The butterfly subconsciously raised her hand to block her eyes, and after a while, there was no movement, and then she opened it cautiously, only to see a little candle-like light floating in the air, swaying, illuminating a person sitting cross-legged on the ground.

The man sat bareheaded, with his hands in a stamp, and seemed to be very quiet.

In front of him, there were some white beads scattered around.

Butterfly Nightmare was worried, but quickly ran over, knelt down in front of the man, and called softly: "Monk......"

The white-clothed monk slowly opened his eyes.

Butterfly Nightmare was overjoyed and grabbed his sleeve: "Monk, are you still ...... Not dead!"

She stared at him fixedly, a glint in her eyes.

The white-robed monk glanced at her hand grasping her sleeve.

Only then did Butterfly realize that she was overjoyed and held on to his sleeve, Ne let go of her hand, and hurriedly said, "Monk, how are you? Where are we now? That Chen Hao, he ...... Is it dead?"

The white-robed monk shook his head slowly.

Butterfly Nightmare hurriedly said: "Monk, you speak!"

"I'm ......" The white-clothed monk had just opened his mouth, and a line of blood suddenly flowed out of the corner of his mouth.

Butterfly lifted her sleeve and tried to wipe it for him, but she endured it.

"I'm fine. The white-clothed monk was humane, his face calm: "We are in ...... now"

Before his words fell, a voice suddenly sounded in the dark space, and the voice laughed wildly, and said: "You are now in my obsession, my obsession is the center of this necromantic labyrinth, not only do you not want to get out, even I can't get out, no one wants to get out of here!"

The laughter faded a little later.

Butterfly Huo stood up from the ground and looked around: "Chen Hao, you come out! What kind of man are you such obscene and trivial? Besides, this is the grudge between me and you, whatever you have, you are coming at me!"

The voice in the air suddenly fell silent, a deathly silence in the darkness.

Only the candle flame in the air still burned silently.

Butterfly Nightmare plucked up his courage and took another step forward: "Chen Hao, I listen to your voice, you are not lightly injured! Didn't you say, do you want to say something to me? Now I am standing here, if you don't say it, maybe we will never see each other again, and you will never have this chance!"

She softened her voice: "If we really have the grievances and love and hate of the ninth life, then why not take advantage of this life to make it clear? so that we can all get rid of the curse of fate, be liberated, and no longer become each other's shackles." ”

There was silence in the darkness for a while, and suddenly a huge burst of laughter broke out, and the stone walls on all sides suddenly twisted, like undulating waves, and Chen Hao's voice sounded at the same time: "Butterfly, do you want to get rid of me? I suffered for you, the lovesickness of the ninth world, the death of the ninth world, and in the end, you just want to get rid of me?"

Speaking of the back, an invisible human body suddenly appeared in the air, like a water mark, the wind rushed towards the butterfly, and his hands grabbed her neck: "I will kill you! Only by killing you can I leave your soul behind, and accompany me to stay in this labyrinth of the dead forever, until the sky is old and the sea is dry!"

He put his head as faintly as the water statue close to the butterfly: "You say, am I very infatuated and moved you like this? Even the gods of the Nine Heavens must be moved by me!"

Butterfly Nightmare was almost out of breath when he pinched his neck, but he just looked at him with wide eyes and panic.

Her hand grabbed Chen Hao's arm and pulled desperately, but like an ant shaking a tree, she couldn't pull it at all.

She was just an ordinary true cultivator in the human realm, and she was not at all the opponent of a ninth-generation undead like Chen Hao who had a powerful resentment.

At first, she struggled desperately, but in the end, she was almost unable to move, and only breathed out.

At this moment, several beads on the ground suddenly rose into the air and shot towards Chen Hao like lightning, instantly beating his body like a splash.

The butterfly's body suddenly went limp, and she lay on the ground gasping for air.

After a long while, she slowly raised her head, picked up a bead from the ground, and looked carefully, it was a Buddha bead made of Bodhi seeds, she knew that the Bodhi Buddha bead was the treasure of Buddhism, with strong mana, she held a Buddha bead in her hand, and crawled towards the white-clothed monk: "Monk, you can use a few magic beads to disperse Chen Hao's undead, you have such a big ...... Great mana, why didn't you come over and help me earlier?"

As she spoke, her body went limp, and she lay down at the feet of the white-robed monk.

Her head gently snuggled into the lap of the white-clothed monk, closed her eyes, and murmured softly, "It's so comfortable...... It's like going back to when I was a child, my mother prepared a soft bedding for me, she likes to make pillows out of reed flowers, saying that this way to sleep is soft and cool, and it can also detoxify and ward off evil spirits, and what little insects and mosquitoes won't come to bite me......"

