This broken brick, which breaks the beautiful scenery around it, is a particularly obvious flaw and a very distinctive landmark.

This is the entrance to the dungeon.

The so-called underground palace is, of course, the world below the castle.

Above is the residence of the servant of the pink old woman, because she is not willing to be lonely, she also raises the beautiful men collected in the heavens and all worlds. In every building marked with pink chrysanthemums, there is a lover living in it.

Here, she is the infamous queen who makes men love and hate. Many people knew that she was not a good person, but they still approached her like a moth to a fire.

And she is not a person who does not refuse, in addition to the other party's appearance, she must also have a certain amount of cultivation. This is also why when she met the owner of the blue spirit, she suddenly changed her ways and drove all her lovers away.

The master of the blue spirit, who was recognized as the most beautiful man in the heavens and all worlds, wanted to get in front of him, but he ignored them.

Because of this, some people even arranged him indiscriminately, saying that he had a habit of cleanliness and didn't love women at all. What's more, pass him on directly

Looking up, there are no less than 100 such landmark buildings on both sides of the street.

At this time, the building has long been empty and has become an empty house.

The world in the dungeon, that's the heavy occasion when the pink old lady treats the distinguished guests.

Here, there are rich night banquets, dancing and playing the piano, and all kinds of extravagant lives, only you can't think of it, and you can't do it without her.

Lan Ling and his master had only gone in once, and because they couldn't stand the strange smell inside, they ran away.

At this time, she naturally would not enter such a disgusting place. When he lifted his foot, he collapsed over the broken stone slab, and did not pay attention to it.

After several turns in a row, she finally saw a particularly large pink wrinkled chrysanthemum, hanging brightly from a building. This building is the largest and tallest bell tower in the castle.

There is a chiming clock on it, and few people know that there is another mystery underneath it.

It was a spiral staircase, and Lan Ling held a ball of light in his hand, slowly climbing down the stairs, walking without hurrying or slow.

This is not the first time she has gone down, and she knows that without a pillar of incense, she will never fail to go to the end.

The quiet space, if it were the previous blue spirit, she would definitely point at the pink old woman and scold, why did she make such a mysterious and terrible building?

Now, after being seriously injured, he was forced to recognize any such waste wood as his new owner, and he lay in the coffin for several months, which had already worn out Lan Ling's temper.

"Click~~~"

She just walked unhurriedly, and the ball of light stretched her shadow very long......

Suddenly, she stopped, her ears were half-ringing, and her eyes were full of confusion. After waiting for a while, there was no abnormality, so she had to continue driving.

The sound of walking was the same as always, but soon after, she had to stop again and yell behind her, "Who's in the back?

She was answered by a deathly silence.

In the dark shadow behind him, there was no living thing to be seen.

"Hmph, dare to hide in front of me, suffer death!"

She raised her hand and made an attack gesture, "Rockburst~~~"

As the words fell, a fierce fist wind swung out, and in the shadows, the wooden floor that was touched was instantly petrified.

Other than that, there was nothing different, and the blow didn't hurt anything.

"Strange? Could it be that my skills have regressed, and like Xiao Yi, I have hallucinations?"

Lan Ling said to himself, and then stopped caring about the aftermath, changed his previous lazy state, and quickly ran towards the bottom of the building.

With this breath, she finally saw a living person, a person with his eyes closed, hanging in the air, as if he was sleeping, an acquaintance.

"Cutie, is that you?"

Lan Ling still remembers the little cutie relatively well, after all, the two of them came to the strange continent of Lingyin from other continents.

The hanging man did not respond to her, his mouth was smiling, his eyebrows were full of joy, as if he was dreaming.

Lan Ling walked quickly to him, saw his somewhat pale and blue face, and then saw the bleeding toes, and hurriedly waved his hand, and a blue water knife took advantage of the situation to hover and completely cut off the few binding chains.

The little cutie's body lost support, and the whole person fell from mid-air, and Lan Ling grabbed him and didn't let him fall into the pool.

"Hey...... Wake up! Wake up, wake up!"

Lan Ling patted his face anxiously, and even pinched his people, but it was still useless.

"It can't be that you've been hit by the psychedelic formation again, right?"

Lan Ling looked at the wound on the soles of his feet helplessly, took out a bottle of elixir powder and sprinkled it.

It is worthy of being a Liao wound medicine that can also be used by the God King, and the effect is very good. The front foot is sprinkled up, and the back foot immediately stops the bleeding.

After dealing with this, Lan Ling hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to save him. She grabbed the little cutie's arm, and with a shake of her hand, the little cutie disappeared in place, and was sent into the world of the bag, and went with any of them.

"Whew~~~"

What Lan Ling did seemed to anger some unknown existence, and a yin tornado roared, and the wind was actually thorny, and Lan Ling was shrouded in it, and his skin was full of pain.

Fortunately, her clothes are not ordinary goods, they are all comparable to magic weapons, and they will not be easily cut. If it were someone else, like this, I would have seen people with a red fork a long time ago, and I would have to be ashamed to death.

The wind can be seen and touched, and the best way to destroy it is to use the same means to return to it.

What Lan Ling took out was not an ordinary rune treasure, a spirit treasure, but a wind-attribute immortal treasure.

The former pink old woman, her cultivation is still above her, this is the other party's territory, she doesn't dare to take it lightly and let herself get into trouble.

The two winds bang each other, and the brave wins. Obviously, Lan Ling's was so much taller, and the yin wind was quickly torn apart by it, and finally hit the surrounding walls, scraping a layer of black powder.

The pitch-black walls were as if a layer of paint had fallen off, revealing the white marks inside.

After this wave of attacks stopped, the other party seemed to have given up and stopped attacking Lan Ling. There was a deathly silence again.

Different from the previous doubts, the current Lan Ling is very sure that in this place where the god king fell, there are still many things left by the pink old woman, or rather, it is the back hand.

What the hell did she want to do?

With such doubts, Lan Ling walked to the edge of the blood pool and carefully examined the blood that was still boiling inside.

How much blood can a person have? a basin or a bucket? No matter how much, it is impossible to fill a pool of water. So, how does this little bit of blood spread into a pool, and there are more and more trends?