smiled at him and said, "Her Royal Highness the princess has promised to see you."

Lin Zhize immediately smiled, and strode into the Fengming Hall with the female official.

This is the first time Lin Zhize has come to the princess's bedroom, and everything feels so fresh.

However, he didn't dare to look around, for fear of touching the privacy of Her Royal Highness the Princess.

At that time, it was really worth the loss.

When Lin Zhize walked to a huge curtain, a familiar but somewhat raw tone came from inside and said: "You are so persistent in wanting to see me, what is the purpose."

It can be heard that Her Royal Highness the princess is not kind to herself.

Lin Zhize pondered for a while, and then explained: "It was the Emperor of the Realm who came down to seek the opinion of Her Royal Highness the Princess."

"Father, what is he going to do," the curtain said in amazement.

"He" Lin Zhize hesitated slightly, but he was driven by desire ^ in his heart, so he still said it: "The emperor wants the princess to marry the boy, so let the boy come to ask for the opinion of the princess."

"What!" the curtain was visibly annoyed, "I won't be able to.... There's no way I'm going to marry again."

After speaking, the curtain opened, revealing a face that captivated the country and the city, and Lin Zhize, who was directly looking, was petrified.

Huangfu raised her eyebrows, stared at him like frost, and said, "I won't agree to your marriage proposal, you might as well die of this heart."

Lin Zhize was still immersed in beauty at this time and couldn't extricate himself, and when he heard the last few words, his heart immediately began to sink.

It wasn't until he was completely awake that he stared at Huangfu Yanran's watery eyes and said, "Actually, your father has already promised me."

Huangfu Yan was furious and said, "No matter what deal you make with your father and the emperor in private, I will not marry."

Lin Zhize was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Her Royal Highness the princess to react so violently.

He frowned, "You hate me so much?"

Huangfu Yanran shook his head: "I don't hate you, but my heart is already dead, and I will never marry someone else in this life and this life."

Lin Zhize was stunned: "Do you have someone you like?"

Huangfu Yanran nodded: "Although we are not married, we have long been husband and wife."

Lin Zhize's expression was a little desperate when he heard this: "Who is he?"

From his gaze, Huangfu Yanran saw a trace of murderous intent.

She hurriedly explained: "He is already dead.... He is a general who died on the battlefield of the clan."

Oh, Lin Zhize breathed a sigh of relief, and said slightly: "I understand your mood very well, I can wait, wait until you forget him."

Huangfu Yanran shook his head: "I will not forget him, forever."

Lin Zhize also frowned: "Do you want to be a widow for the sake of a dead man for the rest of your life, and he hasn't really married you yet."

Huangfu Yanran stubbornly said: "This is my business, no one can control me."

Lin Zhize said helplessly: "Okay, I won't force you, but I won't give up, one day, I will let you marry me willingly."

Huangfu Yanran did not argue, because she knew that this person was very important to the empire and to her father, and she could not offend him.

Then Lin Zhize looked up at her and said, "Can you play a piece for me?" I like the way I play the flute.

Originally, Huangfu Yanran was already very disgusted with him, but because of his identity, he was powerful in Xiancheng at this time.

Still reluctantly, she took out a bamboo flute from her bosom and began to play.

The flute has few sounds, with a hint of bleakness, but it does not affect Lin Zhize's obsession with fairies at all.

His eyes were slightly red, as if he had awakened from another soul within him.

His nose twitched, and his expression was sincere. Seeing that Huangfu Yanran was also a little moved, maybe this person is not as bad as the legend.

Huangfu Yanran also felt the changes in Xiancheng in the past few days, so she secretly investigated a lot of things about Lin Zhize, and then made a judgment that this kid was ruthless and vicious, unscrupulous in order to achieve his goals, and even used women to play with a young lady of the Min family on applause.

It's just that all of this can only be obtained with the support of the Shadow Guard, and in the eyes of outsiders, he is the mysterious Butterfly Emissary.

After the song was played, Lin Zhize left, and he walked very simply, without the slightest drag.

Before leaving, he threw a token to the princess and said, 'As long as he sees this talisman, no matter the sword or the sea of fire, he will go to the appointment immediately.'

These words reminded Her Royal Highness of the princess that day she had stolen the Xuantian Sect's holy relics.

Did I really miss him?

Maybe he's the one you can make friends with.

But if you want to lend it to him, you will never do it.

