Ling Xuan sat up, looked around in a daze, and his tired gaze fell on Rouyu. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"It's time to go to the slave temple."

Rouyu nodded stupidly. "I've seen Lingxuan, and there are thousands of miles to go."

"What time is it, hurry up". Lingxuan stood up.

"This spirit is ordered by Qingfeng Lingzun to choose a spirit slave."

Soft Rain's eyelids fluttered and she opened her mouth. "Ahh "Lingxuan please".

The three spirit guards followed Lingxuan and the others to Hongqiao, Zhang Peng stood up, bowed slightly, and looked sideways at Liu Yan.

Liu Yan took out the ball of light that sealed the key expressionlessly and opened the revolving door. Follow Lingxuan into the slave hall.

Rouyu walked to Shui Han's side, took the flower honor, counted the light runes, and put the flower zun into the spirit bag.

The three spirit elders stood in front of the revolving door with expressionless faces, half-squinting eyes, as if they hadn't seen anything.

Shui Han stood silently, his eyes staring at the distant airspace. What Rouyu did to her didn't seem to matter to her, and there was no need to have uncomfortable thoughts.

The armor buzzed a few times, and the revolving door closed. Ling Xuan carried the holy maiden into the airspace, and the three spirit elders condensed their battle shields and protected Ling Xuan in the middle like a great enemy. The blue light exploded, and the four spirits disappeared into the mist.

After Lingxuan left, none of the four Lingwei spoke, and Zhang Peng sat in the grass, closed his eyes, and no longer cared about things outside his body.

Rouyu and Liu Yan sat on the stone pier, looking at each other, eyebrows flickering, not knowing what to talk about.

Shui Han played a small drum in her heart, and the more the three of them were like this, the more nervous she became. Behind this silence, is it wind and rain, is it a conspiracy, or is it ......? I dare not think about it anymore.

The moonlight was hazy, the starlight was blurred, and two huge balls of light were intertwined, and the silver was shining. The wind flies gently and softly, and the wings caress the light mountain forest kindly.

Sitting in the moonlight, starlight, and breezy night. Shui Han was a little anxious, and from time to time he was aware of the distant sky.

The night is quiet. The breeze blew softly, swaying against the tired leaves. Mo Ye floated in the stone pavilion, staring at the sleeping saintess. The black veil trembled slightly on the breath of Youlan, and the long eyelashes were curved like bows, and the thin black lines drew beautiful arcs.

The tips of those two thin eyebrows, with the provocation of the eye, are simply two ice peaks, which makes people feel chills in their hearts. There was a pair of cold eyes hidden there, which could not be fathomed. When it is gentle, it is soft like water, and when it is cold, it is as cold as a blade. Every critical moment, there is always a cold light, mercilessly stabbing a knife, this knife can be imagined, but it is always incomprehensible.

The moonlight shone on the tiny figure. The black yarn leaned on the stone pier, and her black hair was scattered on her chest like a cloud, and the tips of her hair fell on the bare jade peak.

As soon as his breath was tight, Mo Xie was startled, and he didn't care about sorting out the slightly messy light veil, and hid in the star flower on the table.

There was a false alarm, but Bian Le still didn't wake up. Mo Ye stood beside her flutteringly, looking at the sorrow between his eyebrows that could not be erased. It's hard to tell whether it's hate or love for her. There are always two kinds of tangled disc infarctions in the heart.

Why save her? So far, Mo Ye has not found a reasonable reason to convince himself, and his sharp pupils swept across her butterfly-like eyelashes. I had no choice but to shake my head.

Looking at the crystal shaft on the table, the illusory finger fell on the shaft surface, and the clear light lit up. There are a few lines of not-so-vigorous handwriting left on the crystal shaft.

The morning sun poured out, the east turned white, and the deep sky shook off the blue veil. The staggered shadows of the moon vanished their brilliance, and the entire sky gradually turned rosy. Broken, blue-to-purple glow whittled through the reddening clouds, and the sky grew brighter and brighter.

Bian Le moved and gently pressed her aching forehead, she had a dream, this dream was very strange, so strange that she couldn't believe why his shadow was always lingering in her dreams. It made her feel guilty and ashamed.

Accustomed to it, this dream was not once or twice, and many mornings, she woke up in terror with a kind of hesitation. Confused for a moment. Bian Le suddenly woke up, and the panicked Divine Consciousness Four Domains, where is this?

She only remembered that she was attacking the demon beast with a few holy friends, and suddenly a white light shone on her body, and she forgot everything.

Bian Le looked at the unfamiliar stone pavilion, the sparkling medicine fields, the bare ancient trees, and the misty mountains.

This is where the aura is there, Bian Le was stunned by the vast aura, this aura was only found in the Sacred Realm Spirit Stone, and it was even stronger.

The gaze fell on the crystal shaft. Four inconspicuous words came into view, I had seen this word there, it was impossible? Bian Le panicked, and his long eyelashes kept jumping. There really is such a similar word in this world.

A trace of pain hung on his face, and he shook his head gently.

Bian Le walked to the field, stretched out his hand and began to clean up the barren medicine field, pulled up the weeds with soil, and threw them out of the field.

"Oh yes, you stupid, that's doing that." Behind him came laughter and scolding.

Hearing this, Bian Le was so angry that he clenched his silver teeth. In the Holy Domain, although the realm is not high, no one dares to scold her so arrogantly. Li Tong glared, and it was a skill to return his hand.

