"Lord, master......" cried the black horse, trembling.

You don't have to look back, and you know that something big has happened behind you. But her afterglow first saw the body of the green soul crouching on the ground and curled up in a ball.

What happened to the Green Soul?

The prison painting protected the spirit wind around his body, and bent down to inspect the situation of the green soul for the first time.

The green soul lowered her head, she couldn't see his face, but she could hear his teeth fighting up and down.

"Green Soul, how are you?" Prison painting became anxious. Although she has slowly become stronger, in her subconscious, the green soul is her reliance. If something happened to the green soul, she was the most nervous.

The green soul did not answer, and seemed to be in pain beyond words.

"Master, the corpse is deceitful! He's coming! The black horse shouted again. The prison painting was still bent over, and when he turned his head, he saw a person standing in the coffin, staring at her like a cold pool.

It's really a fraud.

But

Can corpses still breathe?

This peat is unscientific!

With the spirit wind in front of him as a shield, the prison painting is not very worried about being attacked. She wanted to know more if it was a corpse or a resurrection.

If it's a corpse, it's understandable. I took the orb from the mouth of the corpse with only one breath left, and it was normal for people to feel that something was wrong and stand up to take a look.

But if it's a resurrection, it's weird. Obviously, Fang Ju'an's major general's subordinate was still behind and was dragged back by Shao Lulu, and the legendary person with a red mole on his eyebrows had not yet appeared, how could Fang Ju'an be resurrected?

It's a corpse, it must be a corpse. Prison Painting stood up, smiled awkwardly at Fang Ju'an, who was looking at her with a cold face, and said, "Big brother, are you awake?" Don't sleep for a while? ”

Fang Ju'an died as a general, wearing a military uniform and a helmet on his head before his death, revealing only one face. At this time, the face was flat, the two eyes stared at her motionlessly, the expression changed from anger to doubt, from doubt to confusion, and finally it turned out to be like a delirium, crying for a while, laughing for a while, and a bubbling nose.

"Big brother, what's wrong with you?" The prison painting subconsciously took a few steps back, and wanted to drag the green soul back. With the strength of the prison drawing, it is easy to move the embodied green soul. But for some reason, the green soul's body was fixed in place, not moving.

He's fighting against?

This realization made the prison painting immediately let go of his hand.

She didn't take it seriously when the corpse of a zombie boss who had been sleeping for thousands of years was staring at the prison painting.

But the green soul was resisting her thoughts, which made her feel cold in her back for a moment.

She silently stepped back, keeping a slightly secure distance from Fang Ju'an and Qing Soul.

"Green Soul?" She tried to summon the green soul again.

"Green Soul?" The same words came out of the mouth of the awakened corpse, in the same tone.

The prison painting glanced at Fang Ju'an in surprise. Big brother, is it really good for you to learn from me to speak at this time?

Soon, Fang Ju'an gave the answer to prison painting.

He let out a mocking sneer, his chest shaking violently as his armor made a "ding-dong" sound.

A word came to mind.

The flowers trembled.

"You call him Green Soul?" Fang Ju'an's sneer continued, just laughing and laughing changed its taste, and it became a real laugh, the kind that couldn't be stopped at all.

At first, she thought the general was very humorous, but when she saw him laughing so much that tears and snot flowed out, she didn't think it was so funny.

On the contrary, a strong uneasiness rose in my heart.

"Green Soul?!" Prison Painting shouted the name of the green soul again, and at the same time tried to summon the green with his mind

The soul returns.

At this moment, she froze.

Her telepathic connection with the Green Soul has been severed!

The green soul who was squatting on the ground and curled up finally gave her a reaction and slowly stood up.

The prison painting and the black horse were all shocked.

And they saw clearly,

In the middle of the green soul's eyebrows,

There is a blood-red mole!

"You call him Green Soul?" Fang Ju'an stepped out of the coffin with long legs, and because he was wearing armor, he seemed to be moving a lot.

"Do you know who he is?" He approached the green soul step by step, and the smile on his face was a little weird and hideous.

I don't know. But prison painting felt that this Fang Ju'an was not kind to Qing Soul.

She tried to use the spiritual wind to pull the green soul to her side. However, she found that her spiritual wind was resisted by the green soul like never before. This resistance is like the ability to accumulate soil and become a house from the soul of the green soul itself, and it is not the original intention of the green soul. Because Qing Soul's eyes were obviously full of fear when he looked at Fang Ju'an.

His head hurt, very painful. The moment the coffin was opened, he only felt a powerful force sucking something from his body. Then he felt as if his head had lost some important kinetic energy. At the same time, he was controlled by an inexplicable emotion, which made him feel a strange pain from his heart.

To his despair, at such a time, he couldn't move! And his body instinctively fights against the spirit of the prison painting. It seemed like a kind of out-of-control protection, but it also made him panic that the steering wheel was not in his hands.

Fang Ju'an approached the green soul step by step, looking condescendingly at the young soul who was sweating and nervous, the kind of lofty momentum and the murderous aura accumulated over the battlefield seemed to have a kind of lethality in itself, which could weaken the opponent's strength in mind.

