It was late at night, everyone was sitting cross-legged, falling asleep in meditation, and even the candle that had been making noise for a long time was lying on the branch of the tree, and the forest was quiet, and everything was silent.

At this time, Shao Chen suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes flashed with a bit of incredulity, and he glanced into the depths of the winding path, stretching out his hands to touch an incomparably familiar aura coming with the wind!

Glancing around, Shao Yu saw that everyone was asleep, so he quietly got up, glanced up at the sky, and tiptoed towards that place. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It is still the cold pool where Yiyun came during the day, but at this time there is no murmuring water, the crescent-shaped water surface seems to be a jasper magic mirror, and the purple magic pattern is engraved on the edge, and the dead branches that she once inserted into the bottom of the pool are actually broken into dozens of sections, arranged into a teleportation formation, and the whirlpool in the middle is faintly bubbling with magic light.

Shao Yan smiled and jumped down without hesitation, this was the teleportation formation of the Demon Realm, and she would never admit her mistake.

Sure enough, after a period of dizziness, what greeted her eyelids was a reassuring dark color, and the magnificent and solemn palace in the distance was a nightmare she would never forget-Yan Palace!

Due to the balance of the power of the immortals and demons in her body, her strength was greatly damaged, but the Yan Palace, which was obviously close at hand, seemed to be extremely far away, and she flew for a long time before stepping on the steps in front of the palace.

Yan Palace is a forbidden place for all demons except for three statues, two envoys and one king, and those who trespass die!

Today's Yan Palace is as gloomy and quiet as usual, the seventh day of the seventh month of the second world of immortals has passed, according to the algorithm of the demon world, today should also be an important day - more than 800 years ago, the battle of immortals and demons began, the day when Feng Yan Shangzun annihilated the soul and returned, the day of sacrifice......

Shao Zhi looked at the overcast sun above his head, and stepped on the steps step by step, three hundred and twelve steps, exactly the same. Yan Gong was still closed, her hands trembled, and she slowly pushed open the black door covered with ancient magic patterns, and a magic power lingered in her palm, actually repelling her power!

Yes, she not only has magic in her body, but also the power of fairies.

After a lot of effort, she finally pushed open the door of the palace, and the sun shone in, and a dark path stretched along her figure to the depths of the palace, in front of a black jade throne.

"Chen'er—" A deep call came from above the throne.

Master? Shao Chen raised her head suddenly, and at the end, there was her longing figure.

"Master!" She quickened her pace, and the whole hall could only hear her hurried footsteps and the call of surprise, and outside the throne, she suddenly stopped, knelt on her knees and bowed, and said, "Young apprentice, please meet the master!" ”

"Well, do you have something to present to your teacher when you come back this time?" The sound of majesty resounded through the hall.

Stuff? Heavenly Sword?

Shao Chen's heart was cold, but he still opened his arms, after a burst of white light, a four-foot long sword floated quietly in front of her, looking at the sword body as smooth as jade, her eyes darkened, and finally held the hilt of the sword in front of her, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and said slowly: "The disciple presents the Heavenly Sword, hope... A solution to the master... Acacia... Meaning! ”

tried his best to hide his emotions, but he still couldn't hide the tears that burst out of his eyes-

The Zhutian Sword in his hand disappeared abruptly, but the next moment it appeared in Feng Xiu's hand, the mist on his face had already dissipated, revealing a pale and beautiful face, sweeping away the indifference and coldness in Shao Chen's memory, and it was actually revealing a trace of fanaticism.

"Okay, good-" Feng Xiu stroked the sword body and muttered, "Ah Yan, you will finally return to me, and never leave me again!" ”

Shao Chen lowered her head, biting her bloodless lips into a dark red, suppressed tears mixed with blood, dripping to the ground, and her hoarse voice was not like coming from her throat, "...... Congratulations! ”

"Hahahaha......"

Feng Xiu's wild laughter shocked Shao Zhi with a sharp pain in her brain, she closed her eyes and wanted to avoid this deafening sound, but she suddenly felt a cold in her chest, she slowly opened her eyes, and in front of her was the hideous face of the master-

"Tick ...... Tick ......"

Is it the sound of water? But she clearly remembered that there was no spring water in the Yan Palace......

The voice grew faster and heavier, as if it were about to drown out her spiritual sense!

Shao Chen looked at the sword inserted into his heart in a daze, the white and immaculate hand that held the sword, which had once touched the top of her head, was so gentle, so ......

She was still standing, a force supported her and never fell, her trembling lips could not be sentenced, and she could not say the unfinished words: Master, if I want to die, why do you need to do it yourself......

The consciousness gradually dissipated, and I only heard the person in front of me say extremely gently: "I have been searching for many years, but I don't know that the best skin is beside me, Ah Yan, come back!" ”

No, don't-

She's not a skin, no! Even though it's not a lover, it's still... In vain...... Master, why are you so cruel!

There was only a trace of spirit left, and she faintly felt a beam of white light quietly born from her heart, which instantly spread throughout her body, and an unfamiliar voice slowly came out of her mouth: "Ah Xiu, long time no see-"

No-

No matter how much she shouted, it was in vain, she felt that she had floated up to the sky, and she saw the Taiyin Sun on the side like a purple demon pupil, and watched with pity as she gradually dissipated into the cold wind......

The eyes of the sun were suddenly divided into two halves, half white and half purple.

"Poof-" Shao Chen spurted out a mouthful of blood, opened his eyes with different pupils, and looked at the small green snake coiled in the tree not far away, his eyes were dark.

Seeing her wake up, the little snake seemed to be startled, and hurriedly spit out the letter and wanted to escape, Shao Chen glanced down at his hand - the Zhutian Sword bowed to itself and flickered with a faint glow, and above his calf, there was a deep wound that could be seen in the bone, bubbling bright red blood, and a trace of fairy power escaped out!

Knowing that he couldn't catch up, Shao Chen quickly dipped the blood on his legs, drew a cage-like spell on the ground, and with the help of the power of the fairy, he slammed into the ground, and suddenly a solemn aura enveloped the woods in a hundred square feet.

Forgive that snake demon who can't escape from the sky!

After doing all this, Shao Zhifang leaned against a big tree, panting heavily, and cold sweat soaked the white clothes on his body, not because of how much physical strength the spell consumed, nor because of the weight of the leg injury, but because of the dream-it was really terrifying!

If she hadn't grown a heart and set up a thought on that cloudy day, I'm afraid she would have died like herself in a dream!

That snake demon nightmare is extremely good, if her magic power is still there, it will be easy to remove it, but now-

Looking at the people lying in front of him, Shao Xian frowned, and the nightmare technique chose the most fearful thoughts in his heart, with their cultivation, I am afraid that they have fallen into a dream and cannot extricate themselves!

However, the top priority is to restore spiritual power, and when the snake demon is captured, it may be able to dissolve the nightmare technique. (To be continued.) )