He withdrew his hand in vain, slowly walked to the bed, sighed, and his voice was a little helpless.

"You will cause trouble, and you are the most stubborn."

Stretching out his hand, his fingertips lightly swiped between Su Yunran's eyebrows, and when his spiritual power flashed, a purple totem slowly appeared in the center of Su Yunran's eyebrows, mysterious and heavy.

At the same time, the same totem also appeared on Nan Shiyan's eyebrows, with a majestic atmosphere.

"That's fine." He smiled lightly, with a little relief and relief, and his gentle eyes were full of pampering, "Now, as you wish." ”

"What are you going to do in this game?"

With a sigh in vain, the wide sleeves swept over, and the profound spiritual power enveloped this space, and the totems of Su Yunran and Nan Shiyan's eyebrows gradually disappeared.

Spiritual power infiltrated the body, Su Yunran only felt that he was in a void, surrounded by pure spiritual power, the road under his feet seemed to have no end, the road ahead was ethereal and mysterious, and some outlines could be faintly seen, but in an instant, it was ever-changing.

Occasionally, a spirit butterfly flew over and stopped on Su Yunran's shoulder, breathing quietly.

"Ling'er?"

A warm voice came, Su Yunran turned his head, and saw that Nan Shiyan had already arrived in front of him, and the hair on his forehead was slightly messy, with some anxiety.

"Senior brother." Su Yunran looked around and wondered, "Where is this?" ”

Nan Shiyan shook his head, surrounded by the spiritual power of the jade fan, and his voice was cautious: "It's very strange here, it should be an independent space secret realm, be careful." ”

Su Yunran nodded, the tassel of the white jade flute in his hand swayed lightly, "It feels like the last time the sword soul appeared, it was the same person." ”

Nan Shiyan thought for a while and replied, "It's a lie." ”

"Lie?" Su Yunran was stunned, "That master of vain in the Jade Temple? ”

"Yes." Nan Shiyan's expression was a little solemn, "When you were unconscious, he came to see you." ”

"Delusion······ Su Yunran murmured softly, as if he had thought of something all of a sudden, "Senior brother! ”

Nan Shiyan obviously thought about it too, and couldn't help frowning, sensing the seriousness of the matter, and his tone sank: "There must be something related to this." ”

The two of them couldn't help but ponder, and their hearts tightened,

Suddenly, a powerful spiritual force struck, forcibly separating the two, Nan Shiyan didn't have time to think about it, he reached out and grabbed it quickly, but he only grabbed the shawl on Su Yunran's arm. In an instant, Su Yunran had disappeared from front of him.

"Ling'er!"

Nan Shiyan shouted anxiously, looking around, but it was empty.

There was a throbbing pain in his heart, Nan Shiyan covered his heart, frowned, and only felt that there seemed to be something about to awaken in his heart, and it hurt his heart.

Nan Shiyan clenched his teeth, the jade fan in his hand gradually disappeared, and the long sword was unsheathed and flew forward.

As his vision gradually blurred, Nan Shiyan took a deep breath, endured the sharp pain in his heart, and followed the long sword.

Walking through the fog and stepping on the heavy steps, Nan Shiyan saw the high platform again, and now it looked more like a punishment platform.

The blood stains that extended to the feet were shocking, and the figure of a slender woman was restrained by the thick iron chain. The purple hem of the clothes is luxurious and elegant, but there are many holes and scratches, soaked in blood, and meandering down.

A slender wrist peeking out of the wide sleeves was already covered in blood and scarred.

The woman hung her head, and the green silk covered her face.

The air was filled with the smell of blood that could not be ignored, Nan Shiyan covered his heart, snorted in pain, and almost collapsed.

There was a sour feeling in his eyes, Nan Shiyan approached with difficulty, obviously the high platform seemed to be not far from him, but Nan Shiyan always couldn't get too close and couldn't touch it.

As if sensing something, the luxurious woman in purple slowly raised her head, and the green silk hung down, revealing a delicate face.

Thin eyebrows, tear moles lightly.

Nan Shiyan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he took a step back in disbelief, his warm voice was no longer there, only the bitterness of the ground remained.

At that moment, Nan Shiyan seemed to hear the sound of heartbreak.

There was a biting cold wind blowing, and the blood was mixed with a bit of sadness.

But no one can understand it.

Why sad.

***

At the same time, Su Yunran was swept to another space by a spiritual power.

The air was dull, bloody, and the beasts screamed.

In front of him was a high platform, and a huge boulder was standing, and the thick iron chain hung down, and blood dripped down along the lines and chains of the boulder, smashing out a strange and bewitching shape.

Su Yunran frowned, his heart full of grief. She stretched out her slender hand and stroked the blood stains on the boulder, and when she touched the cold blood, Su Yunran's heart suddenly throbbed violently, accompanied by a strong feeling of dizziness.

Su Yunran held on to the boulder weakly, panting in pain.

A mournful roar sounded, and Su Yun looked up suddenly, only to see a hundred beasts hovering around the high platform, with a tragic and desolate taste.

"Ling'er!"

An urgent call came, Su Yunran looked over and saw Nan Shiyan in the distance, with a long sword in white clothes and a light black hair.