The breath of Lao Jie, Xuanhu and Ah Mi filled the entire garden, mixed in it, if it weren't for the nine bright little nose thief spirits, I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to distinguish these kinds of breaths at all.

"It doesn't matter, look for it little by little, and you can always find the most intense one."

The black meadow stretched as far as the eye could see, and there was nothing to look around. The two of them searched carefully along the soft and fluffy grass in the garden. Jiu Mingmei was in charge of the overall search direction, and Feng Qianji was from time to time picking up fluffy grass to explore the traces of fairies. Look at the appearance of these two people bending over and crawling around, I don't know if they are two little sheep eating grass.

Suddenly, in the dark and windy night, a white light crossed and lit up the entire soul garden, like day. Behind them, the group of barge beasts were still playing with shame, as if they didn't notice the sudden change in the sky. As soon as the two of them looked up, they saw a majestic palace emerging out of thin air on a large meadow in the center of the garden, exactly like the Hanging Palace. In just an instant, the day disappeared, and the night returned, and the hanging hall disappeared with the day.

"It's a hide." Nine bright and one happy.

"There are so many guards hidden around that 'Hanging Palace' that there are about seventy of them the moment they appeared. Look at the array, it is the array of guards and hides. Feng Qianji looked at him and said, "Mei'er, it's not a self-admonition!" ”

There will be a mystery in every living soul, which is equivalent to their heart, condensing the most important things in their hearts. Immortals can come out with affection in their hearts, and they must stay with the mystery. If you find the hide, you will get twice the result with half the effort.

However, the Mystery often has no substance. It doesn't even have a fixed shape, and it's usually scattered in one or several places in the Garden of Souls, with no regularity at all. Therefore, Jiu Mingmei had already prepared for a long-term battle, and inspected every piece of grass in the garden.

Who would have thought that there would be a hanging hall in this garden!

Not every living soul will have a house in it, but if there is, there must be a hidden mystery there. Because if the soul wants to protect the hide, it needs a solid shell and a lot of guards. On the contrary, there are houses and guards. Where the Hideaway is. Isn't it just that you don't recruit yourself?

"Oh, Wan Yongte's honesty, it's a good refutation!"

The two of them looked at each other and smiled, and immediately set off for the center of the garden. The landscape of the garden changes from time to time. Sometimes it's a cold and cloudy day. It's foggy everywhere. A large stone would suddenly pop out of the grass; Sometimes it was the middle of the night when the blood moon was in the sky, and the whole garden was covered in blood...... Overall, it's still dark night.

Because the garden changes from time to time. It adds a lot of difficulty to finding fairies. The two of them waited in the middle of the garden for a long time, and did not wait for the next day.

"Still waiting here?"

"Well, although the Hanging Hall has disappeared, this is where the breath is the strongest."

Jiu Mingmei pinched the tip of her nose, chose the best position, and sat down. The expected soft touch of the fluffy grass did not appear, and she lowered her head, finding that there was a low stool under her ass at some point. Feng Qianji made a trick, put a cushion on her head, and then sat down next to her shoulder.

He was tall, next to her petite body, like a towering tree protecting a small flower nearby.

Jiu Mingmei glanced at him: "It's good to sit on the ground, comfortable." ”

"The girl's family, even if she doesn't care about her image, she has to care about her own body." The woman's body is yin, and the cold in this soul is particularly strong, sitting on the wet and cold fluffy grass, too cold, not good for the body.

Jiu Mingmei was puzzled, how could this tone be like eight days? She smiled and kicked the stool under his ass with a kick. It's okay now, his ass has a close contact with the fluffy grass, anyway, he is a man's family, he doesn't care about the image, and he doesn't care about the cold and hot body, right?

Feng Qianji fell, but still stretched her arms and legs gracefully, and said with a smile: "Mei'er doesn't like stools, I have a way here that can sit comfortably and keep warm from the cold, Mei'er is willing to try?" Although it was a question, he didn't give her the slightest time to think, and took her into his bosom and sat on his lap.

Jiu Mingmei grinded her cheeks, and the thigh cushion below her head was indeed warm and soft, which was a good object.

"The wind is a thousand clouds." She called softly, and her little hand touched his thigh dishonestly.

"Huh?" He bowed his head in response, his big rough palm caressing her red hair, his heart full of joy.

"It's time for you to lose weight."

“……”

Compared with the previous leg muscles, the muscles are strong and tight, and now they are warmer and softer. Since I opened the wine shop, my own food is better than a day, and if it goes on like this, I will let Ming'er muscles all let the fat top the bag, it's a pity.

Mei'er said that it makes sense, Feng Qianji laughed embarrassedly, and couldn't wait to take off her clothes on the spot, so that she could see his strong muscles!

A white light crossed the dark sky, the day returned, and the palace was seen again!

Nine bright and windy Qianji immediately tossed up, made a trick, turned into two small bees, passed through the layers of guards, and went straight to the hanging hall. The palace has guards and a separate barrier, and ordinary people are not allowed to enter even if they are transformed. But both of them are masters of the Immortal Law and have a lot of experience in entering the Soul Wander, so it is not difficult to break the enchantment.

Different from the real hanging hall, this palace has no main hall, inner hall, and courtyard, and only one main hall. The dark ink stone pattern spreads out from the center of the hall, and climbs up along the wall, like a black dragon, tossing and flying. This kind of dragon pattern looks very familiar, and it looks like the ornament commonly used in the Tianshui Palace where the Heavenly Monarch lives. It's just that the Tianshui Palace is golden, and this hall is Xuanwen. There is no such pattern in the real hanging hall, but I don't know how there is this dragon pattern in the soul of the brave man?

The palace was empty, as if it had been sacked by bandits, and there was no trace of it.

The two of them sniffed lightly and flew to the top of the temple along the dragon pattern. Hey, it's a bit of a valuable item, it's a big inky gold chest, suspended on top. The four sides of the box are sealed, not to mention the lock, and there is not even a gap for ventilation.

Jiu Mingmei turned back into her body and said, "Don't move the box, I'll perform the spell." ”

Feng Qianji knew that it was easy to cause large fluctuations during the spell, which disturbed Wan Yong's soul, so he immediately turned back into his body, firmly held the box with both palms, and nodded slightly to her.

Jiu Mingmei smiled, made a trick, and condensed the immortal method at his fingertips. The brilliant red flame, as if swirling and dancing on the ten fingers, is very beautiful. (To be continued.) )