"You won't die, you won't suffer anymore! As long as you become one with it, the Demon Venerable will grant you eternal life! The black dragon's voice was bewitching and pity-piercing, just as she had heard when she had been pierced through the heart with a spear and was in despair. Back then, she obediently ate the root of the black lotus, let it control it, let it suck the essence blood, and let it do whatever it wanted.

Today, she still has no choice. She knew that she didn't want to die!

The cold air that was so cold to the bone marrow that drilled into her fingers that Shui Lianyue only felt that her entire left arm was numb, but the pain of being bitten at the mouth of her heart disappeared. She thought that she would become like that ugly leaf, but she didn't want to, nothing changed, she was still her. It's still the amorous, charming and enchanting water pity.

The black dragon looked at this qiē in amazement, he had long known that water was the only container in the world that could hold everything. Whether you're angular or formless, water can contain all the qiē with its soft body!

"Is this fusion?" Shui Lianyue stretched out her hands and looked down at her body. The smoky grey gauze skirt reveals a graceful posture, and there is no difference.

"Although your physique is special, the black lotus is not extraordinary, how can it be fused in a moment and a half!" The black dragon complained a little reluctantly, and without looking at Shui Lianyue, he stepped into the underground palace with a group of demon soldiers.

Shui Lianyue was slightly stunned, the corners of her mouth slowly hooked a smile, her willow waist shook slightly, and she walked in with the group of demon soldiers.

The entrance was still pitch black, like water and mist.

Meng Jiang walked out from the depths of the bamboo forest, stepping under his feet. There is no hurry, the folding fan in the hand swings, and the bamboo fragrance is fragrant. If it weren't for being in such a strange place, Meng Jiang really wanted to write a poem.

He was a scholar, and he always remembered.

Meng Jiang walked to the entrance, leaned over and drew a small feather shape on the ground, and took out a black porcelain bottle from his bosom, and poured all the powder inside on top of the drawn figure. A red-gold feather suddenly came to life.

Meng Jiang no longer hesitated, and gave himself a backhand slap. It took five successes. Dengshi vomited a mouthful of blood. Only then did he stagger into the underground palace, and his figure quickly disappeared.

The huge Ji Mansion is once again calm. The pool of water has long since lost its vitality. It's really like ink. The black lotus leaves turned yellow and dilapidated. On one’s last legs. Black and yellow are mixed together, lined with red silk on the eaves of the cloister, like a bloody storm after the **.

Inside the dungeon. It was pitch black, and Mao Qing was thrown to the ground by himself. A faint fragrance of peach wood mixed with the stench of the corpse, Haoqing stood up and straightened his robe, and asked coldly, "The seniors are so panicked, is it to save Maoqing, or is it for something else?" ”

Although the jade pot couldn't see the expression of Mao Qing at the moment, he could also guess the color of ridicule. The old man blushed, stomped his feet and shouted, "You kid is so boring, I saved you by the lotus pond, you didn't say a word and left a bunch of people to pat your buttocks, now I just didn't stop the moves, you are talking nonsense here, do you still have a little consciousness as a junior?" ”

Mao Qing laughed softly, and in the darkness, made a slight sound. The jade pot's face turned even redder, only to feel that all the calculations in his heart were seen through by this cold boy, which was really annoying, and he was thinking about how to fight back, and that Xiang Haoqing had already begun to take steps.

"Hey, can you see clearly?" The jade pot let out a low cry of displeasure, but it also groped forward with its senses.

In the depths of the darkness, a bright light was guiding them in the light and darkness. It seems to be waiting, and it seems to be dodging. On the iron chain within reach, the viscous liquid makes people slightly sick, and they don't know what they are stepping on, making a creaking sound, and in this empty darkness, the echo is terrifying.

The breath of the living was covered by the breath of the dead, and the faint sound of breathing was also covered by the sound of squeaking, Mao Qing carefully identified and searched, he hoped that Yu Qingyang was safe and sound, but the cold breath felt in every pore around him laughed at his self-righteousness over and over again.

