. Shumilou.CoM.Shumilou.Co

As everyone advanced, the red smoke seemed to sense something, and it actually floated towards everyone.

Ding Ermiao smiled, and his free spirit spread out, protecting everyone together.

The red mist is surging, but it has never penetrated the invisible barrier created by Ding Ermiao.

Walking to the coffin, everyone looked at it together, and couldn't help but look at each other.

At the bottom of the stone coffin, there was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, with a lifelike face, dressed in red gauze, and on her forehead, dotted with a pyramid-shaped agate stone, the spire of which corresponded to the diamond tip above.

Wisps of red mist were slowly swimming out of the little girl's seven orifices and scattering around.

"Could it be that this little girl should be the corpse king drought?" Yang Yong and Liu Ran were stunned.

"The so-called drought does not refer to the most primitive zombie king." Ji Jiuye looked at the female corpse in the coffin, taught the two apprentices a lesson, and said, "It's the corpse qi of the dry fish, which was absorbed by some people with special physiques and turned into another corpse king." This is like reincarnation, the truth that a white horse is not a horse. ”

Everyone nodded in unison.

Ding Ermiao looked at the coffin and looked at the underground palace again. As expected, the walls of the underground palace were eroded and corrupted into many pores. Some red smoke is still seeping into the blowhole.

The red tower cloud that appeared on the desert was formed by the condensation of these escaped corpse qi.

Master Wu Man stared at the coffin, but suddenly clasped his palms, took a few steps back, and slowly knelt down.

"Master, what are you doing here?" Everyone wondered and asked.

Isn't it strange that the evil thing that has been suppressed by the Ninefold Demon Tower, Master Wu Man actually bows down to her?

"No, she's not the Corpse King, but the Holy Maiden of the Desert." Master Wu Man bowed a few times, raised his head and said.

Saint? Everyone was even more stunned, completely unremarkable.

Master Wu Man got up and said:

"Legend has it that also about a thousand years ago, there was a plague in the desert that killed countless people. Later, there was a princess of the khanate, named Rouran, who dedicated herself to the demon king, in exchange for peace and tranquility in the desert. Now that I think about it, the one who is asleep here is Princess Rouran. It was she who was alone, absorbing the corpse qi of the year, and then she was willing to be suppressed under the Ninefold Demon Tower to block the spread of corpse qi. ”

Everyone looked at each other and was silent.

Ding Ermiao thought for a while and said, "I'll take a look." ”

After saying that, Ding Ermiao bent down, held one of the hands of the girl in the coffin, and forcibly penetrated his Dao qi.

After all, the tendons and veins of the dead are blocked, no more than the living, so Ding Ermiao's exploration is very slow. Two minutes later, Dao Qi slowly entered the girl's dantian.

Everyone didn't speak, waiting for Ding Ermiao's results.

After a while, Ding Ermiao withdrew his hand and said:

"Master Wu Man is right. This girl's dantian qi sea cultivation is successful, and she is also a generation of masters. The corpse qi should have been absorbed by her in the sea of dantian qi, but she herself was poisoned to death. In her dantian, there is also an enchantment. At present, the power of the enchantment is gradually weakening, and it is finally impossible to control these corpse qi. ”

"Then how do you know she's not a drum?" Ji Xiaoxiao asked.

"If it's a drought, she should have corpse poison all over her body, and there is no source. But the results I found showed that the poison of her corpse was emitted from the dantian to the whole body. ”

Ding Ermiao looked at the girl and said, "This is the result of her own deliberate actions." For example, now, if my cultivation is not enough, I can only do this, condense the corpse qi into the dantian, and suppress it with my own cultivation. ”

Rosie was in admiration, and asked again: "In this way, this girl's cultivation should be very profound, right?" I don't know, what level did she reach at that time? ”

"It's very deep, I estimate that her cultivation is even higher than that of my junior sister Wu Zhanzhan......" Ding Ermiao thought for a while and said: "It's about equivalent to Xiaoxiao's skill, only one step away, you can break through and fly into the void." ”

"So powerful?" Rosie was shocked and frowned, "But what kind of sect is she, so young, how can she practice to such an extent?" ”

"There is a type of person who is an innate spirit, such as ...... Gu Qinglan. If Sister Lan had cultivated since she was a child, she could also reach this level. Moreover, in the past, the qi of heaven and earth was pure, and cultivation was even more effective with half the effort. Ding Ermiao said.

Ji Xiaoxiao looked at the girl and suddenly said, "This girl, won't it be Sister Lan's previous reincarnation, right?" ”

"The soul is gone, and there is no way to verify, but it is possible." Ding Ermiao said.

Everyone gathered in front of the coffin, sighing.

The girl in this coffin, with such a profound cultivation, can completely stay out of the matter and continue to cultivate. But she thought about the people in the desert and resolutely dedicated herself, which is indeed admirable.

The Buddha cut meat and fed the eagle to throw himself into the tiger, but he saved one or two living beings, but this girl saved thousands of lives, and she made a great contribution.

The girl's body was removed from the coffin and searched carefully in the hope that a few words could be found.

The girl who had just removed the coffin, a bronze mirror, fell into the eyes of everyone.

"There's a bronze mirror, take a look." Ji Xiaoxiao stretched out her hand and took out the bronze mirror from the coffin.

The bronze mirror is as big as a basin, and the back is engraved with a green luan bird pattern, and there are words on both sides, but it is written in Chinese, but the rust is mottled and blurred.

"Qingluan mirror, look, there are still words on it!" Ji Xiaoxiao hurriedly put the bronze mirror in front of Ding Ermiao.

Ding Ermiao took the bronze mirror and stroked it with his hand, all the patina on it fell off, and the original handwriting was clearly legible.

"Qingluan? Could it be that this girl is really ...... Sister Lan's previous life? Ding Ermiao glanced at it, surprised, and the hand holding the mirror trembled slightly.

"What's written on this?" Rosie and the others came over to take a look.

But I saw that behind the bronze mirror, on both sides of the Qingluan bird pattern, poems were engraved, saying:

"In the past, I was in the Void Emperor's Mansion and was sent down to the world. Laughing and riding a white crane, drunk and playing the iron flute in Star Bay. Twelve jade buildings have no dreams, thirty-six days and nights are quiet, and flowers and rain are sprinkled. Yaotai didn't get it, and I couldn't bear to listen to the ape in the cave.

Also resting, no emotion, alchemy. From the heavens, the Immortal Palace is even more difficult. Recalling the three thousand goddesses, singing a song of neon clothes together, dancing in the moon. Who can sue for this hatred, the clouds are full of deserts. ”

After reading the poems, everyone was stunned.

This Qingluan mirror and the poems behind it clearly mean that the owner of the tomb has a relationship with Qingluan!

"In the past, I was in the Void Emperor's Mansion and was sent down to the world. Yaotai has not been returned, endure listening to the ape ...... in the cave, alchemy pill, and dance Qingluan in the moon......"

Ding Ermiao was stunned and said:

"It's a pity that Sister Lan cultivated a thousand years ago and was about to break through, but she encountered the corpse king drought and the red tower cloud, and sacrificed herself to become benevolent, so there is a sentence of 'who can sue for this hatred, the clouds are full of deserts'. Later, I don't know how many eons passed, I fell in the mountain city, became Gu Qinglan, and met us. ”

Ji Xiaoxiao burst into tears, squatted next to Princess Rouran's corpse, stretched out her hand, gently touched her face, and said, "Ermiao, can you bring her back to life?" ”