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The old woman walked ahead. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info [Latest Chapter Reading]

The ancient tomb is changing, the dark tomb passage is secluded, and the light and shadow are separated.

The old woman is also changing.

When she stepped into the tomb door with only one foot, her old face gradually distorted, revealing her head.

On her body, all the flesh and blood seemed to be given life, and the flesh buds grew all over her body, densely turned, making Yun Qianman feel in a trance that it was a wheat field all over the mountains. The granules continued to tremble, as if swept by the autumn wind, forming waves of wheat on her back.

When the granules were gone, she returned to her original form.

It's just that the silver hair has become bright red, and the face is so delicate that it seems to be about to flow water. In a short period of time, I have become younger, as if I have been reborn. was so young that Yun Qianman looked at it a few more times, and he felt that he was ridiculously old. Such a young and bewitching color is fully displayed, and the amber-like pupils turn into glass-like purple, crystal clear, and rippling.

Not only is he younger, but his cultivation has also increased exponentially.

"Red woman?" Yun Qianman vaguely remembered her name and asked in disbelief.

"My name is Hongshuliu." She chuckled.

"You're not a red woman!"

"Hongpo is me, Hongshuliu is also me, you and I are the same, and we all shed the same blood."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Look at your palm, you are the tenth palace master appointed by the fairy, if it weren't for the time, the fairy would wake up today, and you could have been a palace master for ten or eight years." Hongshuliu smiled and said something that Yun Qianman couldn't understand at all.

Who is a fairy and what kind of person can be worthy of the word "immortal", I don't understand. Yun Qianman raised her palm in a bit of panic, looking at the mark in her palm, the crimson brand that burned her from time to time. Could it be that it is the culprit of all this?

"What do you mean I'm the tenth palace master?" She asked.

"You'll find out in a moment."

Hongshu Willow continued to walk forward, and the end of the tomb was dimly lit. Walking into the depths, a few red hairsprings gradually appeared in the air, which was extremely rich and blood-colored aura, writhing in the void like living creatures. As the gossamer became denser and denser, a bronze gate stood horizontally. Standing still, blocking the way.

The door was just as old, the original paint on it had long since fallen off, and it was covered with a layer of bright red flesh. It's no different from the flesh buds that grow on the red willow. Now Yun Qianman knew that it was a bloody coat formed after the blood-colored aura was dense to a certain extent.

"The fairy is waiting for you inside." After Hong Shuliu finished speaking, she stretched out her hand to push the door.

The old door slowly opened, and the layer of flesh that covered it seemed to be torn open by a pair of invisible giant hands, making a snorting sound. It's like countless worms are scurrying around, making people's scalp tingle. If it weren't for Yun Qianman's eagerness to see the fairy's demeanor, he would have vomited a long time ago.

However, there were no fairies in it, not only were there no fairies, not even a living person. It is still blood-red, with ten sarcophagi in the middle, crawling with red "cobwebs" that connect all the sarcophagi together to form a nest that obscures their original colors.

There was a lifeless pool of blood in the coffin.

Occasionally, a few blood blisters are turned out. Prove that it is not a complete backwater.

How can there be fairies in such a place, don't lie to me!

Before Yun Qianman could ask, the imprint in the palm of her hand sent out a cone of pain again, this time it was stronger than any before, the pain was like a thousand arrows in her heart, making her tremble all over her body and sweat coldly. At the same time, the blood-colored aura that had been lurking in the dantian was waiting for an opportunity to rush out, breaking out of the Dao encirclement, like a red arrow shuttling through thousands of spiritual qi. There was a sound of murder in my ears. And in her dantian, there have already been stormy waves.

The red and white strangulation was staged again in her body.

And she was like a helpless bystander, unable to do anything, helpless.

"You're here......"

A blood bubble emerges from the pool of blood again. Brings out a sweet voice like a warbler's voice.

"Fairy?"

Yun Qianman endured the pain and asked, and when he looked around, it was indeed a ghost place, and even the red willow was gone.

There are still no fairies.

"You better call me sister, you are like them, you have a blood of mine in your body. We shed the same blood. Her words meant the same as what Hong Shuliu said, she shed the same blood, she didn't understand, she only shed the same blood as her parents. And as far as she knew, Yun Qianman himself didn't have any parents. After the fairy finished speaking, the blood in the pool slowly arched like a fountain, turning into a slender human form, casting a gentle elder-like gaze in the void.

But this look actually made Yun Qianman sit on the ground.

The dantian returned to silence in an instant, and the blood-colored aura that was fighting in the midst of the ten thousand armies seemed to be frightened by something, and it hibernated in the depths again.

The battlefield where the fierce battle is in full swing is silent.

The silence didn't last long, and the blood-soaked elder stared for a moment, then tilted his head back and spread his arms. The blood in the pool turned into a swimming dragon and soared into the air, and everywhere it passed, the runes on the sarcophagus were all lit up, and the originally dim tomb became brilliant in an instant.

"With my bloodline, build my immortal body, gather the immortal spirit again, and break through the nine heavens! When I see the light of day again, I want the Three Realms to be unable to live in peace, the world bears me, and I have to bear the world's ......" The fairy's voice sounded, full of ears, but it made people's blood gush.

Yun Qianman heard this voice, and his body involuntarily walked to a sarcophagus and slowly lay down in it. When the lid closed, she looked even further. She saw that only she and the other nine people were left in the vast world, and the white feather and the red willow were also among them, and a red blood line slowly gathered in one place on all of them, and a gorgeous blood lotus bloomed in the center.

said that she was the lord of the ten houses, but it turned out that she was the tenth person to die.

Is it going to die so inexplicably?

She didn't know why this fairy's bloodline ran to her, it should have something to do with the mark in her hand.

Why I chose her, I don't understand.

Beyond the tombs.

The main hall of the Phantom Immortal Palace, which was originally solid as a rock, finally fell with a bang, and the dust stirred up seemed to bury the entire abyss. In the dust, a griffin went on a rampage, its golden wings like sharp blades, killing and wounding everywhere it passed.

Two rays of light descended from the sky.

When they swooped in one after the other, a disciple stopped in the middle, only to see her feet in the void, coming and going like the wind, it was the only remaining foundation building disciple. But the two rays of light only froze slightly, and then rushed straight through, and the disciple was knocked out more than a hundred feet away in an instant. It slammed into the hanging wall in the distance, branding a huge stone pit. The spiritual power surging in her body had not stopped, and this disciple had not been able to break free from the stone pit, and finally exploded into a rain of blood.

The purple and green light drove straight to the bottom of the valley and found the exit of the ancient tomb in the mud and dust.

After some "humility", Ziguang flew into the cave first.

In just two breaths, the two of them had crossed the bronze gate and reached the final burial chamber. (To be continued.) )