The coral group is really big and vast, those corals are half a head taller than people, but they are just dead things, they don't feel the slightest bit of life at all, if they are living creatures, even if they are just corals, they will also be alive, everything has a spirit, whether it is a plant or an animal, as long as you can collect the aura of heaven and earth for 500 years, you can give birth to spiritual consciousness, of course, the premise is that you must live. In another five hundred years, you will be able to survive the Heavenly Tribulation and form a human being, and you will be able to cultivate.

The demon clan is different from humans, as long as they can transform into shapes, they can cultivate, and their cultivation is very fast, coupled with their natural physique, there are few Terran monks of the same level who can compete. But why are there so few demon clans in this world, because there are few monsters that can live for five hundred years, there are few monsters that can give birth to spiritual consciousness, and even fewer can survive the catastrophe. The Demon Clan's Heavenly Tribulation is more than a hundred times more powerful than the Human Race's Heavenly Tribulation, so there are only a handful of demons who can survive the Heavenly Tribulation.

The Terran monks have a huge advantage in numbers, so they can drive the demon race to survive in the poor mountains and bad waters of the Western Wilderness.

To get back to the point, the four of them walked in the coral group for a long time before they saw the other monks, this coral group was too big, so many people got lost, I don't know the south, south, west, and north, and I don't know which direction the glass palace is, so they spent a lot of time in this coral group, and when someone cheered, they realized that the glass palace was discovered, and hurriedly rushed to the shout.

By the time the four of them passed through the coral patch, at least four thousand monks rushed forward, and there was indeed a glazed palace suspended in the air, shining in the darkness. It's just that it looks very quiet, silent, hidden in the infinite darkness. It's weird, it's panicking.

Only three-tenths of the more than 20,000 foundation building monks came in, about 6,000 people, and the four of Qianzhenyan were relatively backward, but she was not in a hurry, she just told the other three, "You must follow me in a while." Don't get scattered. Also, the merman is good at weaving illusions, and you must always remind yourself that this is an illusion. It is not real, only by staying awake at all times can you escape from the control of your demons. ”

The three of them nodded in unison, thinking that Qian Zhenyan had done a lot of homework, but he was unprepared. are all a little ashamed.

The closer you get to the Liuli Palace. The more uneasy Qianzhenyan's heart became, she saw countless monks walking into the Liuli Palace, there was no prohibition on the door of the palace, this is also too abnormal, could it be that the Liuli Palace is open for people to enter? And what about the monk who came in to explore the way? Thinking of the fact that she had said that no monk had come out before, Qian Zhenyan slowed down her progress while moving the Yuan Shen into the soul fixing bead that had been refined before to stay awake.

"Sister Qian, let's hurry up. A lot of people went in. Nangong Chen saw that she was walking slower and slower, and anxiously pulled her sleeve to urge.

Qian Zhenyan glanced at him. The child really couldn't help but be curious, but from this it was also seen that he was indeed an innocent child, women always have a natural motherhood, which made her cold heart soften a little, and reached out to hold him, "Follow me, don't worry." ”

Listening to her calm voice, Nangong Chen held back her curiosity and didn't urge anymore, the four of them kept a steady speed and swept forward, and finally arrived in front of the Liuli Palace after half an hour, looked up and observed for a long time, I didn't feel anything strange, but there was no aura and anger, this was like an abandoned palace, although it was shining, it didn't make people feel a sense of joy when they found a treasure.

I always have to go in and take a look, Qian Zhenyan thought to herself, sighed, and pulled Nangong Chen to fly up.

There is a large empty platform in front of the glazed palace, the ground is paved with glaze, but the crystal transparent floor is very hard, beautiful but sad.

The merman race, a very beautiful race, the legendary merman people are all blue-eyed, yellow-haired, beautiful and elegant, but they can't cultivate, they are a race that can only rely on singing to weave illusions, and I don't know how long it has been annihilated in the long river of history, but this palace is still spotless, just too quiet, too dead and silent.

There were no monks in front of the palace gate, they all entered, and the palace gate was wide open, but it was pitch black inside, and the situation could not be seen clearly.

Qian Zhenyan tightened Nangong Chen's hand, his palms were full of cold sweat, it was false to say that he was not nervous, after all, he was only a little monk with a three-layer foundation, he was only in his fifties, what a child.

There was no screaming from inside, maybe it wasn't as terrible as they imagined, Su Yinhua and Nangong Qi thought in unison.

Qian Zhenyan took Nangong Chen and walked over, the huge palace gate was shining with silver light, standing quietly on both sides, like two door gods, guarding this palace that had no souls.

Stepping into the darkness, suddenly time and space changed, the things in front of her changed greatly, Qian Zhenyan's sea of knowledge seemed to be hit by some heavy object, if it weren't for the soul bead protecting her primordial spirit, maybe there would be a problem. She was slightly distracted, and before she had time to see what had become around her, she was shocked to find that Nangong Chen was gone, and all she was holding in her hand was air.

Cold sweat suddenly dripped, she had obviously been holding Nangong Chen's hand, why was there no one as soon as she stepped into the palace?