Because she will never talk about marriage again in her life.

Huangfu Yan walked towards the door of the palace, looking up at the void, the corners of his mouth slightly curled.

Under the clouds of the void, there seemed to be a little more melancholy, a kind of inability to squeeze out emptiness and loneliness.

Knock knock!

Traceless seems to have a burst of instrumental music in his ears, and the tone is extremely simple, giving people a sense of experiencing the vicissitudes of time.

Knock knock!

A few more in a row, then a hula, and dozens of lights lit up.

In the hollow cavern, it looks extremely charming.

At this moment, a middle-aged man covered in numbness and extremely ugly looked slowly walked down from the altar.

When he stepped on the ground, the ground flashed with a series of moments.

Without a trace began to see clearly, and rubbed his eyes vigorously, only to see that the light and shadow on the ground turned out to be bloody people.

They were covered in thorns, their eyes and tongues had been cut out, and an ancient spell was engraved on them.

Mimi!

The priest put one hand on their brow and trembled like chaff.

A series of spells filled with eerie tones emanated from his shriveled lips.

Hey?

The moment Traceless heard the spell, he couldn't help but tremble a little.

Why is this spell so familiar!

Could it be a witch spell? Traceless remembers the ritual he had experienced in the Witch Temple.

There seems to be some connection between the two spells.

Without a Trace had also learned witchcraft, but he couldn't hear what the priest said.

Especially when he raised his hands above his head and shouted towards the void, Traceless was even more confused.

The old man also approached, narrowed his eyes and said in confusion: "This is not a sacrifice to the gods, it is more like a ghost art."

Traceless also felt that this was very different from the previous sacrifices, although there were also sacrifices to the gods, but there was no way to cut off people's eyes and facial features.

This seems to be the re-sealing of the six senses of the sacrifice, and this kind of sacrifice is full of evil energy.

The priest was still dancing wildly, and the drumstick in his hand made a tinkling sound.

Each syllable seems to imply an evil force. Free Chinese

It's uncomfortable to listen to.

The mad knife shook the crazy knife in his hand and said: "Lao Tzu went to disturb him, so as not to be annoyed by listening."

Traceless immediately stopped him and said, "No, if you stir them, maybe you will touch the underground palace mechanism, and we won't be able to get out of here."

Along the way, they had endured all the hardships of this underground palace technique, so they didn't dare to act rashly without a trace.

This sacrificial ritual does not seem to be real, and it seems that people and objects everywhere are like illusions.

Traceless stared at the sacrifice until he was stagnant and half-airborne, and then he slowly leaned in.

Extremely cautiously, he poked his finger at the huge bone necklace on his chest.

Suddenly, the image shattered, and countless lights and shadows disappeared in an instant.

Sure enough, it was all some kind of illusion.

However, the sacrificial ritual performed by the sacrifice just now made Traceless feel some kind of real evil power.

He cautiously walked around the ground where the sacrifice had once laid, and when he stepped over one, a blood-red footprint was produced.

Until he walked to the altar where the sacrifice was made.

At this time, the sacrifice was no longer there, but everything on the altar was placed far away.

Traceless stared at the objects, and revisited the ancient ritual in his mind.

It's strange to say, not a single action was missed.

Without a trace, I was also surprised why I remembered it so clearly.

At this moment, the old man behind him suddenly shouted in horror: "Be careful."

Without a Trace hurriedly turned, and a blood-red thing rushed towards him.

In a panic, Traceless pulled out the ghost-eyed long knife and slashed it down hard.

Then a splash of blood spattered, and as the blood red faded, Traceless saw a huge scorpion lying on the ground, which was more than a foot thick.

Half of its head was still struggling.

At this time, Traceless waved his hand and cut off his scorpion tail.

Then he looked around and noticed that there seemed to be something crawling out of many of the cracks in the walls.

Seeing this scene, it was clear without a trace that he might have inadvertently touched the mechanism again.

So he immediately summoned the Blade Without a Trace and rushed to the altar together.

The moment they reached the center of the altar, there was already a swarm of scorpions all around.

There were countless of them, each with a huge tail spike, as if trying to rush in.

However, they seem to be afraid of the altar, and never dare to trespass a step.

Staring at these huge poisonous scorpions, Traceless frowned and said, "They don't look like tricks, these poisonous scorpions don't seem to belong here."

