Yanyuzhuang in the south of the Yangtze River, a small village adjacent to Taihu Lake.

The climate here is pleasant, the four seasons are like spring, and because of the proximity to Taihu Lake, the waterway transportation here is very developed, and some celebrities, businessmen or gangs have chosen this place as their headquarters. And not far from Taihu Lake and Yanyuzhuang, there is a water building surrounded by flowers.

The whole building is exquisite and gorgeous, and at first glance it is carefully carved by everyone. The flowers that surround this floating structure are also in bloom all year round, but the only thing that is strange to the fishermen around Yanyuzhuang is that there are no butterflies or bees flying here at any time, and what is even more frightening is that anyone who passes by this building does not come back the next day, as if they have disappeared.

Blood-red flowers surrounded the building, and it just fell alone outside the Yanyu Village, as if no one had ever cared about it. If Song Hexuan was here at this time, he would definitely scream, the frighteningly red flowers in front of him were too familiar to him.

A solitary flower stem, without leaves, and at the top of the flower stem is a blooming incomparably brilliant blood-colored petal. Mandala, the demon flower from the Western Regions, in the Central Plains, this flower is known as the flower of the soul that blooms on the other side of the Yellow Spring.

The flowers bloom without seeing the leaves, and the leaves do not see the flowers. The flowers and leaves are gone, and life and death are cherished. The mandala is recorded in the Buddhist scriptures as the flowers and leaves of the other side of the flower, blooming on the bank of the Yellow Spring.

And as the largest and most mysterious killer organization in today's martial arts, Tianwaitian, it would be really good to use this kind of flower as a backdrop.

I don't know why, the Outer Heaven Hall, which used to be busy and quiet, is empty today, only a mysterious man with a black veil standing in the center of the hall looking at a painting in a daze, frowning as if it was difficult to open.

The painting is large, large enough to cover the walls of the entire hall. The picture is very clean but very weird, one is dressed in a fiery red dress, plump, glamorous, looking forward to the brilliance, and her gestures are all with a feminine charm and even bewitching style. Her eyebrows are picturesque, her lips are red, her little face is like a goose egg, her thin and plump delicate body, and her fiery red clothes that swing in the wind.

The only fly in the ointment is that the skin is like a gel, and the white and flawless neck and collarbone are covered with blood-red dark lines for some reason, outlining a bewitching flower.

The masked man looked at the painting for a long, long time, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if his heart was very entangled, and finally he slightly pursed his eyebrows as if he had made some kind of determination.

I saw the masked man silently walk to the front of the portrait, and then kneel on his knees and bow three times and bow nine times. Knock, knock, knock a few heads hitting the ground sounded, and the wall in front of the man suddenly rose, revealing a bottomless passage behind it.

The passage was dark, without the slightest light, as if it were a beast with its mouth wide open waiting for others to enter. The masked man who got up from the ground patted the dust off his body, and then walked straight into the dark hole.

With a clang, the wall fell.

I couldn't see my fingers in the tunnel, and I couldn't see anything clearly. But the masked man walked calmly, as if he had been to this place many times, familiar with the way, and not stranger at all.

The tunnel has a certain slope, and the touch from your feet can tell that it is the road to the underground.

I don't know how long I walked, but bright lights began to appear in front of the man's eyes, but something strange was that these bright lights seemed to be very irregular, and there was a feeling of light in the water.

A cold jade bed made of thousand-year-old ice in the belly of the Great Snow Mountain, a set of stone tables and chairs carved out of stone, and a block of ice that is three feet high. Other than that, there was nothing else in the room, food, flowers, or even breath.

The masked man who walked into the room first glanced worriedly at the sparkling Taihu Lake above his head, and his eyes revealed an incredible gaze. No matter how many times you visit, every time you see the Taihu Lake overhead, you will feel incredible.

That's right, the whole dungeon can be said to be not complicated, and even a little simple and excessive, because there is only one room in front of you. However, this room was built under the Taihu Lake, and above the room is the water of the entire Taihu Lake. The room is separated from the water of Taihu Lake, and it is just a thin film of true air.

Taking off the black veil on his face, he was handsome, and a face that looked like Pan An appeared in the room. Without hesitation, the man took off his veil and went straight to the ice, knelt down heavily, and kowtowed very respectfully.

"The disciple of the Outer Heaven Xi Feng implored the Holy Mother to appear in her true body, and the disciple wanted to make a confession."

After saying a word, Xi Feng bowed down again, and didn't dare to raise his head. He knew who the master of the room was, and if he made any change before the master spoke, death would be an unrealistic luxury.

"Get up." A crisp female voice echoed through the room.

After hearing the voice, Xi Feng hurriedly stood up as if he had been pardoned, and wiped the cold sweat on his face. And I don't know when there was an extra woman in the room that was empty before. A woman in the middle of an ice cube.

Xi Feng looked up carefully, and sure enough, this woman was exactly the same as the woman on the mural outside, if you want to say that it is the only difference, that is, the woman in the ice is called the painting outside, which is less charming and more solemn.

"Tell Our Lady, a few days ago, the spies came with the news that the matter of Qingyun Castle has all ended, and Shen Qingyun and the two congenital masters of the lifeless old mother have all died, and it is rumored that it was done by the four evildoers who have been in the limelight recently, and the firearm that everyone wants was destroyed in that station."

After Xi Feng lowered his head and said the information of the past few days, he stood in front of the ice with a panicked face.

"That's what you're here for? Do you still need to alarm me about such a trifle? What do you do to eat, and then there is next time you know the consequences. Hum. ”

With a cold snort, Xi Feng was so frightened that he was in a cold sweat, and the whole person knelt directly on the ground.

"Please also ask Our Lady to calm her anger, of course my subordinates know that these little things should not be bothered, but the two names that appear in this information, my subordinates think that Our Lady should be interested, so"

"Don't ink, say grateful." The woman's voice looked impatient.

"The first is the Lord of the Six Sects of the Two Realms - the Cangxuan Demon Lord, and the second is the Kurong Dao Master who claims to be the Shanye Sanren."

"What !!"

Before Xi Feng could finish speaking, the eyes of the woman in the ice cube suddenly opened, and a pair of eyes were like ice balls, shooting out a cold light, and the deep ink-colored eyes flowed out of the devouring cold air. The entire underground room was suddenly filled with Sen Ran's killing machine, and the depressed breath was almost suffocated, but fortunately, the killing machine appeared and disappeared quickly.

Xi Feng, who had been reborn, knelt on the ground and breathed in the fresh air, for the first time he felt that it was such a wonderful thing to be alive.

"Duh, order all the eyeliners of the outer heavens to investigate the situation of these two people for me, and carry out the assassination of all the forces and gangs in the rivers and lakes, and at the same time order the Western Regions Tantric Sect Ling Yunyu to speed up the pace for me, and the eight factions of the outer martial arts must also fully assist."

"Yes, my subordinates understand."