In a gorgeous palace, the young man is as rich as jade, dressed in gorgeous clothes, every move is like an emperor, and on his forehead, feather marks are looming.

Around him, several monks, all respectful, stood around the palace, as if guarding it.

The young man slowly sat on the throne, looking at the quiet hall, his eyes were dim, and his heart was heavy.

"Little brother, why are you here?" a shadow stepped into the main hall, and his light steps seemed to be gliding on the ice without a sound.

"Sister, do you still know me?" the young man stretched his face and smiled wryly.

"What's wrong? I haven't seen you for decades, and even I'm separated?" the owner of Qianying scolded, but there was no reproach in his tone.

"Sister, how can there be! It's just that the kid from Baixing, he forcibly lost the things he got his hands, and he just didn't listen to him when he asked him to bring more!"

"What's going on?"

"Haoyang Yanwis!"

The four words are always so special, with a unique charm, that any monk can't help but be moved.

"What god?" the woman asked.

"It seems to be the ruler of the heavens, even from the hands of a enlightened person who has come here. The boy said worriedly.

"Why don't you go on your own for this kind of thing?" the woman jumped to her feet, grabbed the young man's ear, and grabbed it violently.

"Ah...... It hurts, sister!" The boy's temperament suddenly dissipated, like a three-year-old child.

"Hmph, your parents are not here, are you so reckless, you don't think things through, a bit like the young master of the Bai family?" the woman said with hatred.

"Alas, it was originally just a competition between the Bai family and the Han family, but who knows, this human race monk appeared in the sky and actually took away the wisps of Haoyang Yan from Bingzheng's hands, which is incredible......" The young man said, took out the jade slip, and threw it to the woman.

"Hmph, don't look for ...... for your incompetence" The woman took the jade slip, looked at it casually, shook suddenly, and couldn't say any more.

"Sister...... Sister...... What are you looking for......" The young man stretched out his hand, shook it in front of the woman's eyes, and asked puzzledly.

"Ah......" The woman suddenly came back to her senses, and then asked solemnly, "Little brother, where is this person now?"

"I don't know, since the cold land, there has been no news...... Sister!" the young man was halfway through his words, and when he saw the feathers falling, he couldn't help but shout anxiously.

"I didn't expect that after looking for so long, it was right in front of me, right in front of me......"

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A few days later, in the cold land of Sichuan, it has been seven days since Yunchen fell into the cold prison of Sichuan.

A woman arrives and looks around with anxious eyes.

Soon, she found the Sichuan Han Prison, and then grabbed a monk and asked about it.

"There was only a loud explosion, and it wasn't far from the Sichuan Cold Prison......" The woman frowned, and slowly looked for the place where Yunchen had walked.

Approaching the huge hole, the woman looked at the hole, turned her head suddenly, and felt the faint breath not far away.

"Who?, come out for me!" the woman scolded in a deep voice.

"I didn't expect so many monks to pass by, and a little woman discovered me, times have really changed?" a weak voice came from the ice not far away.

As soon as the woman stepped forward, a feather fell, and she appeared in front of the ice with a sound through the space, and her spiritual power dispersed, melting the ice.

Inside the ice, an ice tiger slowly stood up, bent its body, and jumped out of the ice.

"Who are you?" the woman scolded, after all, the appearance of an ice tiger is not recognizable from other ice tigers unless it is very familiar.

"Ahem...... We nine monsters, just so nameless?" As Ice Tiger spoke, he manifested his human form, which was the monk who was the first to intercept Yunchen.

"It turned out to be you!Yang Xijun!" the woman said.

"Know me, ...... are you?" Yang Xijun said in surprise.

"Hmph, I've heard that, among the nine monsters, eight monsters are controlled by you, how can you be the only one left?" the woman asked in a deep voice.

"You also know this, who are you?" Yang Xijun asked coldly.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is, have you seen this Terran monk?" the woman threw out the jade slip and asked coldly, "Now your life and death are in my hands!"

"This kid is dead!" Yang Xijun threw back the jade slip and returned it to the woman with a cold look.

"Dead?" the woman snapped into a rage, and the air around her seemed to be completely condensed.

"He fought with the nine of our brothers, and finally was bombarded by himself into the Sichuan Cold Prison, and he was lifeless!" Yang Xijun tightened his heart and hurriedly said what had happened.

"Did you do it?" the woman's gaze seemed to kill all monks.

"It's me!"

"Let you go for the time being, and you will do it for yourself in the future!" the woman glanced coldly at Yang Xijun and walked towards the Sichuan Cold Prison.

"I said, what is the relationship between you and Wuxin!"

