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It is also the bottom of the lake, and the overall environment is almost exactly the same as that near Tianliangshan Island, but due to the difference in light - the bright moon in the water is floating and sinking, and the blue light flows, reflecting the surrounding slight. It also made the translucent spirit snake, which was completely hidden in the water and float uncertainly, appear.

If the monk who watched the game last night was there, he would definitely recognize it at a glance, this is the "creation" of Chixiao Tian's competition last night.

In fact, Lu Lian's judgment was not wrong. This "creation" was bombarded by the thunder of the Heavenly Tribulation, and many parts had been severely damaged, and if it were not for the attachment of thoughts, it would be half the same as a waste at this time. As time went on, it became more and more difficult to control.

But at this time, the idea of a certain person attached to it was attracted by the bright moon and the flowing images, and he forgot about the difficult situation for a while.

Mingyue is like a window to the outside world, and it is also a mirror that distinguishes between the real and the illusory, although he is not very good at the Void Method, he also knows that the void is stacked with obstacles, and if he really wants to explore the past, the consequences are unpredictable. So, he didn't make any superfluous movements, just watched quietly.

Above the bright moon, it shows the surrounding environment of Tianliangshan Island that has sunk to the bottom of the lake, and of course, it also includes the figures of Su Shuanghe and Elder Qing. There are only images, no sounds, and he can only parse the lips through guò and know a general idea. It's hard to say anything else, but in the conversation between the two, the "name" that appeared many times, he confirmed:

Yu Ci ......

It turned out to be an old man. I thought that his entry into the realm over the years was rare, but he didn't want anyone to be above him! It's just that his energy was never focused on comparison, so he just sighed a little, and the abnormal changes at the bottom of the lake attracted his attention again.

The big fish that burst made him feel awe-inspiring.

When he was groaning, the void transmitted, and the surrounding aquatic dark lines: "You don't want to say something?"

The power of taking him here finally took the initiative to talk to him.

In fact, it's not that he doesn't want to talk about it, but he can't find an opportunity to communicate at all. He attached a wisp of his mind to the puppet of Chixiao Heaven, saying that it was weak or not, and that it was not strong that it was strong, relying on the oppression of the realm, it was okay to attack Li Shan, in this incredible void world, there was no possibility of releasing it at all, and it was fortunate that it was not pressed back by the majestic power inside.

The power behind the void came to his senses: "I didn't expect it to be so weak...... I see that you are determined, enough to regenerate with one thought, and attack the divine soul, and you have the golden bone and jade disc to exchange blood for marrow, and the foundation is also extremely strong, and with the help of the Heavenly Purple Ming Pill, you should be able to cross the catastrophe nine times out of ten, how did you end up in such a situation?"

As he spoke, a ball of luminous light in the water condensed, and he was born with suction, sucking the spirit snake puppet into it, and involuntarily coiled into a ball, but the only wisp of thought was withdrawn, and there was no resistance at all.

However, after the disintegration of the body, the feeling of weakness that exists alone and may disappear at any time is covered clean, and it changes unconsciously, condensing the surrounding water flow to form a body, which is still the appearance of a tall and thin monk

On the temporarily condensed thin cheeks, his expression did not move, and he only saluted: "The little monk is strict, thank you for saving your life." ”

As soon as he heard the name of "Golden Bone Jade Saucer", he already had a judgment in his heart, but his usual introverted personality made him only ignorant, and only responded calmly: "The little monk is a cultivator, and most of it is not obtained by himself, he is subject to others, and he is not free." It's better to give up everything, only pure thoughts, and then make plans. ”

“...... Good monk!"

After the void, Yu Ci was also stunned for a moment before he spoke praise. He could see that Zheng Yan should have made some judgments about his identity, but since he didn't say it, Yu Ci was also happy to do so.

After all, the original friendship was also average, and I haven't seen it for many years, who knows what kind of changes will be made in the future?

At least Yu Ci could see that the shadow of the Great Black Heaven Buddha Mother Bodhisattva was still like a dark cloud over his head, and his fierce behavior was a resolute resistance to this.

The cost is too great.

How can it be so simple to abandon the physical body! Not to mention how weak it is now, even if it is recovered, there are a few examples in the world of pure Yang God enlightenment?

And even if you abandon your body, don't you avoid it?

The big fish that blew itself up is proof of that.

Out of familiarity with the "Future Star Tribulation Sutra", Yu Ci could see at a glance that it was a monster that had been "transformed". And judging from the direction of the gas engine, its goal is to prove that there is no doubt.

Obviously, that Bodhisattva didn't believe that Zhengyan really died under the catastrophe and disappeared.

Yu Ci originally wanted to communicate with this side, but there was something on the main side, so he only said, "You can rest here", and cut off contact. At this time, the maid on the island had already saluted him and reported:

"There is a man named Shuangmu Dao, who wants to go to the island to meet Mr. ”

Yu Ci thought for a moment, and then remembered that he was on the giant ship of the Eight Extremes Sect, and he met a loose cultivator, who was said to have won the favor of Mrs. Xia with his swordsmanship and became her disciple.

The point of the matter is not this, although Yu Ci does not know much about the internal situation of Flying Soul City, but he also knows that Su Shuanghe, who is Xi Dawu, has a very stiff relationship with the city lord's wife, almost to the verge of completely tearing his face...... What courage!

Out of this thought, Yu Ci decided to meet with him.

In a moment, the servant on the island led the Shuangmu Daoist over, compared with yesterday, the Shuangmu Daoist no longer had a self-conscious appearance, his face was stern, and between the steps, there seemed to be a ruler under his feet to measure, on the one hand, he was indeed a good cultivator, on the other hand, he was too nervous.

Shuangmu Daoren walked closer, didn't say much, bowed down, and handed over a letterhead: "Entrusted by Mrs. Xia, send a handwritten letter to Mr. Yu." ”

After saying that, he closed his mouth, as if one more word was under great pressure.

Mrs. Xia?

Yu Ci said "oh", he was not surprised that the other party was well-informed, but he was surprised by this kind of reaction. In just one night, from hearing the news to writing a letter in person, in addition to really paying attention to the past, the distance between her and this place should not be too far.

Well, if there is a void shifting technique like Yourui, it is naturally a different matter.

Thinking in his heart, he also took the letterhead casually.

Shuangmu Dao people were relieved, and then made a joke: "The matter has been done, and Xiaodao will leave." ”

Yu Ci smiled dumbly, and he didn't keep it-if he really opened his mouth to keep the guest, I'm afraid that the Shuangmu Dao people would be worse off than dead.

Seeing the Shuangmu Daoist disappear at the end of the winding path, Yu Ci looked down at the envelope, and wrote the words "Mr. Yu Qi" in a solemn and stretched brushwork.

It seems simple, but this way of passing books with pen and ink is rare in the real world.