"Listen to me, you must calm down, calm down first......"

Lin Luoran pinched the water splitting trick and turned his head to look at the white fairy. Faced with a dilemma, Lin Luoran felt that it was better to spread it out and make it clear. At first, she tentatively asked the white fairy if there was a wedding with the male cultivator surnamed Na Ye, but the white fairy firmly denied it.

She just forgot what happened when she was ambushed, could the soul body still be plagued by Alzheimer's disease? It's impossible not to even remember whether you're married to your sweetheart, right?

So Lin Luoran was heartbroken and said the mural of the underwater dungeon.

As a result, the white fairy, who used to even scold people in Chinese, was furious......

The exposed white fairy is very difficult to deal with, and Lin Luoran feels that in the face of a lady's anger, the pressure is comparable to that of a big demon.

The white fairy has to go to the underground palace, and Lin Luoran is noncommittal, anyway, she is no longer a rookie in the Qi training period who was easy to bully back then, and she can't deal with the snake demon, so that no one or a ghost can step on her. She was also very curious about who the female corpse in the Crystal Palace was...... Even if it's a trap, uprooting it is better than putting a time bomb around.

Lin Luoran comforted the white fairy in his mouth, and secretly thought in his heart, this existence who is also a teacher and friend, must not live up to her trust.

After more than 300 years, the stone path under the bluestone steps is still well preserved. The white fairy was one step ahead of Lin Luoran, and at this moment he had already arrived in front of the first frame of the mural.

Several peaks surrounded by deep clouds and mist, pavilions and pavilions hidden in green mountains and green waters, monks wearing ancient costumes or sitting under the Panasonic to drink, or fishing by the stream to Jingwu, there are also sword competitions, carrying medicine baskets shuttling through the mountains and forests, and the pink-clothed maids who are feeding the cranes...... A line of movement, a flower and a grass, the lines are simple but lifelike, all of which restore the scene in the Shushan faction back then.

Facing the magnificence of Shu Mountain in the past, this frame of mural brought a huge impact to Wenguan back then, but for the white fairy, it was the scenery she was used to seeing before.

Her attention is mainly focused on the second frame of the mural.

That grand Xiuzhen realm wedding. The white fairy looked at the backs of a couple of newcomers, and the whole person was trembling.

"It's ridiculous, I can't remember being a bride...... But that back is obviously mine again. ”

Even if she could recognize him, couldn't she even see her back?

"I know a friend from Shushan, and he said that there is no record of this wedding in Shushan." What Wen Guanjing said back then, Lin Luoran felt that this news might be useful to the white fairy, so he hurriedly mentioned it.

The white fairy sneered: "No wonder you asked me if I had twin sisters in the past, something that never happened, of course there is no record...... Either the people who attended the wedding died. ”

Her voice fell, and both of them were silent, but they remembered the sword mound that had converged two days ago. The former Shushan sword cultivators really didn't see people alive or dead.

In the third frame of the mural, the white fairy did not stop too much. After Lao Liao told Lin Luoran about the "Spirit Realm", she was no longer obsessed with where the Yuan Infant Monk had gone thousands of years ago. However, the fourth frame of the erased mural caused the white fairy to sneer.

Behind the stone road is the stone gate with a wooden carving.

The white fairy sighed lightly, "You come, draw a blood talisman and press it." ”

When Lin Luoran went to this place for the second time, she found that the eyes of the two Pixiu wood carvings were smart, like living creatures, which reminded her of the colorful sculptures of the second concubine Xiaoxiang on Junshan Island.

She can't draw talismans, so the white fairy will, thinking about it in her heart for a while, Lin Luoran followed the white fairy's indication, and the moment she bit her middle finger, the vitality in the eyes of the Pixiu wood carving was lush, as if she was about to come to life. She hurriedly drew two blood talismans in the void and punched them into Pixiu's body, and the agile wood carving became dumbfounded.

The white fairy bowed her head, very satisfied with the talisman she drew, but this is not a good time to explain more, Lin Luoran always had this blood talisman and the yellow talisman line that the madman pasted on the second concubine of Xiaoxiang is very similar, and the difference is estimated to be one master and one main kill.

The White Fairy even has the general outline of the sword of Shu Mountain, and it is certainly easier to know a few forbidden techniques.

The stone gate slowly opened without much effort, and the lotus pond underground palace that was enough to accommodate a thousand people was revealed again.

The big pearl of the sea bowl above the head makes the clear light full of the room, the lotus pond is still the same, but the blue waves of the past are bursting with foul smell, there are some dead branches floating on the black water, and several acres of pink and white are mixed with purple lotus, as if the lotus pond that is always open and undefeated, has fallen into disarray.

In the center of the lotus pond, the crystal coffin with a transparent body, several large pythons the thickness of several buckets were entwined and circulated, and the entire underground palace was filled with a choking fishy smell.

Ignoring the fact that the environment here was far from the mausoleum of "her" described by Lin Luoran, the white fairy's eyes were like electricity, staring at the crystal coffin.

There is a familiar aura in the coffin calling her, and with the eyes of the white fairy, she can naturally see the scene inside the coffin: wearing her favorite goose yellow palace dress, her sideburns are like clouds, her eyebrows are like Mo Dai, her cheeks are full and ruddy, and her hair is inserted in her favorite peony flower - that eyebrows, that eyes, and that lips are clearly her!