As he walked, he suddenly stopped. The jade pot also stopped in a hurry, and in the dark, it turned unnaturally in a different direction, as if worried that Hao Qing knew that he had been following him.

Who knew that Mao Qingzhen turned his head and looked at him motionlessly. The jade pot was a little uncontrollable, and he was about to open his mouth to defend himself, but Mao Qing had already called in a low voice, "Ayin! ”

Before the end note disappeared, there was a sound of a heavy object falling not far away, followed by a crisp and frightened "oops" sound overflowing.

"What a place! Slimy, stinky! Qingqing, where are you? ”

Hao Qing took a step forward to the left, avoided the jade pot, and hurriedly walked over. The jade pot instantly has a feeling of being ignored, as if you are playing hide and seek with others, hiding the hard work, but the other party is clear at a glance, and finally realizes that it is just playing with yourself, and people have not paid attention to it at all!

"Stinky boy, I'm going to duel with you!" The jade pot shouted, shaking Jiang Xiaoyu, who had just walked into the underground palace, staggered, and almost fell into the mud.

"I'm going, who is it, who is going to duel with Ben Shaoxia, it's a hero, hurry up and stand up for me!" Jiang Xiaoyu stabilized his body and immediately shouted at the darkness.

The jade pot didn't expect the other party to really dare to fight, so angry that his hair was about to stand up, if he didn't have serious things to do, according to his temperament, he would fly up and bite it.

Mao Qing helped Ayin, who fell to the ground, to her feet, and reprimanded in a deep voice, "Jiang Xiaoyu, who asked you to bring her in!" ”

Jiang Xiaoyu was boiling with enthusiasm and preparing to fight a duel, and a cold sound was like a cold winter wind, which instantly blew him into the cold.

"I, I didn't bring her in." The words that were originally very imposing were soft when they came to his mouth, Jiang Xiaoyu hated his own non-interest, and hated this frustration of being unconsciously dwarfed every time he faced Mao Qing. However, this feeling is as deep-rooted as if it has been with me for thousands of years.

"Senior brother, have you found the second senior brother?" Li Jiang's voice was anxious, coming from the darkness. Mao Qing frowned slightly, but did not speak. Jiang Xiaoyu was instantly unbalanced, and couldn't help muttering in a low voice, "How do you know how to discipline me!" ”

"Is the second senior brother here?" Ayin grabbed Maoqing's sleeve and asked with a small face. Mao Qing looked down at her, and the familiar breath lingered on the tip of his nose, making him feel a trace of warmth for no reason.

"Let's go! Follow carefully! Mao Qing pulled Ah Yin's hand, turned around and continued to walk forward, and Li Jiang, who was not far behind him, reminded loudly, "Senior brother, the shape of this underground palace is boxy!" ”

"Hmmm! Be careful! Mao Qing responded, staggered the jade pot and continued to walk forward. The jade pot grunted and swallowed his saliva, and Jiang Xiaoyu, who followed closely behind, heard it clearly, and couldn't help but complain, "Mao Qing, why are you so stinky!" ”

The jade pot resisted the urge to kill, jumped up and punched Jiang Xiaoyu, and said viciously, "Lao Tzu takes a bath once every three days, where does it stink!" ”

Jiang Xiaoyu was punched for no reason, and he was also very aggrieved, plus he had just collected his clear anger, and he had nowhere to vent, so he immediately punched back, and in an instant, the old and the young scuffled together, and no matter what was on the ground, it seemed that they had to distinguish between life and death.

"Li Jiang, keep up!" Haoqing paused and continued walking.

The sound of the fight stopped abruptly, and Li Jiang and Shi Yulong hurriedly bypassed the two of them, walked two steps quickly, and followed Mao Qing. Shi Yulong was a little frightened by the darkness around him, and asked in a trembling whisper, "Why don't you use torches?" ”

Li Jiang replied in a low voice, "How do I know!" ”

The two sighed at the same time, but they didn't dare to stop, and continued to follow. Mao Qing, who was walking in front, couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth. The light in the darkness was still not far away, and the jade clear breath was also slowly clear between the rancid stench. (To be continued.) )