The Hundred Ghost Cave, as the name suggests, is a hidden lair in the divine realm.

It is named after the fact that the wind is very cold at night, and while penetrating the stone wall, it makes a sound like a ghost crying.

The secrecy of the Hundred Ghost Caves is not only here, it has been abandoned for generations, and the ground here has been corroded and withered thousands of times, forming one pothole after another on the ground.

With the layers of mechanisms arranged in between, if you want to escape alone, there is no way to let the winged Roc be.

According to legend, the immortals and fairies who entered the Hundred Ghost Caves were either crazy or could no longer be found.

Some Immortal Monarchs speculated that they may have fallen into the most hidden cave in the Hundred Ghost Caves and never managed to climb out again.

Some immortal monarchs said that hundreds of years of chaos and loneliness have made them forget their instincts and nature, and there is no difference between them and the ethereal nothingness of ghosts.

Si Di was white, and took a deep look at the glass pool, there was a deep and suppressed emotion in those deep eyes, hidden under the deep eyes, and indifference resurfaced, with a trace of indifference and relief.

Shadow grimaced and followed behind Si Di, trying to lower his head as much as possible to reduce his presence.

The immortal monarchs looked at the calm glazed pool in front of them, and spit towards the shadow.

The white figure, followed by the two tall soldiers, walked farther and farther.

Han looked at the lonely figure, his heart throbbed, and he looked at the solemn expression of the Jade Emperor, but he didn't dare to say a word.

If he hadn't talked so much about throwing away the flower pots, maybe Sidi Immortal Jun wouldn't have needed to stay in the terrifying Hundred Ghost Caves.

That's it, the Jade Emperor has always said the same, and if he makes such a big move, he should naturally have an explanation.

Han frowned, trying to stabilize his mind, and there was a time zone to visit one or two.

The Hundred Ghost Cave is an unattainable existence for other fairies, and it is indeed a quiet place for Han.

Sidi Immortal Jun is not a vulgar immortal, so he can naturally live a good life in the Hundred Ghost Cave.

The uproar of people, looking at the resolute and upright back, automatically retreated to both sides of the road, giving way to a wide main road.

Tong chased after him a little anxiously and blocked in front of Si Di.

"Sidi Xianjun, have you found the flower pot?"

The immature voice, emanating from the dense noise, sounded quite pleasant.

"No, forget about it. ”

Si Di looked at the short figure in front of him, and his heart moved slightly.

If you received a flower pot instead of a paulownia, you don't know what happened.

At the very least, it will feel a little better than it is now.

Si Di shook his head slightly, with indifference on his face.

Lightly threw down a sentence and left quickly.

Tong lowered his head in some disappointment, his small and weak figure looked pitiful and helpless.

Han walked to Kiri's side, and under the emperor's mother's displeased expression, he gently pulled Kiri's palm.

"Kiri, get out of the way, don't delay the soldiers on their mission. ”

Tong ignored Han, shook Han's slender but cold palm away, pouted angrily, and walked towards the glass pool.

The little figure had just been crying for an afternoon, and at this time there seemed to be sadness welling up in his heart.

The uproar of people followed the Jade Emperor back and forth, and disappeared in an instant in front of the glazed pond that had been razed to the ground.

The air was cold, with a hint of coolness.

Kirito squatted on the edge of the glazed pool, looking at the flowing brilliance, and fell asleep.

In the Ding Dong Palace, Ding Dong Xianjun raised his head, waited for a long time and didn't see anything new, and went to rest.

The flowerpot was at the door of the capital, silent, and the luster on the diamonds and shells was dimmed by the turbid smell of the Jingle Bell Temple.

The soil, which was originally as pure as water, has fallen into a thick layer of ash.

But the ash is like a protective layer, protecting the whole pot.

A small seedling finally grew quietly in the tenth month after leaving the hands of the Immortal Monarch.

The verdant color is quite pleasing to the eye.

Jingle Bell, that's Ding Dong Immortal King building a new palace out of abandoned things.

In the messy courtyard, pots and pans, crutches, and bamboo slips were piled up on the ground.

Short bushes, scattered among the mess, with a slight vitality and vitality.

A figure that is neither tall nor short, holding a cute little boy in his hand, swaggered out of the mess.

"It's been a long time, Ding Dong Xianjun. ”

The voice of laughter sounded loving and peaceful.

An old man with wrinkles and charitable eyebrows appeared in the middle of the courtyard.

The crutches in his hand were pounding between the messy copper, iron and aluminum in the courtyard, and I didn't know what to do.

"Old Yue, what is missing in your family, you can think of me. Whatever you like, the expenses of this divine realm are getting tighter and tighter, and I know that your life is not as glamorous as it seems on the surface. It's still the old rule, one pill, one thing. ”

Ding Dong Xianjun sat in the courtyard, the wrinkles on his round face were piled together because of joy, and it looked rare and not so shrewd, but had two more simple forms.

Yue Lao let go of the boy in his hand, let him play at will, moved a stool, sat in front of Ding Dong Xianjun, and watched him knock and beat, exuding familiar casualness.

"Got it, got it, long-winded. Or Ding Dong Xianjun knows me best, needless to say, I see if this crutch has fallen off a little recently, is there a crutch made of nanmu, this is also good-looking. ”

"Nanmu, I have a good Nanmu here, which grows in the second mansion, but the price is not so cheap, do you think?"

Ding Dong Immortal Jun asked tentatively, with a bit of cunning shrewdness on his face.

Of course, this Nanmu has it, and it depends on whether the old man can come up with that price.

It's not that I don't know, although Yue Lao searches, he has a lot of net worth.

Yue Lao knew Ding Dong's temperament well, and he had expected it, and pretended to be unhappy with broken thoughts on his face.

"How can there be so many pills, how can there be so many, all the pills I have saved with great difficulty have gone into your pocket. You're doing this job so well, you don't have to do anything, stay at home, wait a little longer, and everything will be delivered to your pocket. Let's take a look first. ”

The boy seemed to be attracted by the invisible force and walked in the direction of the capital on his own.

Ding Dong Xianjun and Yue Lao greeted each other for a while, and they didn't say anything more, put down the work in their hands, and walked in the direction of the second mansion.

Towering trees reach into the sky, and trees that can't be named grow scattered in this vast land.

Four walls that are not tall or low, about the height of a jingle immortal, surround the trees.

Unknown flowers and plants grow on the ground, one pot after another, exuding a warm and sweet fragrance.

An eerie purple color that emanates from between the flowers and trees, with a hint of depth.

"It's this one, look at it, such a nan tree, but it has grown for thousands of years, and I don't have as many crutches as I want. A branch is thicker than your legs. ”

Yue Lao looked at the tall tree, happily held the palm of his hand, and was about to pay, when he suddenly found that the boy did not know where to run.

"Yes, yes, strange, what's the aroma, where did the kid go?"