The spirit was immediately taken aback, and dodged aside in a panic, only to find that the girl in black was still motionless, as if she hadn't seen anything, and the pair of cut pupils exposed outside the veil seemed to be a little sluggish, just staring at the ten stone doors in front of the mausoleum, and her beautiful eyes flashed with a confused look.

The spirit immediately relaxed, he was just a wisp of thought, a formless existence, and this woman naturally couldn't see it.

But as soon as this thought arose, I felt that another ray of gaze swept in, completely pouring out of the place where the soul was hiding, and that ray of gaze froze.

The spirit was immediately nervous, and hurriedly dodged, but that ray of gaze immediately caught up, no matter how it tried to dodge and retreat, it was like a maggot on the tarsal bones to catch up, like a shadow walking in the sun, and there was nothing to hide.

The spirit was originally horrified, but when he found that there was no hostility in his gaze, but an inexplicable kindness, it was a strange feeling, a little inexplicable.

It is like a towering tree looking down on the ground, looking forward to a young seedling, after the baptism of wind and frost, one day it can look down on itself.

It's like a boundless sea looking into the distance, waiting for a trickle, after ups and downs, one day you can embrace yourself.

From seedlings to towering trees, from creeks to the boundless sea, it is a kind of anticipation of time, and any language description is pale.

Under this ray of gaze, the spirit only felt that it was incomparably kind, as if it was as heavy as a mountain, and couldn't help but lean forward lightly, feeling this kind of affectionate gaze.

But that glimmer of sight suddenly woke up. Immediately surged back like a tide, and disappeared without a trace in an instant, no matter how unwilling the spirit was to search, it was never found again.

At this moment, the black-clothed girl suddenly moved, and Miaoman's figure was like electricity, and she was about to sweep into the stone door of the Heavenly Demon Palace, but the scroll on her back floated down, blocking the front in an instant.

The girl in black immediately turned sharply and swept towards the stone door of the Demon Demon Cave. But she was always a little slower. The scroll of the scroll fluttered lightly, and it was stubbornly blocked in the way.

"For what? What is this for? ”

The black-clothed girl's face couldn't help but be depressed, she had been here for three or four days, but she could not continue to return to the tomb of the true king. Whether it's heading for that door. will be blocked by this scroll.

"You break open the ten stone doors in front of you. It's just that he can get the Nine Ghost Soul Water, and now he should have gotten his wish, for the appearance of this person. Don't let me take a look? ”

The black girl stared at the scroll with a dejected expression, her tone was almost pleading, she suddenly thought of her mother, the Moon Demon True King, the dignified Heavenly Demon Sect Master self-destructing body, and she had to find that person regardless of her life, it was not a fateful fate, everything was providential.

This scroll floats gently, like a cloud that changes for no reason, floating in the air leisurely, ethereal and unfathomable.

The wandering spirit suddenly found a familiar feeling on this scroll, as if that kind gaze was hidden in it, and immediately leaned forward excitedly.

The scroll was startled, and it immediately swept away like lightning, like a sudden gust of wind in the flat ground, sweeping the black-clothed girl in a trance in mid-air, and disappeared at the end of heaven and earth in an instant.

This change, in the electric light, when the spirit reacted, the scroll had disappeared without a trace, and he was immediately a little lost, I don't know why the ray of Lu Dao's gaze wanted to escape from himself?

The divine soul only felt dazed and helpless, floating in front of the tomb of the true king, although the sky and the earth in front of him were big, but he didn't know where to go?

But at this moment, in the stone gate of the Dry Bone Peak, there was a sudden sound of laughter, and a skeleton with white bones walked out of it, striding out like a living person, and its empty eyes looked around coldly.

On the hand bones of this skeleton, there was a pair of huge bone wings, which seemed to be the wings of an ancient fierce bird, and the majestic and violent aura emanated, and even the wandering spirit that was far away was faintly uneasy.

The skeleton had a bone on its face, and said smugly: "In the dry bone peak, the mountains are full of white bones, Renri Zhenjun and Xinjin Zhenjun want Lao Tzu's life, it is simply a big joke in the world, but the two of them actually killed the ninth-order flying bone general, fortunately, Lao Tzu did not make a rash move." ”

Speaking of this, his voice paused, but he said thoughtfully: "That Renri Zhenjun even stepped into the Skull Cliff, he must have wanted to go to the Heavenly Demon Hall to seize the Heavenly Demon Inheritance, but with the Heavenly Demon Holy Maiden and Tianyi Zhenjun here, he was just wishful thinking, Lao Tzu didn't plan to go to the Heavenly Demon Hall to try his luck at all, those ethereal treasures existed, but there is no insurance for things that are within reach." ”

As soon as the words fell, his empty gaze fell, looking at the pair of huge bone wings on the hand bones, and said to himself in a surprised tone: "This trip not only comprehends the subtlety of the Xuanyin Bone Refining Dafa, and becomes a natal supernatural power, but also kills the single Xinjin Zhenjun and obtains the bone wings of the ninth-order flying bone general, but it is worth the trip!" ”

"If this pair of bone wings is cultivated on the body, Lao Tzu can comprehend the talent and supernatural power of the flying bone general, and his strength will immediately increase by a few points, what the Demon Demon Saint Son and the Blood Devouring Saint Son are completely unafraid, and in the status of the Seven Saints of Heavenly Demons, Lao Tzu is at least in the top three."