At this time, the old man also nodded and said, "This is a desert scorpion, which only grows in that extremely dry desert, and will never grow in this dark and damp underground palace."

Traceless nodded in agreement: "Maybe they just touched some kind of space-time tunnel and teleported them here."

"Time and space tunnel?" Hearing these words, the old man's eyes lit up.

After a few days, he was frightened step by step, and he had long forgotten his original intention of making a fortune, and he wanted to leave this ghost place immediately.

Traceless stared at the old man and teased: "But if you leave now, you won't gain anything."

The old man shook his head and said: "Lao Tzu still wants to live a few more years, wealth is something outside the body, and Lao Tzu looks down on it."

Traceless never dreamed that such words would come from the mouth of an old man who was greedy for money.

But to be honest, he wanted to get out of here too.

But as soon as he thought of the strange people in the depths of the underground palace, he could help him break through the cultivation prison.

And he became determined again.

Traceless comforted the old man, "You can't be sure that the space-time rift will teleport you back to the original plane, what if the teleportation location is more dangerous than here."

Looking at the poisonous scorpions on the ground, the old man also swallowed his tongue and said, "You have to fight, in case there is no danger."

Traceless smiled at him indifferently and said, "Then why don't you go to the dungeon to gamble, maybe there is a teleportation array that goes straight to the top."

Traceless didn't want to lose such a partner as the old man, although his cultivation was not as good as the Crazy Knife, but he was very knowledgeable, enough to make up for his lack of experience in many cultivation realms.

The old man pondered for a long time before sighing: "If you don't go now, you can't do it, you see these poisonous scorpions are hungry and thirsty, do I dare to go out."

Traceless glanced down, smiled helplessly, and walked back to the center of the altar, staring at those items and said: "It seems that this level opens the entrance to the next floor of the underground palace, and it is in these items, but how should we use them."

The old man was silent, but the mad knife directly put the handle on his leg and broke it. Without a trace, I had no choice but to study it myself.

All that had been done by that sacrifice was echoed in his mind.

It seems that he knows what he is doing again.

But without a trace, he couldn't think clearly.

Gradually, his arms began to move with his mind, and sometimes he was still performing very old dances.

The gesture was getting closer and closer to the sacrifice.

Looking at the strange dance without a trace, the old man was a little interested in watching it at first, and then he hugged him around his waist in horror and shouted, "Don't continue to summon."

Traceless returned to reality from that psychedelic state, and he stared at the old man in a daze and asked, "Senior, what happened?"

The old man stared at him and said, "Do you really not know anything?".

Traceless nodded: "Just now I just recalled the sacrificial act, and I was a little groggy."

The old man stared at him, glanced at the ground magic weapon in horror, and said, "Just now you picked them up and started to make sacrifices, and there are some strange powers that are seeping down that void just now."

Traceless stared at the void with his head raised, but saw nothing.

However, he still trusted the old man, so he hurriedly dodged those altar items, and then stared at the old man and said, "Then we can't break the mystery of these things, and we can't go to the lower level."

The old man was silent for a while before he said, "Maybe we all misunderstood, this altar is not to open the next layer of mechanism at all."

"What do you mean," Traceless stared at the old man in surprise.

"Do you remember what the sacrifice did? He doesn't seem to be sacrificing again, but trying to summon some kind of power, and even that power is hidden in this underground palace," the old man stared at the altar with wise eyes, and after a long time he turned to his left and took a little step from the ground.

Finally, he stood in a graphic center and pointed with his hand: "Look what this is".

Traceless strode over, looked down and saw a stone that had long since been shattered.

However, from its fault, it can still be identified that this is the Broken Seal Stone.

It is a spell spirit stone used to break seals.

The old man stretched out his hand and clasped it and said, "You see, almost thirty percent of this altar is made of this kind of seal-breaking stones, and they are used to break the seal, not to open the Dharma."

Without a trace this time, he also felt that the old man's words were more credible.

If you want to open the circle, you will never use so many Breaking Stones.

The old man was silent for a while, then pointed to the void and said: "The dome stone formation above is actually an ancient sealing spell, but due to the ancient times, many formation carvings have been eroded by the wind, but the mysterious power of those ancient spells has not disappeared, so the power of this sealing array is still there, and it is from its power when we sacrificed just now."

While they were talking, the ancient sealing array shook inexplicably. Then many small cracks were beginning to crack in the gray-brown soil.