"If I say that I am mourning the princess, do you believe it or not?"

There was a hint of ridicule in Jia Nianxi's voice, half a trace of resentment.

"How is that possible! Sima Nuyan didn't ...... at the age of eight."

When Ling Muyun heard this, his voice rose by half a degree.

First, Jia Nanfeng, who had been dead for decades, appeared in front of her half-dead, and now, her daughter who died early said that she was a mourning princess.

The brain was running frantically, and Ling Muyun carefully searched for memories.

Mourning the princess, the name Sima Nuyan is the youngest daughter of Jia Nanfeng, who was able to write and recite poetry at the age of eight, and lingered on the bed for a long time.

Because of his handsome appearance, he is deeply loved by Jia Nanfeng.

After dying of illness, the special name mourned the princess and was buried in the specifications of the eldest princess.

Later, in the Rebellion of the Eight Kings, the tomb of Sima Nuyan, the mourning princess, was dug up by the rebels.

Every word of this is written clearly in the history books, if it is Sima Nuyan in front of you, who is the one who died? Whose grave is it that the rebels dig up?

"Believe it or not!"

The woman turned her face, faster than turning a book, she was still studying her identity in the last second, and in the next second, five black qi poked out of her body.

Condensed into a giant python, with its bloody mouth wide open, intertwined with each other in the air.

"This is ......" Ling Muyun couldn't recover from Jia Nianxi's identity for a while.

Xiangxi corpse chasing technique, it is the living who drive the dead corpse, if Jia Nianxi didn't lie, now it is the dead corpse driving the dead corpse!

"Dead, I'll tell you slowly!" Jia Nianxi sneered: "Go!" ”

The giant python pounced on Ling Muyun with billowing black smoke.

Ling Muyun's plan was discovered, and he hurriedly cast a palm thunder.

The palm thunder hit the python's head, but it slowed down its attack speed slightly, and.

But this is enough, Ling Muyun's real intention is still the Five Thunder Order: Bath Thunder.

"Mother, I'll leave it to you!" After Jia Nianxi finished speaking, Jia Nanfeng's throat gurgled, and then his mouth opened wider and wider, and finally almost covered his entire face.

The wind rises.

I saw that in Dingbei City, there was a black gas.

The big mouth seemed to devour everything, and all the black qi, as if summoned, poured into Jia Nanfeng's mouth with the strong wind.

When the last black gas entered, Jia Nanfeng gritted his teeth.

Even though Ling Muyun was still fighting with the five giant pythons, he could still vaguely hear the sound of countless people struggling and shouting in Jia Nanfeng's stomach.

"Cover the sky!"

Before Ling Muyun could think about it, Jia Nianxi slapped Jia Nanfeng on the back, only to see Jia Nanfeng's originally closed mouth open again, and all the black gas that had been swallowed just now spewed out towards the sky.

For a time, the sky and the earth changed, the stars and the moon were dark, and it seemed that everything was swallowed up under the darkness.

In all this darkness, the python was like a fish in water, as if invisible, and in just a few breaths, its arms and chest were torn and bloodied.

"Five Thunder Orders: Bath Thunder!" A thunderbolt burst out between Ling Muyun's hands, resisting the direct attack of a giant python, and shouted in a muffled voice.

In an instant, there was a thunderous roar.

There was only thunder.

"Huh? Why? In the middle of the distraction, the other four giant pythons converged on the giant python that Ling Muyun was resisting, and the five pythons were one.

"Poof!" Ling Muyun was hit and flew backwards for more than a dozen feet, blood spraying in the air.

The giant python did not take advantage of the momentum to pursue, hovered and let Jia Nianxi sit on his head, drooping his legs: "Why? This obsession in the sky, with reluctance and fetters, isolates the thunder in the space! It's as simple as that. ”

"Ahem! Cough! Ling Muyun struggled to get up and coughed up two mouthfuls of blood: "What should I be, it turns out to be an evil spirit!" ”

"Don't be ashamed!" Jia Nianxi sneered: "The dying man has a hard mouth. ”

"Ahem!" Ling Muyun wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and said with contempt: "There is a technique about suppressing evil spirits in the Taishi Thunder Righteous Method, and I always thought that it was used to blow up ghosts. I didn't think about it, it's really evil! I happened to learn three or two spells, and I will take you under the knife! ”

After speaking, he held up his hands and flashed a trace of thunder and lightning.

"Huh? Too late? Jia Nianxi looked at the sky, frowned, and sighed: "Come here today!" ”

With a swipe of her hands in the air, all the black qi gathered and burrowed into her forehead.

"Go!" A black gas turned into an arrow and smashed into Ling Muyun's chest.

Ling Muyun's hands formed a chain of thunder and lightning, tightly locking the arrow.

"Bang!" The black gas exploded, and Ling Muyun was blown away again, falling on the sand, and falling to pieces.

"It's over, it's all messed up!" Looking at the starry sky, Ling Muyun said in a low voice: "Five Thunder Orders: Bath Thunder!" ”

But Zhen Qi couldn't be mobilized, the five thunder orders couldn't be cast, and the slightly raised left hand couldn't emit a trace of thunder light.

"I want to get stronger!" Ling Muyun muttered to himself.

Sitting up with difficulty, he looked around, and Jia Nianxi's figure was long gone: "Scared away by my words?" Immediately afterwards, Ling Muyun shook his head again: "Definitely not!" It seems that you have to really learn the magic of suppressing evil spirits! Next time, it may not be so lucky. ”

Ling Muyun saw that Jia Nianxi's figure was gone, so he simply lay down.

The long-lost stars came into view again, and my thoughts opened.

Jia Nianxi is Sima Nuyan, that is, mourning the princess, and she has a confused conversation with herself.

What is puzzling is that the mourning princess has already died, earlier than Jia Nanfeng.

Buddhism still has some mysteries, recording that after the death of the monk, there is no body in the tomb.

But with this dark air, how can there be a little Fa-rectification?

When Jia Nanfeng appeared, the disgusting breath was not taste or sight, but pure dislike from the heart.

Some are similar to the charm of poppies, but they are very different.

The poppy spell has an effect only when it is activated, and as long as Jia Nanfeng appears, it has that effect.

And this effect is by no means something that Jia Jia, a clown who jumps off the beam, can be affected.

Tonight's encounter can be described as a moment of shock.

Could it really be that he has lived in Dingbei City for a long time, and he can't see the strangeness of the outside world, and he has become a frog at the bottom of the well?

While thinking about things with a headache, and conditioning the true qi in his body, Ling Muyun secretly sighed: It would be nice if I was lame, and I could carry it back.

Until Zhen Qi stopped scurrying around, Ling Muyun spat out another mouthful of blood.

Struggling to get up, he found a piece of dead wood not far away, and staggered all the way to the city.

On the thirty-mile journey, I vomited a few mouthfuls of blood and spent nearly a night until the sky turned white, and then I arrived at the small courtyard.

The injury was not light, and it took two days for most of the injuries to be healed.

If it weren't for the fact that he was already so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back, Ling Muyun would have been tired of it for a few more days on that small bed.

After finding some food to eat, his spirit was no longer sluggish, and Ling Muyun learned from his pain.

Leave Dingbei City and travel!

packed his bags, put the ink blade on his back, looked around the entire courtyard, and reluctantly locked the courtyard door.