The white-clothed monk looked down at the woman lying at his feet, his face full of soft compassion: "Butterfly, don't sleep, wake up quickly! You have been poisoned by the poisonous gas of the undead, if you continue to sleep, you will forever drift in the dream of the first nine lives, and you will never wake up again." ”

He clasped his palms together and recited the mantra of purifying his heart.

Butterfly suddenly grabbed his sleeve: "Monk, why do you say you are a monk? It's really a pity......

Her hand went from his sleeve to his hand, and from his hand to his face.

Her eyes suddenly opened, and she froze when she saw where her right hand was resting.

Stunned, Nightmare hurriedly withdrew her hand and got up from the ground at the same time.

She quietly moved her body away from the white-clothed monk a little, lowered her head, and did not dare to speak.

A voice suddenly sounded in the darkness: "Butterfly, you like him, don't you?"

The voice was indescribably gentle and bewitching.

Butterfly Nightmare raised his head in horror and looked around: "Chen Hao, you are casting the poison of the undead on me again, do you want to confuse me?"

The voice in the darkness laughed suddenly, with a hint of sharpness, "I didn't cast the poison of the undead at all, Butterfly, that's your own true inner voice. You've always been a person who isn't afraid of death, you've never changed, but when I pinched you just now, I felt that you were so flustered, you're afraid of death, aren't you? You're afraid of death, and you'll never see that monk again? You really want to go with him, right?"

With the words, Chen Haoshui's figure-like figure slowly appeared in the void again.

Butterfly looked at him in horror and subconsciously took a step back.

Chen Hao looked directly at her, and his figure approached: "Butterfly, I love you so much, it's been the ninth generation, you have never taken a good look at me!" His right arm raised and pointed to the white-clothed monk sitting on the ground: "But just now, when you look at him, he is so obsessed, I have never seen that light in your eyes, just like when I looked at you like that!"

"I didn't!" Butterfly panicked, her voice trembling.

Chen Hao forced his gaze at her face: "You don't?" Then why are you panicking, why is your voice trembling?"

His hands grabbed her shoulders hard: "You say!"

Two lines of tears rolled down the nightmare's cheeks.

"Chen Hao, please, please let me go!" she said with a crying voice: "You think you like me, you have suffered for me for nine lifetimes, but how do you know that I have not suffered? In fact, one person's love is a very heavy burden on another person, your love is too heavy, I can't bear it!"

"Why can't you bear it?" Chen Hao's eyes stared into her eyes: "That's because you don't love me, so you feel like a burden!"

His right hand was raised high, and his palm slowly fell to the butterfly: "Don't be afraid, butterfly, I promise, my soul extraction palm will fall soon, just one moment, you won't hurt, I will take out your soul and stay with me forever, I believe that one day, you will see my good, you will fall in love with my ......"

"Don't ......" Butterfly's body trembled and shrunk into a ball: "Chen Hao, please let me go, I will repay you as a cow and a horse in the next life!"

"Afterlife?" Chen Hao let go of his hand, and suddenly laughed, but the smile was indescribably desolate and terrifying: "You may have an afterlife, but I, but there will never be an afterlife, what I have is only the loneliness and resentment of this ninth life!"

He glanced at the white-clothed monk who was sitting on the ground: "Are you still expecting him to save you? Let me tell you, he can't save you anymore! That monk, he came to Santuchuan to overtake me, the ninth-world undead! So he has always refused to use the power of demon subjugation to kill me, otherwise, I would have died a long time ago!" However," the muscles on Chen Hao's face became hideous: "If he doesn't kill me, I will kill him! I would rather be trapped in this labyrinth and be my ninth-born undead, stinky monk, who wants you to overdo it?"

Butterfly looked at the white-clothed monk sitting motionless on the ground in horror: "Monk, you, are you...... Are you dying?"

The white-robed monk's head hung slightly, and the candle flame on his shoulder became more and more dim.

Chen Hao laughed out loud: "Yes, he must use the 'Sacrifice Spell' to cross me, I finally used a trick 'Crazy Spirit Annihilation', knocked out his sacrifice spell and talisman mana, and now, he has run out of oil and the lamp has dried up, and he can no longer save you! You see, the little fire next to him, how dim, how faint, that is his heart lamp, he finally lit his heart lamp, in order to show you the way to illuminate, he is afraid that you will not find a way out in the dark......

Tears poured out from Butterfly's eyes, and everything in front of her suddenly blurred: "Monk, is what he said true?