Feng Yuzhan showed his tiger teeth and smiled: "Naturally, it's for Heng Ji's business." ”

"But, haven't you all returned to the master in Qianqiu Valley, why are you the only one left?" Shen Xiang asked.

Feng Yuzhan glanced at Ji Boya and explained: "In two months, it will be the triennial immortal examination of the Shangling Academy, and when Heng Ji's matter is resolved, we will leave for Shangjing." Speaking of which, I just remembered that your brother has also reached the age of going to the spiritual academy this year. ”

"What about my brother, doesn't he have to go?" Shen Xiang thought of what they had said before, Shen Qian and they were classmates.

Ji Boya on the side opened his mouth: "Brother Shen has passed the last immortal examination, and now he has passed the crown ceremony, so I don't think I will go." ”

Qu Lingyun sneered: "It's just a footboard for the children of the gentlemen in Beijing, what's the point?" ”

"Listen to this, you disciples of Biluo Palace won't participate?" Shen Xiang looked at the person behind Qu Lingyun silently: What about him? Won't you go either?

"Our Penglai Immortal Art is its own school, which is different from the Central Plains." Qu Lingyun said with a little arrogance.

"What about after catching Heng Ji? You ......"

Feng Yuzhan took the lead and said: "Naturally, it is back to Biluo Palace, and their old palace master protects Zhou Cheng like a treasure. If it weren't for Hengji's incident this time, he would definitely be reluctant to leave the island. ”

Back to Penglai, so far......

Suddenly, there was a loud bang in the sky, and the fireworks were sent to the sky with the blessings of the people, stirring up a galaxy in the dark sky. After an instant, the Milky Way turned into a little starlight and disappeared into the mortal beings. It's dazzlingly beautiful, but it can't help but feel sorry.

This reminded Shen Xiang of a sentence he had heard in this world: What everyone in the world loves to see is the fall of God......

After the fireworks ended, dozens of adult-tall floats followed, each decorated with different flowers. According to Ji Boya, this is a local custom. There are 12 floats, each with different flowers, representing the 12 months of the year.

When pedestrians on the street saw the parade floats, they all put down what they were doing and marched with the floats.

What kind of operation is this? Shen Xiang just wanted to complain to Shen An, but turned his head to find that Shen An was gone.

"Shen An?" Shen Xiang looked around, but he didn't even see Shen An's shadow.

"What's wrong?" Qu Lingyun, who was walking in front, turned around and asked her.

"Shen An is gone!"

Qu Lingyun disagreed: "Where are you going to play, you also know his temperament that loves to join in the fun." ”

"No," Ji Boya said, "Feng Yao is also gone." ”

People are still so calm when they are lost, this brother is okay, right?

Shen Xiang felt that the acacia knot on his wrist began to get hot, and his heart became more and more flustered: Could it be Heng Ji?

Suddenly, her slightly trembling wrist tightened, Shen Xiang reacted, and found that Zhou Yuan grabbed her wrist and said to Ji Boya and the two, "Look for it separately." ”

After speaking, he couldn't help but pull her in the other direction, and Shen Xiang became more and more puzzled in his heart: What does he mean by this?

"Drive the magic weapon and sense where the demonic power is." Zhou Yan pulled her to a stop in a relatively open place.

Shen Xiang raised his left hand, and cast a spell with his right hand to urge the magic weapon, and the bracelet flickered brightly and darkly: "No, the aura here is too chaotic, and Acacia Knot can't immediately judge Hengji's location." After speaking, as if he had thought of something, Shen Xiang's right hand seal summoned the "Floating Life of Mountains and Seas".

Zhou Cheng saw the thick booklet in her hand and asked, "What is this?" ”

"Some records about Heng Ji may be useful." Shen Xiang hurriedly opened the first page of the scroll, and found that the page originally depicting the seven-tailed fox pattern had become blank, and Shen Xiang turned several pages without finding a record about the seven-tailed fox: "How could it be ......?"

"What's wrong?"

"No wonder, I can't feel her breath," Shen Xiang looked up at Zhou Yuan's eyes, and said with a trembling voice, "Zhou Yuan......"

"What?"

"Heng Ji, she may be dead."

After finishing speaking, a new picture gradually emerged on the originally blank page, and a lifelike picture of a hairpin girl gradually emerged. The girl leaned against the tree and wept with unspeakable sadness on her face. The gold dust floats in the wind, piecing together the name of the demon in the air: the peach demon.

"It's Sheng Ge, as long as you find her, you can find Shen An." Shen Xiang re-drove the bracelet, and a touch of fluorescence flew out of the tourmaline on the bracelet and flew towards the crowd.