"You remember, in the future, the Bai family will be an unintentional family, whoever dares to touch him, ask the Bai family first!" the woman said domineeringly, wearing a white dress, like a hibiscus out of the water.

"White ...... White...... ......," Yang said intermittently.

"Also, how can he die in the cold and bitter prison!" the woman said, turning into a feather and disappearing.

"The ability to turn into a feather is not a spell, but the ability of a special physique...... Special physique......" Yang Xijun muttered to himself, and then was suddenly startled: "Decades ago, the missing eldest lady of the Bai family, Bai Lan?"

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"I have no regrets about dying, I hope we can ...... together"

The feathers fell, and with the strong attraction of the Sichuan Cold Bitter Prison, plus his willingness, he slowly floated into it, until the boy arrived, just in time to see the feathers falling.

"Sister, why?" the young man said to himself in disbelief.

Although this is not absolute, for monks below the Immortal Realm, it is a fixed number that has remained unchanged for tens of thousands of years.

The young man was very worried about his sister's safety, not long after returning from the inexplicable ruins, he fell into such a dangerous place, which made him full of depression and worry.

"Order, let those who have free Dao attainments in the clan hurry here and act when the opportunity arises!" As the young man spoke, one of the guards behind him, one of whom left with his fists clenched, conveyed the order.

"You stay here, don't let the idle people come close. The boy commanded, and then leaned away.

"Sister, I hope you can survive for a while......"

The young man lamented that he had a noble status, but for those who had attained the Dao, he could not call them at will, so he could only let the Daoists in the clan come as soon as possible, and then enter the Sichuan Cold Prison to save his sister.

The Sichuan Cold Bitter Prison is a forbidden place for any monk below the Avalanche Realm, and it is also a cliff for the Avalanche Realm monks, who may encounter danger at any time, and only those who have attained the Tao can be foolproof.

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Inside the Sichuan Cold Prison, a little starlight is shining, which seems to be a sheep's intestine path, winding and twisting, except for lifelessness and darkness, it is no different from ordinary paths.

The only special thing is that this place has a strong restriction on consciousness, and it is also super attractive, so that ordinary monks cannot escape from the bitter prison and return to the outside.

But the woman, who had turned into a feather, was as light as a swallow, and was not impressed in the slightest, and fell into the prison intact, standing on the path of the sheep's intestines.

The spiritual power turned into an open flame, lighting up the surrounding environment, and the woman stepped on her light steps, looking for the figure of the Terran monk in the jade slip.

After many days of waiting, the woman, Bai Lan, still ushered in the news of Yunchen, when he took the jade slip from his younger brother's hand, his heart was already involved by Yunchen, and when he came to the Sichuan Han Prison, she had no regrets.

The sound of rustling footsteps, because of the echo of the mountains and rivers on both sides, the river wall is full of ice, but on the path, there is no trace of ice, which is incompatible with the environment that Dart Sky should have.

"It's such a wonderful Sichuan Cold Prison, but I don't know, where will Yunchen fall?" Bai Lan was worried, the Sichuan Cold Prison almost wrapped the entire Sichuan Cold Land, with twists and turns, and the path was extremely long.

Looking for monks inside, because it is attractive, it takes a lot of effort to walk, and it can't rely on spiritual power, so it takes time and effort to go through the hell.

Moreover, in the bitter prison, it seems to be a desperate situation isolated from heaven and earth, and spiritual power cannot be used easily, in which, there is no spiritual energy, and the spiritual power of the monk can only rely on the spiritual jade he carries with him.

Therefore, even if Bai Lan wanted to find Yunchen as soon as possible, it was not a simple matter, and she had to worry about the loss of her spiritual power.

"I didn't expect that with my mid-stage physique, it would still be so difficult to walk!" Bai Lan walked for a few hours, and her forehead was already covered with fragrant sweat.

If it was in an ordinary place, even if it took a few years, Bai Lan would not be so hard, and the physique of the Transformation God Realm was not an ordinary physique. A monk with this kind of physique has a strong body and abundant physical strength, and without relying on spiritual power, he can compete with the Transformation God Realm.

But now, Bai Lan had to exude spiritual power and pour it into her feet to resist the attraction of the Torture Prison.

However, when the spiritual power resists the attraction, it is like a dam collapsing, and a large flood gushes out, and the spiritual power is like this flood, pouring for thousands of miles.

Such a huge consumption made Bai Lanmu show a different color, and hurriedly withdrew his spiritual power, took out the spiritual jade to absorb it, and replenished the consumed spiritual power.

"Yunchen, where the hell will you be!" Bai Lan frowned, and couldn't help but lean against the river wall and take a break.

At the beginning, she was willing to jump into the cliff by herself and complete Yunchen, thinking that she would continue to be tortured by three thoughts, but the powerful Hades Venerable reappeared.

