this hall was separated by the ghost emperor with an enchantment, and no one would hear the conversation inside, and he couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart, could it be that the blood painting was not a ghost, there was really such an earth-shattering thing, but it was covered up by the high-level leaders of the two worlds of Xianfan?