What kind of formation can make a thousand-year-old ghost's cultivation skyrocket? Luo Xiaobai didn't know, but he knew very well that this kind of formation did not come from the human world, and only those people, or those who were like beings who defy the sky, had the ability to put up such a formation. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It can be seen from this that the backstage of this Song Sanlian is very hard, and it is definitely not something that ordinary mages can easily provoke, but he Luo Xiaobai is not an ordinary person, because he is a scoundrel with advanced cultivation, an out-and-out ruffian in the mage world.

Back at the base camp, in the small western-style building of the old campus, Luo Xiaobai sat on the sofa, quietly thinking about what to do next, that Song Sanlian cultivated to be strong, cunning and cautious, whether it was brute force or outwitting, it seemed impossible.

Suddenly, Luo Xiaobai's eyes lit up, he thought of that formation, if he knew what kind of formation it was, or he could find a hint of a turning point from it, thinking about it, he actually fell asleep unconsciously.

All around is an endless nothingness, light smoke and misty. Beneath your feet is a bluestone, and a rugged bluestone road looms between the smoke and dust, winding into the mist ahead.

"What the fuck is this?" Luo Xiaobai couldn't help muttering, but his feet unconsciously strode forward.

The feeling of strolling in the courtyard made Luo Xiaobai feel an inexplicable relief in his heart, he vaguely felt that this place was familiar, but no matter how hard he tried, not only could he not remember when he came, but the surrounding environment became more and more unfamiliar.

"Don't be shocked by the humiliation, watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court; Go and stay unintentionally, wandering with the clouds outside the sky. There was a soft groan wafting from the depths of the clouds, and the voice was an old man.

"What the hell is going on, where did the flowers bloom and fall? Does bullying Lao Tzu read less? Luo Xiaobai muttered to himself, his footsteps did not stop, and he walked slowly towards the source of the sound.

As soon as his words fell, the clouds and smoke on the side of the bluestone road drifted away, but they revealed dotted and smooth small flowers, Luo Xiaobai couldn't help but be stunned, what kind of flowers actually bloomed on the stones? Leaning over to take a closer look, he couldn't help but be stunned, because he knew this kind of flower, and he had seen it on a broken ancient book in Niu Laoliu's bookcase.

The small flowers are carved like crystal, and the flowers hang low, without leaves, like shy little girls.

"Crystal Lotus?" Luo Xiaobai couldn't help but exclaim.

This crystal lotus also has another name, that is, the flower of death, because it comes from the underworld, even in the underworld this kind of flower is rare, because it symbolizes the fall of the gods, only when the gods die, this flower will open, guide the gods to the unknown space.

The path that the divine soul walks through will leave a trace of divine power, and this flower survives by absorbing the residual power of the divine soul, so it also has a name, called the Rotten God Flower.

"! Evil door. Lao Tzu is not an immortal, this must be a dream. Luo Xiaobai couldn't help but muttered to himself.

It stands to reason that people who know that they are dreaming will wake up from the dream immediately, but Luo Xiaobai is still in this void at this time.

"It's broken!" Luo Xiaobai's heart was shocked, and a terrible name came to mind, Granny Meng.

Thinking of this name, Luo Xiaobai couldn't help but show a bitter face, why did this dream mother-in-law drag him like a dream for no reason? Did you offend her somewhere? His mind spun at once, trying to figure out how to crack the dream in the shortest possible time.

The light smoke drifted away, and the road ahead became clearer and clearer, Luo Xiaobai's heart moved, this seemingly absurd dream didn't seem to threaten anyone, and with the miracle of this rotten god blooming, how could it be that her little dream mother-in-law could conjure it up?

"A thousand years of fingers in a flash, the hurried past is like a cloud, little friend, you are finally here." An old and deep voice interrupted Luo Xiaobai's musings.

Luo Xiaobai looked up, the clouds and smoke in front of him had dispersed, and the road under his feet was almost at the end, at the end of the road was a platform, except for this bluestone path, all around the platform were a white nothingness.

"Huh?" Luo Xiaobai sighed lightly, and finally found a figure, which was sitting on the edge of the platform, with his back to him, motionless and staring down into the void in front of him.

"Who are you? So mysterious? Come to Lao Tzu's dream to fix all these empty heads? Luo Xiaobai froze his body and slowly touched behind him, this touch couldn't help but be stunned, it turned out that he didn't carry the almighty rag pocket in his dream.

The man was wearing a blue-gray robe, his white hair was scattered at random, the breeze blew, the white hair fluttered slightly with the clouds, indescribably chic and elegant, he slowly stretched out his right hand and turned his back to Luo Xiaobai and made a gesture of please.

Luo Xiaobai was not polite, strode forward to the white-haired man, sat cross-legged with a big grin, turned his head to look at the man, and he couldn't help but be stunned at this look.

So handsome! This is a word that comes to Luo Xiaobai's mind. Familiar? That's the second word that pops into his mind, who is this person? is so handsome that he has an urge to kneel and worship.

The angular facial features are chic and super-dusty, revealing a majesty and sunny handsomeness.

"Oh!" Luo Xiaobai stretched his head forward and tried his best to look at the man's face, and he found that the face was very familiar, it turned out to be himself.

The white-haired man turned his head and smiled at Luo Xiaobai, and the same evil smile made Luo Xiaobai completely stunned. Whoever suddenly sees another self appear in front of him will also be shocked into a cold sweat.

"Who are you?" Luo Xiaobai couldn't help but ask.

The white-haired man turned his head back, and then stared at the nothingness in front of him, and it was only at this time that Luo Xiaobai saw that the man was holding a bamboo pole in his hand, and there was a looming silk thread tied to the other end of the bamboo pole, and the silk thread extended into the void under the stage, he was actually fishing?

Luo Xiaobai looked at this weird guy in a daze, and couldn't help but ask, "Are you fishing?" There's not even water, can you catch a yarn? ”

The white-haired man was finally shocked by his words, he glanced at Luo Xiaobai and muttered, "Yarn?" What is it? ”

Luo Xiaobai scratched his head in embarrassment, and said, "Just ask what you can catch here?" ”

The white-haired man smiled slightly, stretched out his sleeves, and the smoke in front of him drifted away, slowly revealing an amazing scene in the void under his feet, which turned out to be an endless sea of Shura fire, and in the middle of the sea of fire was a huge crimson vortex composed of flames, and billowing black gas was surging outward.

And the silk thread that was like nothing hung directly into the whirlpool, and Luo Xiaobai couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, and the words "Shura Hell" suddenly appeared in his mind, and the scene under his feet was the famous Shura Hell in the underworld.

The whirlpool in the middle is the center of hell, the eye of destruction. This guy's fishing line went into the eye of the world, could it be that he was fishing for ghosts?

Confused, I saw that there was a sudden roar of fire in the whirlpool, as if something was about to come out of it, the white-haired man's eyes narrowed slightly, and he stared at the whirlpool as if it was boiling, and the strange thing was that no matter how big the movement below was, the silk thread only shook a few times.