At this time, she heard a man's voice in front of her, very familiar, a string in the record was tripped, she subconsciously looked up to see that a man in a white suit was putting the prepared Western food to the strip-shaped table, while looking up at her, and said expressionlessly, "Zhenyan, what are you doing in a daze?" Wash your hands and eat. ”

Qian Zhenyan was stunned, and her memory suddenly went back to more than a hundred years ago, when they were still on earth, and they were still in Feng Junwu's apartment, he went home every day to cook for her, and the fried dishes were different every day, his cooking skills were very good, and the whole room was full of fragrance when the dishes were served, so she was raised for nothing.

Looking up, it was Feng Junwu's house, everything was still the same, bright crystal chandeliers, fabric sofas, light gray floors, aqua blue curtain fabrics, and sunflowers planted by herself on the windowsill.

At this moment, the lights are already on outside the window, the neon lights are flashing, and the sunflowers on the windowsill are blooming very brilliantly, like smiling faces.

This scene, even Qian Zhenyan, who was not confused, was dumbfounded, it felt like returning to the earth, back to more than a hundred years ago, when she fell into the illusion of Shu Wendao before, she also forgot who she was and what she wanted to do, but the world that came out at that time was not the world she was familiar with, and there were no people she was familiar with, and the scenery and people in front of her could not see any clues, even Feng Junwu was as calm as usual, and there was a faint smell of tobacco on her body.

It turned out to be a fantasy. Qian Zhenyan closed her eyes and glanced back, there was no palace gate of the Liuli Palace behind her, and she was now completely standing in Feng Junwu's house, without the slightest change.

"Why haven't you come to dinner yet?" That Feng Junwu glanced at her lightly, turned around and went into the kitchen, took off his apron, and walked towards the restaurant again.

He likes to wear white clothes very much, and Qian Zhenyan has always felt that no man can wear a white suit like him, so good-looking, so straight, but now that he thinks about it, white represents purity, represents the purest and most true thing in the world, but it does not mean deception.

She walked over with some sadness, she knew that this was an illusion, and she knew that Feng Junwu might be the creature who weaved illusions, but she still couldn't bother to fight him, even if he betrayed herself back then, she had no intention of killing him, but just silently endured the life of the walking dead for ten years.

"Zhenyan, what are you thinking?" Feng Junwu, who was already sitting at the dining table and wiped her hands with a white towel, looked up, saw that she was still stunned at the door, and frowned slightly and asked.

His frowning appearance is really good-looking, and the faint sadness in the center of his eyebrows makes people feel distressed at first sight, in fact, many times Qian Zhenyan always laughs at him for his boy and girl, laughs at him for being more beautiful than the female star in the movie, Feng Junwu always looks at her without any expression, as if she has not heard of it.

Memories regress like a tide, as if they have returned to the earth, back to when she first met Feng Junwu ten years ago, Qian Zhenyan involuntarily walked over, she sat at a table, and Feng Junwu was just opposite, his frowning eyebrows only then dispersed, and Sven elegantly raised the knife and fork and began to enjoy the food.

Qian Zhenyan, who didn't know what it was like, also picked up the knife and fork, but instead of cutting the steak, she asked him, "Junwu, do you know what it's like to love someone?" ”

Feng Junwu was slightly stunned, slowly swallowed the steak he had just swallowed and said, "Love? It should be the process of two people attracting each other, making up for each other, and running in with each other, how did you think of asking this? ”

His answer made Qian Zhenyan stunned, and she couldn't help but think in her heart what kind of creature this guy would be, merman? Phantoms? Or something else? Why was he able to conjure up this world she had experienced? Is it because of the vibration of the divine consciousness before entering the palace? Could it be that he saw his own memories at that little contact?

Thinking that he didn't transform into Leng Feiyan but Feng Junwu, he couldn't help but feel a little disgusted with himself, the man who hurt her so hard, could she still not let go? Can't forget?

"Isn't it delicious?" Seeing that she had been stunned and didn't move, "Feng Junwu" was surprised and stretched out his fork to cut a small piece in her plate, put it in his mouth and tasted it, and wondered, "It tastes good?" Why don't you eat it? ”

Okay, what's wrong with me? I know it's a fantasy or a cranky idea! Qian Zhenyan sat up straight, she didn't put down her knife and fork, so as not to arouse the suspicion of the other party, and asked with a slight smile on her face, "Junwu, how do I remember that I don't seem to be in this world anymore and have gone to another world?" What about you? What world are you in? ”

"What world, that world?" Feng Junwu looked at her as if he was very confused, but he didn't eat any more.

"It seems to be ......," Qian Zhenyan thought contemptively, "It seems that I went to the South China Sea with many people, and we are going to explore a palace, ah, by the way, it is the South China Sea Glass Palace, I heard that it is the former residence of the merman......." ”

With a bang, the world suddenly returned to darkness, the dining table was gone, the sofa was gone, there was nothing, there was just darkness, just like the scene when she just stepped into the Liuli Palace, but she was covered in cold sweat, and took out a night pearl a little stiffly, and at the same time held the Ruoshui sword tightly in her hand. (To be continued.) )