Chapter 137

But well, she can't help it, right?

With a movement of her mind, the old woman's figure disappeared in front of her eyes. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

I don't know how long the old woman can hold on, Lan Jingrou has no intention of killing her for the time being, so she can only speed up the movements in her hands.

took out a jade bottle from the storage ring and put it under Fu Ruirui's nose, which was different from the smell of the air, which made Fu Ruirui snort.

The eyelashes trembled a few times, and when she opened her eyes, Fu Ruirui only felt pain all over her body.

"Where is this?" Looking at the pitch-black surroundings, Fu Ruirui's gaze fell directly on Lan Jingrou.

"What did you see before you met Zhang Lan?" Without answering Fu Ruirui's words, Lan Jingrou cut straight to the point.

There's no way, she wants to talk to Fu Ruirui a few more words, what if the old woman outside is eaten by her tentacles?

Fu Ruirui was stunned for a moment, thought about it and answered Lan Jingrou first: "This is not a valley, it is a painting!" ”

Lan Jingrou frowned: "Painting? ”

"Hmm." Fu Ruirui nodded: "I wasn't sure at first, but then I found a small river, followed the river to the end, and finally, I finally met Zhang Lan." ”

She remembered Zhang Lan, but she couldn't remember how she met Zhang Lan at all, that is to say, all the things that Lan Jingrou asked about Zhang Lan before were said by Zhang Lan controlling Fu Ruirui.

Knowing the answer, Lan Jingrou directly took the old woman back, but her palm knocked directly on Fu Ruirui's back.

Before losing consciousness, Fu Ruirui only saw an old face full of wrinkles.

Lan Jingrou looked up, the old woman was covered with injuries at this time, and there were still a few tentacles hanging on her body, looking at her with tears in her eyes.

twitched the corners of her mouth, Lan Jingrou hugged Fu Ruirui and flashed a black ball directly before the old woman pounced and complained.

Outside, the ground was full of tentacles, some broken, some burnt, and the surrounding flower beds were also a little messy.

Knowing that the old woman's cultivation was high, Lan Jingrou didn't expect that she would come out for a while and directly make the outside look like this.

Looking at the charred tentacles on the ground, Lan Jingrou thought of Fu Ruirui saying that this was a painting.

If this was really a painting, she would have burned the flowers with a fire.

However, the question is, will they be burned together?

Lan Jingrou is not afraid of having black balls, but Yin Heng and Zhao Yu are different.

After a moment of hesitation, the tentacles on the ground began to wave and rush again.

Lan Jingrou's fingertips tapped slightly, releasing a fire-based spell.

I thought that the tentacles would dodge when they saw the fire, but they didn't want the flames to not only not cause any damage to the other party, but also make the surrounding tentacles more and more crazy.

Lan Jingrou was stunned, and quickly dodged with Fu Ruirui.

It seems that ordinary fire has no way to take these things.

The fire-based spell was useless, and Lan Jingrou suddenly thought of Ziding.

Whether it is a refining vessel or an alchemy furnace, there will be a trace of its own Ding fire in the furnace, and without the Ding fire, the furnace will become an ordinary object.

After using Ziding for so long, Lan Jingrou knows very well that it is not an ordinary thing, so it is better to take it out and try it.

With this thought, Lan Jingrou quickly swung her sword to clear away a wave of tentacles around her.

The tentacles fell to the ground, and the next second they rose again, but before they could get close to Lan Jingrou, they immediately scattered and retreated.

In addition to the sound of creazzing tentacles, something could be faintly heard screaming in the air.

She guessed right, these things, afraid of Ziding's fire.

However, Lan Jingrou had an intuition, to be precise, maybe they were afraid of Ziding itself?

Seeing these things retreating, Lan Jingrou didn't intend to stop like this, she quickly pinched her hands and drew out the Ding Huo in the form of alchemy.

She's going to burn the strange flowers here!

seemed to know what Lan Jingrou was doing, and the screams around her became louder and louder, and the tentacles that had been retreating around her gathered around Lan Jingrou again, seemingly wanting to attack her, but because of the fire, she couldn't do it.

These things have killed a lot of people, and Lan Jingrou doesn't mean to be soft.

She is the master of the purple tripod, and the Ding Huo will naturally not hurt her, as for Fu Ruirui, Lan Jingrou has already wrapped her with her own aura, so naturally nothing will happen.

As soon as the fire came out, it spread extremely fast, and soon burned a large circle around it.

The tentacles that originally surrounded Lan Jingrou retreated inch by inch, and the sound of screaming in the air continued.

Looking at the retreating tentacles, Lan Jingrou breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and helped Fu Ruirui on the ground up, and was about to leave, but her feet were suddenly pulled by something.

Looking down, seeing that it was a tentacle, Lan Jingrou subconsciously waved the ink sword in her hand to cut it.

"We are willing to confess you as Lord, and you let us go!"

A hoarse and piercing voice sounded in his ears, and Lan Jingrou waved his sword for a moment.

If she remembered correctly, this voice seemed to be the voice of the fake Zhang Lan from before.

Consider her the Lord?

Lan Jingrou smiled, unmoved, but squinted and said, "What are you?" ”

The tentacles under his feet paused, and he didn't make a sound for a long time.

Just when Lan Jingrou was impatient, she faintly heard a somewhat weak voice: "We are the Ten Ancient Instruments, Ten Thousand Flowers." ”

Kaleido-kaleido?

Lan Jingrou frowned, could she say that she hadn't heard of it?

There was a sudden pain in her ankle, and Lan Jingrou lowered her head, only to see that one end of the tentacle had already burrowed into her own flesh.

Lan Jingrou felt a chill in her heart, and the ink sword in her hand fell, directly cutting off the tentacles.

Putting Fu Ruirui down, Lan Jingrou was about to pull out the tentacles that had been drilled into her ankles, but she didn't want to wait for her to make a move, and the tentacles slipped out by themselves.

The next moment, the surrounding flames quickly converged.

The spread was fast, and the speed of withdrawal was also fast, and before Lan Jingrou could react, Ziding had already automatically put away the Ding fire, and directly drilled into her forehead in a flash.

This, this, this.........

Lan Jingrou was speechless for a moment, she didn't do anything, Ziding actually returned to the Boundless Mirror by herself, and the Boundless Mirror actually accepted her, how could she have the feeling that she was not the master?

There was a sudden feeling of weightlessness under her feet, and when she looked around, she was standing in a forest.

Looking back behind him, there was exactly the same place they had entered the valley earlier.

Is she coming out?

Fu Ruirui was still lying beside her, and in her hand, she was holding a scroll of paintings at this time.

Frowning, Lan Jingrou directly unfolded the scroll in her hand.

It is a painting full of flowers, on which there is nothing but a stream that flows over the flowers and extends directly to the edge of the scroll.

In the center of the scroll, a tentacle with blood slowly melted into the scroll, and soon, Lan Jingrou noticed that something in her mind connected her to the scroll.

No wonder Ziding didn't burn, it turned out that the tentacles directly took her essence blood to recognize the master.

She and Fu Ruirui came out, what about Yin Heng and Zhao Yu?

(To be continued.) )