Chapter 783: The Phantom in the Monument
Yan Lan came to the stele, raised his head and stared, the stele is as high as three zhang, the texture is simple, although there are a few missing corners and damage, but it is mostly intact.
On the stele, there is a mysterious rune with the word "ancient burial", and two ancient seal characters are also engraved with ancient burial.
Other than that, there are no veins.
"I don't know what the significance of this monument standing here? Is it a tombstone or an inscription stele!"
Yan Lan hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand and was about to touch the stone tablet.
Suddenly, a soft light lit up in the quiet and dark ancient hall.
Yan Lan was startled, and immediately took ten steps back, vigilantly scanning the surroundings, looking for the source of the light.
But after glancing, Yan Lan found that this soft light did not come from one point, but in the entire ancient hall, every place, exuded a soft brilliance.
"It's weird, the old ghost master said, this ancient hall is like a dead thing, there is no movement, why did I come here and it was so mutated?"
"However, although I don't know whether it is good or bad, it is better than a pool of stagnant water, without any clues. ”
Yan Lan was calm, his spiritual sense was scattered, and he paid attention to the movements around him.
Amazingly, on the stone stele, the brilliance exuded is even stronger.
Yan Lan stared, only to see a figure faintly appearing on the ancient stone tablet.
This figure is the figure of a woman.
The woman was dressed in white with a little powder, like a fairy in the painting.
Yan Lan's heart was even more vigilant, and the woman in front of him reminded him of the Nine Pure in the Spirit Void Holy Realm. It's just that the woman in front of her is more angry and less delicate than Jiuyun Yuchun.
"Thank you, child. Bring this place back to life. ”
The woman who appeared restrained the anger in her eyes. looked at Yan Lan softly and said slightly.
Yan Lan's pupils shrank. The woman who appears on the stele is not a physical object, but an illusory shadow, and like a candle in the wind, it may be extinguished at any time.
"Is it my work to be rejuvenated? But I never realized that my tears had such a miraculous effect, all this. It's weird. ”
Yan Lan muttered to himself, and then hurriedly arched his hand: "The senior is the master of this ancient hall?"
The Phantom Woman nodded, "Well, it used to be, and now, maybe this place doesn't belong to me anymore!"
Yan Lan's heart was turbulent, and he hurriedly took out the ancient burial compass and said, "Senior, do you recognize this thing?"
The phantom woman looked at the ancient burial compass, her eyebrows slightly condensed. He wondered, "This thing is in your hands, where did you get it?"
Yan Lan's heart shook violently, and she tried her best to press the boiling mind. said: "Seniors, don't care where the juniors come from, the juniors have two senior brothers and sisters." Sucked into this compass, life and death are unknown. Do you know where they went, but is there a way to rescue them?"
The phantom woman's face changed a few times. "They may be born or die, and as for where they went, they naturally came to this compass." ”
Yan Lan was even more puzzled, and said, "Senior, please tell me clearly, why is it life or death?"
The phantom woman sighed, looked at the familiar and unfamiliar scene around her, and remained silent.
......
On this day, there were four people in a mysterious space that seemed to be a hanging island.
Among the four, there are two men and two women.
One of them, a man and a woman, in the middle of the hanging island, sat cross-legged on a flat stone, and beside her, a man lay quietly, pale and breathless.
If Yan Lan came here, he would find that this woman was exactly the same as the phantom woman who appeared in the stone tablet of the ancient hall.
This woman is also dressed in white, but there is a strong ruthless color in her eyes.
Opposite the woman in white, there was also a man and a woman, the two of them sat on the ground, and the man hugged the woman tightly, looking pained.
If Yan Lan was here, he would also know this pair of men and women, because the two of them were Xichen and Moli who Yan Lan wanted to rescue.
The woman in white looked cold, looked at Xichen Moli, waved her white sleeves, and said coldly: "You two are really a loving couple, very good, you can actually torture me through two means." Now, with one last torture, I want to see how strong your love really is. ”
Xi Chen's eyes were resentful, and he scolded angrily: "If you want to kill or chop, I will do whatever you want, but if you torture my junior sister like this, even if I am a ghost, I will pull you into the netherworld together, and I will never enter reincarnation, and I will never be reborn." ”
Mo Li's breath was weak, and he wanted to stop Xichen from speaking, but his right hand only raised two inches, and then he fell weakly, and the whole person was already dying.
Even the lips could not make a sound.
After experiencing the double torture of the spirit and body of the woman in white, Xichen and Moli's clothes were broken, their expressions were haggard, and their spirits were on the verge of collapse.
If it weren't for the obsession, maybe in the face of this kind of torture, it would be better to return together.
Although Xichen tried her best to bear it for the ink glass, the woman in white seemed to want to destroy the ink glass, making the ink glass vigorous and gradually exhausted.
The woman in white was indifferent, smiled coldly, and said, "Here, I am the master, even if you beg for death, it is impossible." The third torture, I will make your life worse than death, but you can't die. ”
After that, the woman in white waved her sleeve, and a white light enveloped Xichen and Moli.
Time and space instantly rotated to the Tiangang Gate of the Frost Country.
In Xichen's eyes, he saw Mo Li incarnated as a witch, holding a blade in her hand, and frantically slaughtering the people of Tiangangmen. Countless familiar and close people died tragically under the blade of the ink glass.
"Xichen, what are you still doing in a daze, Moli has entered the demon path, kill her quickly. Otherwise, the door will be destroyed. ”
Xichen's master, Qing Yu, clutched his bloody chest, looked desperately at the Mo Li who was forced to kill, and said in horror.
"Poof......
Moli's hand rose and fell, and Qingyu disappeared.
Mo Li dodged up, slammed Yan Lan to the ground with a knife, and then rushed bloodthirstily, and the huge knife slashed towards Yan Lan.
"Xichen, save Yanlan!"
"Xichen, kill Moli, have you forgotten that it was your Master Qingyu who cultivated you, and it was Junior Brother Yanlan who saved you three times and twice?"
Countless people screamed, and everyone's eyes were full of anger and grievance.
"Her witch, she has escaped into the devil's path. ”
"Kill her, don't kill her, this door will be destroyed!"
"Hurry up, the vitality of this door is all in the hands of your Xichen alone, only you can kill the demon Moli!"
“......”
Xichen's ears were filled with all kinds of crazy shouts and roars.
Suddenly, a powerful force merged into his palm.
Xichen looked down and saw that there was an extra peerless divine weapon in his palm, full of domineering and world-destroying aura.
The divine soldier said: "Kill the witch, I will recognize you as the master, from now on, you are the first person in the cultivation realm, calling the wind and rain, and you can do anything." All the female cultivators in the world are your furnace. You can enjoy all the resources, beauty, and magic weapons in the world. ”
At this moment, Xichen had forgotten that he and Mo Li were tortured by the woman in white, and had forgotten all the memories since entering this mysterious space, and everything in front of him couldn't be more real.
And everything Moli saw in front of him was exactly the same as Xichen. It's just that what she saw was that Xichen fell into the Demon Dao, and all the people of Tiangangmen and the peerless divine soldiers were forcing her to kill Xichen. (To be continued......)