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That tower is the Heavenly Hell, a prison known as Shikoku. It's terrifying, and it's sealed with all kinds of strange creatures, cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods. And these things, on this continent, are absolutely forbidden. Once released, I'm afraid the world will not be peaceful.

No one knows what's inside. But what is certain is that the tower has been around for centuries. The things inside, dead or alive, crazy or upside down, have also existed for centuries. And living at the foot of the Heavenly Hell Mountain, every day at midnight, you can hear some screams like hungry wolves or evil ghosts coming from the tower, which makes people feel terrified.

Some people also said that you must not go to that Heavenly Hell Mountain. In fact, this is nonsense, because this barren hillside has always been lifeless, coupled with crows flying around, thorns, before people get close, they already feel that there is an invisible yin spiritual power surging from above, which is terrifying, and no one dares to set foot on it anymore.

Except for a group of monks.

At this moment, a cyan point of light flew rapidly towards the Heavenly Hell Mountain. The unusual aura was transmitted to the consciousness of the crows, and the birds and beasts scattered in a hurry.

The cyan point of light is Luo Yan. Her sword galloped over Hell Mountain, carrying an important object in her arms, and sent it safely to Hell Heaven. It's not a magic weapon, but the corpse of a baby girl.

Except for her birth, which may be a little special, it is no different from other babies who have died young.

When she landed steadily, she glanced down and saw that what she was going to hand in was intact.

In the ice-blue barrier, a baby girl fell asleep peacefully, her face pale from the cold, and frost on her eyelashes.

Handed over the baby girl to the old Taoist who came to pick it up, a trace of doubt flashed in Luo Yan's heart, and she said more: "She will come back to life, right?" ”

"Yes, but in the end, I will die." Lao Dao said lightly, picked up the baby girl, and walked straight towards the heavenly prison.

After three days and three nights, the baby girl was brought out of prison. This time it was alive, a crying baby, whose little face and lips were purple from the cold.

Lao Dao ordered: "Deal with her." ”

Luo Yan took the baby girl, but there was a hint of hesitation: "Do you really want to do this?" ”

"You remember, she died sixteen years ago. And he died for sixteen years. Although she has been resurrected, there is no difference between her and the essence of the demon. ”

Luo Yan nodded, raised her hand, and gradually condensed a wind in her palm, aiming at the baby girl's head.

But time has always stood still.

In front of her, several elders in white robes walked out of the Heavenly Prison, looking haggard, swallowing pills and swallowing pills, and they all went away with their swords.

Luo Yan told herself that she was sticking to the right path, and what she was holding in her hand was the root of a disaster for Kyushu.

The whirlpool in her hand grew larger and larger, and she grabbed the baby girl's neck and lifted her up.

Suddenly, a waking sensation reached the brain. It was as if in the mist, a hand had lifted away all the chaos. Luo Yan suddenly came to her senses for a while, her hand flipped slightly, and the powerful Gangfeng aimed at the ground, blasting a big stone to pieces.

Luo Yan looked at the baby girl in her arms, what a beautiful child this was!

She smiled at her and tore a robe from her body, wrapping her swaddling clothes tighter.

The baby's lips grew rosy. Luo Yan looked at the baby in her arms who was getting better and better, and her chest became more and more depressed.

If this baby girl is left behind, then sooner or later, the power of the gods sealed in her body will be revived.

When the time comes, I am afraid that the disaster will happen again, perhaps even more so than now.

Luo Yan poked a wisp of aura into the baby girl's body, waiting to see the identification results popping up from her forehead, while tensing her nerves.

When a trace of red flame ignited from the baby girl's forehead, Luo Yan was startled: "Heavenly Fire Spirit Root? ”

Luo Yan's brows furrowed even deeper, and she shook her head helplessly. I recited silently in my heart: It's not that I can't save you, it's really that God doesn't give you a way to live.

When she started to kill again, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in her mind.

She rejoiced as she pulled out a small, round white pill from the storage ring. Crumpled the outer layer of tin foil and stuffed the pill into the baby girl's mouth.

When the baby girl did swallow, Luo Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

"That way, there's no aftermath."

Thinking that the baby girl would break off the path of cultivation from now on, Luo Yan only felt sympathy rise in her heart. But when she thought of a way to live, it would not be a loss to exchange her Heavenly Fire Spirit Root, and the guilt in her heart was a little less.

She walked slowly until night fell and she came to a village.

Her eyes fell on a high-ranking family, thought about it carefully, put the baby girl on the stone steps in front of the door, turned around and drifted away.