Although he was not injured, his spiritual power was about to be exhausted, and he stumbled when he went ashore, and the sweat on his forehead dripped a dense layer.

"How?" Cangnan couldn't help but ask.

Feng Xinglan shook his head, his voice hoarse as if an iron tool was scraping: "There's no her ...... inside" He had already searched the bottom of the pool carefully, but he didn't find any breath from her.

Even if there were, it was already vaporized, right? Cangnan sighed in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it.

He wanted to divert Feng Xinglan's attention: "Maybe she's not dead?" That girl is very clever, maybe she fooled this Hu Fengnan into this magma. She ran away with an injury, shall we look for it again? I recruited her soul just now, but I didn't recruit a star and a half, so I shouldn't be dead yet. Let's go, let's go, let's find out. ”

Pull Feng Xinglan's sleeve and leave.

Feng Xinglan also held on to one in ten thousand hopes, and continued to check in this castle.

The two of them turned around three times and then turned to the secret room where the special coffin was kept, and saw the coffin.

There were a lot of blood stains in the coffin, Feng Xinglan pounced, and before he could get to the front, he smelled the smell of blood that belonged to Jun's crimson.

She's been locked up in this coffin before!

Although Cangnan's divine martial arts are not as good as Feng Xinglan, after all, he has lived in this world for a long time, and he has seen more things.

He saw the coffin staggering for a moment, and blurted out, "Ice and Fire Coffin!" That bastard actually tortured her with this thing! It's so inhuman! ”

Although Feng Xinglan had never seen the Ice and Fire Coffin, he had heard of the perversion of this coffin......

He wiped some blood from the coffin with trembling hands, sniffed it, and shook his body, almost unable to stand.

Looking at the freshness of this blood, the time is not long, that is to say, it is not long before Jun Crimson was killed, and she should have been trapped in the coffin for the past three days to suffer, so that every day should not be, and the earth is not spiritual, how desperate should she be in these three days?

Crimson, crimson –

Sorry!

His eyes were slightly closed, and his limbs were cold.

He and the god Cangnan searched the black sea buckthorn castle all over the world, but never found Jun's crimson shadow.

There were still some resentful spirits flying around, but the power of Feng Xinglan and Cangnan Shangshen was too strong, and they didn't dare to come over.

These resentful spirits were refined by Hu Fengnan, who were once trapped by him with secret techniques as his weapons, and were trapped by him every day and couldn't get out, and they were very resentful, and now that Hu Fengnan is dead, these resentful spirits have naturally finally escaped.

But although they don't remember anything from their past lives, their hatred and resentment make them instinctively hate Hu Fengnan, and now these resentful spirits are whistling near the keel, wanting to go down and bite, but they don't dare to approach the magma for fear of magma.

Feng Xinglan suddenly began to catch those resentful spirits one by one, especially looking at the resentful spirits who were women before they were alive.

These resentful spirits are not sane and unrecognizable, even if their fathers and mothers in their previous lives come, they can't tell who they are......

These resentful spirits are timid and vicious, and when they were caught by Feng Xinglan, they were very frightened and angry, and they couldn't help but struggle desperately, showing their white teeth and biting desperately......

Feng Xinglan didn't use spells to block, once he opened the spell to block, he couldn't feel the breath on them, what if, there was Jun Crimson in this?

It was still extremely painful to be bitten by the resentful spirit, and Feng Xinglan's fingers and the back of his hand were all small wounds bitten by the resentful spirit.

The wounds were iron-blue, like messy nails piercing his wounds.

When he catches one, he senses its breath, and when he knows it's not, he purifies it with his hand.

This kind of resentful spirit and demonic thought is too heavy to be measured, and can only be purified.

Cangnan Shangshen also wanted to follow and arrest, but he stopped him, he only whispered a few words: "Don't hurt her again." ”

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At this point, happy 520 friends.