The white fairy was shocked in her heart, could it be that her body was not destroyed back then?

Someone actually shook her Yuan Shen out of her body, and then seized her body?!

In the late stage of Yuanying's cultivation, he was taken away, and with the strength of the cultivation realm at that time, the white fairy felt that it was even more difficult to accept than being ambushed by others, resulting in the destruction of his soul! didn't hurt her body, but it shattered her primordial spirit, and there was only a wisp of remnant soul, becoming a fish that slipped through the net...... Could it be that at that time, there were still god-transforming monks in the secret realm?

The white fairy had a huge wave in his heart, but he was very calm on the surface, gritted his teeth and said to Lin Luoran: "In the crystal palace, it is this body. ”

She must have been so angry that she even ran out of the "seat" that she hadn't taken for a long time.

Hearing that the white fairy confirmed, Lin Luoran did not mean to be relaxed, but felt that his head hurt even more.

It's too cheating, the divine consciousness in the female corpse actually succeeded in seizing the white fairy, and the last time she escaped, it was really with the help of the fire phoenix that she took shit luck!

What's even worse is that she and the white fairy, two fools, actually sent them to the door separately.

Lin Luoran looked around vigilantly, except for the python wrapped around the crystal coffin, they had been in for so long and there was no movement.

"Fairy, be careful."

Seeing that the white fairy was about to go to investigate, Lin Luoran hurriedly reminded him.

"It doesn't matter, no matter what kind of ghost it is, since you have sealed the two woodcarved pixiu at the door, it has been sealed at least eighty percent, but now you can't help me."

The white fairy is also a soul body that tends to be small, and her soul has solidified into an entity, and since she has a conclusion, Lin Luoran will no longer stop it.

The dungeon is quiet, the soul body is already a cold thing, how can a few pythons fight against it, as soon as the white fairy walked in, they all scattered and fled.

The crystal coffin is as new as before, the beauty in the coffin is like sleeping, the white fairy stands in the coffin, and the person in the coffin is still and moving, like twin sisters.

She stared at the body inside the coffin, her expression changed, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

The dungeon was too quiet, Lin Luoran always felt that something was wrong, and he felt a chill down his spine, as if he was being targeted by a poisonous snake from the dark.

The white fairy's face was disgusted, and she couldn't hold back her nausea to touch the crystal coffin that was entangled by the python before, Lin Luoran remembered the situation when she was taken away in the past, and only felt how similar the two were, and her mouth was dry for a while, and she was alert:

"Wait......"

Her words were still on the tip of her tongue, but she saw the black water rolling in the foul-smelling lotus pond, and the lotus leaves burst out from the bottom of the pool, and the leaves bloomed in the blink of an eye.

The faint fragrance is intoxicating, and in this most beautiful department, a white light bursts from the center of the purple lotus flower, which blooms most brightly.

The white fairy snorted coldly, and was about to capture this unknown existence, but the white light ignored her at all, and turned a corner and attacked in the direction of Lin Luoran.

Lin Luoran pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled, saying that Shibei should be impressed for three days, more than three hundred years have passed, and the "divine sense" still treats her as a soft persimmon, and does not change his obsession with her?

A fire net emerged from Lin Luoran's palm and headed towards the white light mask.

The white fairy thought that that thing actually occupied her body in the past, Lin Luoran was in the early stage of the Yuan Infant after all, and she was also a little anxious in her heart:

"Get out of the way!"

After all, her voice was late, and the white light suddenly spread out like when the white fairy had found her way out of the phantom array before, escaping from the gaps in the dense fire net, and then merged into one, recognizing the direction of Lin Luoran and attacking-

………………

In the Magnetic Mountain, Mu Tiannan had already walked to the altar.

In the stinky blood bat cave, Mu Tiannan's expression did not change.

Looking at the dark shadow that was gradually staring at the altar, he stretched out the hand with the ring on.

"I have brought you back to this place as agreed, and our transaction is officially completed."

An unwilling voice came from inside the bat ring: "What about our agreement?" You swear with the demons in your heart, once you break the contract, aren't you afraid that the devil's oath will come true? ”

Mu Tiannan smiled: "Roddick, you have lived for so many years, are you too naïve?" I have only sworn to His Holiness, and it is not up to you to decide whether or not to break the oath...... Besides, the demon oath in your heart, do you think a person who has entered the demon path will be afraid? ”

Roddick felt like he had been knocked on a stick, and he was speechless.

"Alright, stop talking, put the ring on the altar."

There was a lot of impatience in the Black Mist Venerable's tone, if it had anything in common with Mu Tiannan, it was that a blood clan like Roddick would always be classified by it as a "barbarian", and it would not consider Roddick's interests at all.

Roddick was still chirping, and without his consent, the bat ring that locked Mu Tiannan's finger would not fade, and the Black Mist Venerable's patience was exhausted, so he simply took over the ring.

How painful it was to wear the ring back then, and now it will only hurt more than to take it off.

The bat ring, which has been worn for more than 300 years, penetrates deep into Mu Tiannan's hand bones, and is wrapped with red silk, locking the bones of his whole body!