Zhou Cheng immediately threw out the floating light sword, grabbed her shoulder, and jumped onto the sword body together. Shen Xiang desperately straightened up, trying to maintain his balance. She didn't dare to look at Zhou Cheng's eyes the whole time, and she always felt as if he had been weird since he came back from there.

The fluorescent escaped into a temple where many floats stopped, Zhou Cheng closed his momentum, and the two of them landed at the gate of the temple with a twist of the sword. Shen Xiang almost didn't stand firm, and was carried forward and fell over.

Zhou Cheng collected his sword and stretched out his arm to fish the person back, and his voice was very low: "Be careful, there is a lot of demonic energy in this temple." ”

There was a commotion behind him, and the people on the street gathered in front of the temple and knelt down in front of the temple.

"What's going on? Can't they see us? Shen Xiang looked at those expressionless people who bowed down and bowed, and suddenly saw a familiar figure in a flash: "It's Shen An and Feng Yao!" ”

"Don't go over, they're all bewitched," Zhou Cheng grabbed her: "Have you noticed the flowers on them?" These flowers are sucking their essence and feeding it to the one inside, and the peach demon must be found immediately. ”

There was a dull sound of the door opening from behind, Zhou Cheng lowered the sword body, and his eyes were dark: "It's here." ”

The two of them stepped into the temple gate, and their boots fell to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust. The temple of flowers is withered, and the red silk hanging on the hanging beams sways with the breeze, showing the prosperity of the past. A strong smell of blood came to my face, and this smell of blood was full of strange aroma and commotion. Shen Xiang felt a tumbling in his stomach: "What kind of taste is this?" Zombie stench? ”

"It's the smell of fox blood," Zhou Cheng raised his sleeves and covered his mouth and nose lightly: "Is the fantasy glass bottle left for you by your brother still there?" ”

Fantasy glass bottle? Shen Xiang remembered the glass bottle that Shen Qian gave her when she was in Tongxian, this thing originally had a name.

She took out the palm-sized bottle from the Qianyuan bag and handed it to him: "What's the use of this?" ”

Zhou Cheng took the bottle, uncorked it and explored the surroundings: "There is a purple fox tail in it, and you can sense the same kind of breath." ”

"The direction where the bottle glows is where the monster is," Suddenly the bottle glowed purple in the northwest corner, and Zhou Cheng turned his head slightly to remind her: "It's over here." ”

The two of them lifted the red silk one after the other, and when they walked out of the red silk range, a huge statue of the god of flowers stood in front of them.

Shen Xiang saw the scene on the statue clearly by the candlelight in the temple, and a fiery fox was nailed to the statue. Its heart is pierced by a thigh-thick peach branch, and its five tails are also pinned by peach branches. The branches continued to extend outward from the wound, winding and circling to pierce the flesh of the flesh in another place. But the fox's eyes widened with rage, his face distorted but did not move, and he was dead at the sight of it.

"Five tails ......" Just when Shen Xiang couldn't figure out the situation, Zhou Cheng said with certainty: "You guessed right, it's Heng Ji, who has been dead for a few hours." ”

"But, isn't Heng Ji a seven-tailed fox? If you have a broken tail, it should be six tails? ”

Zhou Cheng returned the fantasy glass bottle to her: "Heng Ji broke her tail twenty years ago, she is right." ”

A faint gasp could be heard in the temple, and something seemed to be squirming under the statue. Shen Xiang asked in a low voice, "What is that?" ”

Zhou Cheng blocked her behind him: "Hide, he has a demonic aura on him." ”

Suddenly, the lump raised its head. Shen Xiang hid behind Zhou Cheng and slowly opened his eyes, and after seeing the other party clearly, Shen Xiang stood up from behind Zhou Cheng: "Bai ...... White foxes? ”

The boy lay on the ground weakly panting and opened his mouth: "You're finally here......"

"You know him?" Zhou Cheng turned around and asked, "He's a demon." ”

"Zhou Yan, don't hurt him! He's just a half-demon, the son of Heng Ji. As he spoke, Shen Xiang put his left hand behind his back and slowly walked towards the white fox: "It seems that it is not just my hallucination. ”

Zhou Cheng took the first step in front of the white fox, pulled out the floating light sword and pointed at him: "What the hell is going on?"

The white fox was angry, and said weakly: "From the moment you saw the woman in red during the sacrifice, you have entered the illusion I weaved. My mana is limited, and I can only make one person completely hallucinate. He looked at Shen Xiang and explained: "You have a weak physique and an unstable immortal root, so only you have fallen for my charm." ”

"You're doing everything you can to reveal information to me in your dreams in order to lure us here?"

"Yes," the white fox coughed and said slowly, "but I am not skilled in spells, and I can't completely control your dreams, some of which are ...... Maybe it's your self-hallucination. ”