"Remember, you are connected to Yunchen, and if he dies, you will also die, and if he successfully steps into the realm of the three bodies, you will enter the realm of the three bodies without any tempering. ”

Hades Venerable's words shocked her, but she had to believe it.

Now Bai Lan has a clear understanding that Yunchen is everything to her.

At the bottom of the cliff was a mountain near the Bai family, and after she woke up, she returned to her family, and immediately sent orders to find Yunchen.

Unexpectedly, Yunchen snatched Haoyang Yanwig and took the initiative to appear.

At this moment, it is impossible for Bai Lan to give up, as long as she continues to search in the Bitter Prison, Yunchen will definitely appear.

After resting for a while, Bai Lan relied on the spiritual jade to recover her spiritual power, and her physical strength was also resting, returning to a full state.

The fragrant sweat on her forehead dissipated, and she left the river wall and continued to look for Yunchen.

Click!

Bai Lan was startled, and then looked towards the ground, and it was actually a skull that had been stepped on by her.

In front of Bai Lan, countless skulls were scattered everywhere, and this place was not a bitter prison, but like a sea of bones.

Rao was Bai Lan, who was wantonly killing in the ruins, and was also surprised by the scene in front of her, deeply shocked, and the worry in her heart became more and more obvious.

"No! hurry up and find Yunchen!"

Bai Lan didn't care about the consumption of spiritual power, jumped over, and from the sea of bones, the dragonfly passed by and hurried away.

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"Yunchen!"

In a corner of the Bitter Prison, Bai Lan hugged the unconscious Yunchen and shouted eagerly.

However, Yunchen was still unawake and unmoved.

Bai Lan hurriedly injected spiritual power into Yunchen's body, wanting to replace him and use spiritual power to recover from his injuries.

Bang!

In Yunchen's body, suddenly, a strong force came out, as if it was the power of self-protecting, bounced away Bai Lan's spiritual power.

"How can this be?" Bai Lan said anxiously.

"Little girl, don't bother, this kid has a special body, and he naturally has a mark to protect his body, if you want him to wake up, you can only rely on himself!" A flat tone, with a weak voice, slowly came out.

"Who is it?" Bai Lan used her spiritual power to light up the surroundings again.

Not far away, a sloppy old man sat cross-legged on the ground, and in his hand, he was holding a bone, and his hands were filled with blood-red light, which was very strange.

"Who are you?" asked Bai Lan.

"It doesn't matter who the old man is, the important thing is that I am the only monk who lived here more than ten years ago with the strength of the Transformation God Realm. The old man said proudly, his gaze turned to Bai Lan, revealing a greedy color.

"Joke, if the Transformation Realm is here, will you die?" Bai Lan said lightly.

"Of course, every few days, a natural disaster will fall here, and you must use spiritual power to resist it. The spiritual power of the Transformation God Realm was just a joke here, and it wouldn't be long before it would be lost under the natural disaster. The old man explained.

"I have Lingyu!"

"No matter how much spirit jade there is, it will be exhausted. Here, even if you have millions of coins of spirit jade, you won't live for five years. Every other year, there will be a great purge, and there are countless monks who can't bear it. The old man said, pointing to the skeleton in front of him: "The owners of these skeletons are strong in front of them, and there are even a few people in the Feeling Realm, all of whom are being cleaned, becoming skeletons, and no flesh and blood remains!"

"And what about you, why have you survived until now?" asked Bai Lan rhetorically.

"Because of the forbidden law!" the old man said, the red light on his hand was shining, and the essence in his bones was slowly absorbed by him and integrated into his body.

After doing this, the old man was refreshed, as if he had experienced rebirth.

"What a weird old man in prison, who is he?" Bai Lan secretly wondered, she had been in the ruins for decades, and she didn't know anything about many things in Dartsky.

"Don't guess my identity, old man, I'm wandering and free, no one will pay attention to me!" the old man said flatly.

"I don't know what forbidden method my predecessors cultivated?" Bai Lan asked.

"Blood Devouring Hidden Dragon Method!The blood abyss is constructed in the body, which can absorb all the essence of the living body, a very evil spell!"

"There is no good or evil in spells, it only depends on the way in which the monk who practices the spell is used. Bai Lan said lightly, she was a monk who could be open, there was no good or evil in her eyes, and everything was done according to her heart.

The troubled times have appeared, and if there are all over the place, good and evil are clearly distinguished, but Bai Lan's style of acting is also good and evil, because of its strength, it has never been classified into the right path or the evil way, and it is transcendent in the good and evil.

As the eldest lady of the Bai family, Bai Lan's style of acting is no different......