That is, the legend, I will kill you with my eyes.

Is this his Jedi? The green soul thought desperately. It's a pity that until he died, he didn't figure out who he really was.

But he forgot that he was not fighting alone.

Seeing that the soul of the young man could not be dragged down, he immediately pinched the seal with both hands and laid a barrier around Fang Ju'an's body to trap him. After a period of cultivation, the solidity of this barrier has reached the peak of the prison painting so far. She couldn't figure out whether Fang Ju'an was a cultivator who had come back from the dead or a thousand-year-old zombie. It doesn't matter what kind of road he is, try to block one first.

Immediately, she rushed to the side of the green soul with an arrow step, and stood side by side with the green soul, accepting the baptism of Fang Ju'an's eyes together.

It's a battle between the eyes.

"What do you want to do?" Prison painting asked.

Fang Ju'an seemed to be inexplicably questioned by the prison painting. From his disdainful eyes, the prison painting seemed to read four words.

It's your business!

"There is a red mole in the center of the eyebrows. Yes, that's you! Fang Ju'an was obviously a little excited, and his eyebrows were filled with a strange excitement.

Only then did he realize that what he had been staring at was not the eyes of the green soul.

It's the eyebrows of the green soul.

He stretched out his hand and pointed at the center of the green soul's eyebrows, as if he wanted to touch the red mole.

But it was blocked by the barrier erected by the spiritual wind.

"What is this?" Fang Ju'an was puzzled and touched the invisible barrier in front of him.

At first, he was just surprised, but soon he realized that the barrier had trapped him in a small area, making him unable to move.

A person who has just woken up will wake up more or less with a little bit of gas. Not to mention a man who has slept for thousands of years, wakes up to find that his beads have been stolen, and locks himself up.

Fang Ju'an immediately became irritable. He shouted, "Bold! Then he used his ox-like body to slam into the invisible barrier. Taking advantage of this time, the prison painting dragged the green soul that could not move to the side little by little.

"Green Soul, it's time for you to lose weight!" It's hard to drag on. She never thought that such a small Zhengtai would be so heavy.

Qing Soul mechanically turned his head and looked at the prison painting.

When he saw it, his eyes were empty and his spirit was lost.

"Qing Soul, what's wrong with you?" The prison painting shook the green soul's shoulder, trying to shake the green soul's sanity back.

"Open it to Lao Tzu!" Fang Ju'an pounded the barrier irritably. Soon, he seemed to remember that he was still a cultivator, and finally gave up the hysterical roars and critical attacks, sat cross-legged, pinched and chanted mantras, and mobilized some strength as if he was very high, and approached the invisible barrier.

However, it is of no avail.

After some tossing, he finally quieted down.

He looked at the prison painting, and the prison painting was looking at him.

"Who are you? What was done to me? Fang Ju'an asked.

"Who are you? What was done to him? The prison painting pointed at the green soul and asked rhetorically.

Fang Ju'an's face showed a mocking smile: "You can ask him." ”

Prison Painting knew that Fang Ju'an couldn't escape from the cage he had set up, so his momentum was much stronger, and he directly pressed the spiritual wind from top to bottom on Fang Ju'an's body, locking his entire body firmly in that closed cage.

Fang Ju'an screamed in horror.

"It's not a formation! Who are you? What the hell do you want to do?! ”

He clearly didn't know what he was up against.

"Didn't the prophet tell you that when a man with a red mole appeared on his brow, would anyone be with him?" The prison painting approached Fang Ju'an's body and looked directly into Fang Ju'an's eyes.

The fear and confusion she saw in his eyes.

Well, that's good. That's what I want. That's the vibe she wants.

Fang Ju'an shook his head violently. Now the only thing he can move is his head.

"Who the hell are you? How do you know about prophesied things? Is it Kidong who has rebelled? Did he tell you?! ”

"Sort of." Prison Painting thinks there is nothing wrong with this answer.

But things are clearly going in an unexpected direction. Fang Ju'an began to scold after hearing this. first scolded Jidong for being a traitor, and then scolded himself for being stupid, and it was really a pig's brain to hand over such an important matter to such a person.

The dungeon heard the sound of footsteps approaching slowly outside the tomb visibly stagnant.

accidentally sowed discord.

Still, it's good.

After scolding for a while and reflecting for a while, Fang Ju'an finally began to think about his future problems.

For example, how to solve the dilemma at hand.

He craned his neck to look at the prison painting. The prison painting is studying the changes in the green soul, but it doesn't seem to see anything.

"Don't look at it. The energy used to seal his memories was absorbed by me. It won't be long before he breaks down. If you let me out, I can save him. ”

Prison painting didn't quite believe what Fang Ju'an said. Without the help of Qing Soul, she couldn't directly read Fang Ju'an's thoughts. However, she still has ** charms.

As soon as he thought this, a yellow rune paper appeared in the hand of the prison painting.

Fang Ju'an saw the prison painting blowing on the rune paper, and sent the rune paper into the cage.

His eyes widened in disbelief and exclaimed, "You're ......"

But before he could finish speaking, the brightness of his eyes dimmed.

** character, in effect.