The skeleton let out a dry laugh, it seemed to be a big man who had already dominated the world, riding on the heads of the rest of the holy sons and saints, he was extremely proud, and in this dry laughter, he walked away from the tomb of the true king like electricity, and at the end of the line of sight was farther and farther away.

Looking at the place where the skeleton disappeared, the wandering spirit was a little dazed, and he didn't know if he would catch up with it, that skeleton was too weird, not his own kind, which made him hesitate a little.

At this time, in the stone door of the Yin Corpse Tomb, a strong corpse aura suddenly swept over, which frightened the wandering spirits, and they dodged aside in a panic.

A young man who was covered in cold bones walked out of it, and his face was vaguely handsome like a dead man, but it was a miserable white color, and he walked out of it lightly.

A bronze coffin with black veins floated behind, also following him quietly, without making the slightest sound, as if it was growing on a part of his body, indescribably weird and terrifying.

In front of the tomb of the true king, the young man who looked like a corpse stood still, stretched out his white fingers and flicked on the black coffin behind him, his eyes flashed with violent light, and said sharply: "Wanqing, that golden shadow told the husband, the old thief who wanted to insult your innocence back then, his daughter has come to the ruins of the imperial city, do you want to take revenge now?" ”

As soon as his words fell, the black coffin suddenly trembled, and the coffin on top couldn't hold the lid and vibrate, as if the people inside were about to jump out.

The young man with a pale face was also excited, his trembling hand flicked the coffin, and said in a hoarse voice: "Wanqing, you are eager to avenge your husband's knowledge, but killing the old thief's daughter is too cheap, and the husband wants to refine his daughter into a corpse puppet, and in the future, he will kill the disciples of the Seven Star Palace, so that the old thief can experience what retribution is." ”

Speaking of the back, his voice was hoarse, and his whole body seemed to tremble slightly, and the black bronze coffin under his fingers vibrated equally violently, making a strange buzzing sound, as if to soothe his violent emotions.

"Wanqing! Wanqing! The white-faced young man's voice was hoarse, and he said softly: "Back then, you were one of the five geniuses of the border wilderness, proficient in thirteen kinds of natal powers, and had a bloodline sensing technique, that old thief has a bitter hatred with us, and his breath should not be forgotten!" ”

As if in response to his words, the black bronze coffin trembled slightly, and a terrifying corpse qi overflowed from it.

The white-faced young man nodded silently, and said in a deep voice: "Well, with Wanqing's magical powers, the old thief's daughter can dig three feet into the ground to find it as long as she is in the ruins of the imperial city, even if it is a cold corpse." ”

As soon as his words fell, the black bronze coffin suddenly flew up, as if it was going to lead the way in front, floating in the air, while the white-faced young man walked behind step by step, like a papier-mâché person, light and fluttering.

The wandering spirit listened quietly, and only felt that the young man with a miserable white face was extremely pitiful, and seemed to have an unusually miserable past, not as terrible as it seemed.

The spirit only felt pity in its heart, and was about to catch up with it, but suddenly, in the door of the blood pool, a whistling wind raged out, sweeping through the sky at a speed like lightning, and seemed to chase in the direction of the disappearance of the white-faced youth.

The spirit was swept in, like cotton wool in a strong wind, and it couldn't be autonomous at all, so it could only shrink in a ball, caught in the wind and break through the air like electricity.

This gust of wind swept out suddenly, looking unusually strange and sudden, and a vague face could be faintly seen in the wind, as if there was no existence, it seemed to be a ghost imprisoned in the wind.

Is there a person hiding in the wind? The spirit was immediately frightened, he wanted to escape immediately, but he was tightly bound by the wind, and it was extremely difficult to move, and there was no possibility of getting rid of it.

The soul is twisted and struggling in all kinds of ways, but it is in vain, he can only give up in despair, he can't help but look at the face in the wind, the face seems to be handsome and extraordinary, the crown is broad, the feather coat flutters like a fairy, quite dusty.

And what made the soul feel a little more at ease was that the young man in the feather coat who was hiding in the wind didn't seem to realize his existence, a pair of clear and bright eyes just looked into the distance, and at the end of this pair of sights, it was the place where the young man with a miserable white face disappeared. (To be continued......)