Meng Yang's eyes narrowed, and he followed the direction pointed by Zhou Shan, just in time to see the female cultivator who surprised him.

This woman was wearing a sky blue Taoist dress, with a pink silk scarf on top of each other at the hem, and ornaments tied to her feet, making a clanging sound with the battle, just like when Meng Yang saw Zhou Shan.

The extremely beautiful face without powder is exciting, even Meng Yang can't help but take a few more looks.

Although I don't know it, judging from its explosive aura, it is certainly not a simple person.

And the middle-aged monk who fought against him, judging from his dress, did not look like a monk of Zhao Guo.

"Wait...!"

Seeing that Zhou Shan was about to rush out, Meng Yang shook his head, grabbed her wrist, and said in a low voice under the other party's eager and puzzled look: "Judging from the battle situation, your two senior sisters have the upper hand, and it is not them who are not pleasing in the fight, but the middle-aged monk, so you don't have to worry, I have something I want to discuss with you." ”

Zhou Shan took a deep breath and glanced at Li Jingyi, who was fighting, and the female cultivator beside her.

After retracting her gaze, she had already guessed in her heart what Meng Yang was going to say to herself at this moment.

Looking at the depression in Zhou Shanmei's eyes, Meng Yang's expression was as usual: "At the beginning, I promised to take you to Death Valley, but now it is an unexpected joy to meet your senior sister, with your senior sister's strength, it will not be difficult to protect you to Death Valley." At this moment, you want to help your senior sister deal with that middle-aged monk, I have no objection, I just hope you can help me keep it a secret. ”

"The soul blood will be returned to you now, and as for the matter at the bottom of the lake, I hope that Daoist friends can keep their mouths shut to others. ”

Looking at Meng Yang, whose eyes showed determination, Zhou Shan bit her pink lip and was silent, and only nodded after a long time.

"That being the case, we will be separated, and as for the ruins, it is better not to tell anyone else. ”

Looking at the look of hope in Zhou Shan's eyes, Meng Yang secretly smiled bitterly, without saying much, and summoned his soul blood from his heart.

In order to prevent the soul blood aura from being sensed by the three people who were fighting, Meng Yang exuded his spiritual sense early and enveloped the surroundings.

By the time Zhou Shan fused his soul and blood, Meng Yangren had already jumped into the dense forest behind him and gradually disappeared into Zhou Shan's complex beautiful eyes.

Just as Meng Yang was leaving, the faces of the three people fighting against each other suddenly changed greatly, and they all looked in the direction of Meng Yang's departure.

Under the flickering of his eyes, the middle-aged man, with a flash of fear in his eyes, hurriedly jumped out of the attack range of the two women.

"The disciples of Zhao Guofengshan Guan are worthy of their true reputation, and today Wang will not entangle with you if he still has important matters, and he will come another day to take away the treasures placed on the beauty. ”

After laughing, the middle-aged man threw smoke in his hand, and disappeared in the form of Changhong.

Looking at the direction of the middle-aged man's departure, the two goddesses snorted coldly with disdain.

Suddenly, he seemed to sense something, and when he turned his head to look, he saw Zhou Shan jumping from a big tree.

"Zhou Shan has seen Senior Sister Li and Senior Sister Ma. ”

Seeing the surprise on the faces of the two of them, Zhou Shan bowed, looking a little absent-minded.

Looking at the appearance of Zhou Shan, the little junior sister who was usually in the sect and liked to take care of her very much, and showed her true face again, the two older female cultivators glanced at each other, and looked at Zhou Shan's abdomen with spiritual power, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"You, you can make us worry, as long as it's okay. ”

One of the female cultivators pulled Zhou Shan over to look at this and where it was, and said with relief when she knew that it was confirmed.

The other woman's gaze didn't know whether it was intentional or not, and kept looking at the direction in which Meng Yang disappeared.

......

Talking about Meng Yang, after leaving Zhou Shan, he went east along the river.

As he passed by a large circular lake, he pondered what was next.

Suddenly, as if weightless, he was swept into the lake by a huge suction force.

With barely any resistance, he vanished as if he had never appeared.

After stabilizing his center of gravity, looking at the stone slab under his feet and the familiar hall in front of him, Meng Yang's face was full of surprise.

Because this turned out to be the palace at the bottom of the lake that he and Zhou Shan escaped from.

If he couldn't sense the blood-colored sword swimming in his mind, I'm afraid he would have doubted that everything he had done before was a dream.

Before he could react, a golden glow appeared throughout the palace.

When this light appeared, it was extremely dazzling, making Meng Yang look at each other and couldn't help but close his eyes.

However, the moment he closed his eyes, an all-white space filled his eyes.

With a shocked look, he immediately opened his eyes and watched this scene in disbelief.

As if sensing something, as soon as he turned around, he saw a figure.

To be precise, it was a person's back, a back that faintly flashed at the end of his gaze.

Looking cautiously at this person's back, Meng Yang's spiritual sense subconsciously swept away, but he didn't find anything.

Thinking of this, Meng Yang raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips.

With his eyes flickering, he cautiously asked, "Who are you, and why did you bring me here?"

"Who am I...?"

After a long time, there was a voice that seemed to ask and sigh.

As soon as the voice came out, it was like a thunderbolt rolling in the sky, ringing in the ears, like a person who made a sound, everywhere.

Meng Yang took a deep breath, frowned and was about to continue asking, but was interrupted by the next words.

"I didn't bring you, you came on your own!"

Meng Yang smiled incredulously: "I came by myself, why didn't I know?"

"If you knew, you would know who I am. ”

The voice was still ethereal, but it made Meng Yang stunned.

However, Meng Yang already had the answer in his heart.

"Are you Wu..."

Thinking of the picture he saw in the attic at the bottom of the lake, because he touched the wooden door, he was ready to speak.

Before he could speak, he was interrupted by the calm voice of an old man telling a story.

"Not really!"

"You, can you, know what I'm guessing?"

Meng Yang's face was cloudy, and he looked at the back.

"Well, because you are in my mental space, I can feel everything I think and do!"

"Who the hell are you?" Meng Yang didn't guess, and asked directly.

"I'm a forgotten ghost, and I don't want to mention my name. ”

Meng Yang squinted his eyes, his face was expressionless, and he wanted to complain and pretend to be a ghost, but when he thought about what this person had just said, he didn't bother to speak.

After the figure with his back to Meng Yang was quiet for a while, he shook his head, his tone changed for the first time, and he sighed: "Heaven is unfair, I should be strong, but in the end, I found that what I was thinking in my heart did not exist, and in the end, there was only a sigh. ”

Looking at the man's back with a heavy expression, Meng Yang thought for a long time and shook his head.

"Dutian He cries, Duer He is lonely, it's just a self-deception..."

"If you ask if this day can be reversed, this road can be walked..."

"Except that I don't know, or I don't know..."

Listening to the other party's constant muttering words, Meng Yang frowned, lowered his head, and didn't know what he was thinking under the flashing of his eyes.

"Since you don't know, you can look for this question!"

"......" Meng Yang's black face.