Whew! A chill rushed in, and in a blink of an eye, it was in front of you. Before the Bianle spell was formed, the entire Holy Body froze in the air.

"No wonder, my master doesn't want you, you are used to a stinky temper." As he spoke, a huge ice shadow appeared in his stiff pupils.

Bian Lebing's face turned blue. This shadow was too familiar, and when she was in the Holy Realm, it was like a thorn that made her heart drip blood. A shadow danced slowly in my mind, and this shadow slowly enlarged, gradually growing so large that only one eye remained.

Xue Nu stared at Bianle's big ice eyes, and his eyes went to Bian Le's face. "Let me see if your heart is red or black".

The thick ice pointed at Bian Le's chest. "Huh, you, why did you come here?"

Xue Nu stopped and squinted at the stone pavilion. A faint purple light diffused from the pavilion domain, leaking like flowing water in the medicine field.

Three ice fingers stretched into the big mouth, Xue Nu's eyes widened, and he bit the ice fingers fiercely, and suddenly came to his senses.

The cold air was put away, Bian Le's stiff neck moved, and the clicking sound moved. "Snow Slave".

"Hmph"! A cold breath erupted from the forbidden slave's nose, and a layer of frost flowers hung on his face.

"This is your land, that's mine, remember it." Xue Nu pointed at the bald forest and shouted, not giving Bian Le the slightest chance to speak.

Bian Le looked at the figure of the forbidden slave, and poured a five-flavor bottle in his heart. Seeing the forbidden slave is equivalent to seeing Mo Ye. She had a premonition that Mo Xie was in the forest, but she hated her to the core, and she didn't want to see her.

The face under the black veil was blue and red, in fact, Bian Le was even more afraid of seeing Mo Xie, and he didn't have the face to see him. Seeing that the forbidden slave entered the bald forest angrily, he crept to the stone pavilion and reached out to take the purple flowers on the stone table. After a few efforts, the flowers lying flat on the table weighed as much as 10,000 catties, and they were fixed on the table.

Bian Le looked at the little purple flower in astonishment, there was nothing special, how could he not hold it, and wanted to withdraw his hand, but the brain letter buzzed, and the pain of the domain was torn.

"Ahh

At this moment, Bian Le slowly sat on the edge of the table in pain, his elbows against the tabletop, and his hands supporting his torn head. A cold sweat dripped down his fingers.

Bian Le had never been so afraid, a pair of cold eyes were staring at her, so frightened that her limbs were shining, and her hands and feet were cold.

Between the branches of the forest, Xue Nu clenched his fists and stared at every move in the stone pavilion. The pair of ice crystal pupils didn't have the slightest emotion, and stared straight at them.

"Master, where are you hiding"?

In the faint moonlight, Shui Han stared at the sky. Finally, at the end of the month, Rouyu returned Huazun to her. At noon, there should be spirits coming. There are still a few hours left, and the water cold is a little unhurried.

Xingchenhua never came back, this month, Shui Han was waiting day and night, and he didn't have the heart to cultivate at all. In the last few hours, I sat on pins and needles, sometimes standing up and wandering, sometimes nervously rubbing my fingers.

Rouyu and Liu Yan hid in the forest again, leaving only Zhang Peng, an inhumane stone carving.

A pale green dawn overflowed the mountain peaks like a spring, and the half-sleeping forest, gushing out of the white morning mist, kept rolling towards the Hongqiao at the foot of the mountain.

Shui Han stood between the green and white dawn and the faint morning mist, looking at the surging fog in the distance. Looking through the autumn water's eyes, he was so anxious that he flashed with fire.

Zhang Peng moved, and opened his sleepy eyes. Look at the anxious water cold. "Friends of the water spirit, it is very dangerous to leave the slave hall."

Shui Han was stunned and looked back at Zhang Peng, who was staring at him. When did this guy wake up, this is alarmist!

"Zhang Lingyou, please make it clear."

Zhang Peng shook his head, as if he didn't want to say it explicitly. After being silent for a while, he still said: "It's not a good sign that the Flower Soul Arrow has not returned."

Shui Han also had the same worries, but she didn't expect that Zhang Peng would remind her.

These days, Shui Han is becoming more and more incomprehensible about the behavior of the three Lingwei of Rouyu, and there always seems to be something strange about it. However, Shui Han couldn't find anything wrong, and didn't dare to enter the forest of desire again. Because she found that Zhang Peng was not cultivating a lot of the time, and she didn't know what he was peeking at.

"Thank you, I'll take care of it." Shui Han thanked Zhang Peng and was somewhat grateful to him, at least her matter, the three Lingwei did not report to Lingxuan.

A flash of light swept across the pale sky.

Zhang Peng closed his eyes and stopped talking. Spiritual consciousness reverberates in the realm of consciousness. Shui Han was very grateful in his heart, at least this piece of wood still has a human touch.

thanked him in return, and the water cold fled away. I didn't go to the office hall, and went straight to the medicine field.

Lush green hills, solemn and quiet, steep cliffs cut off the secluded valley. When the water cold escaped through the valley stream, the spirit body stumbled and fell straight into the valley.

Tom! fell into the ditch between the valleys, splashing a thick black spray.

Shui Han struggled several times in panic, and found that the river was not deep, only up to his knees. Ahh As soon as his legs went limp, he knelt in the water.

Shui Han touched the muddy water on his face, and saw through his fingers that there was a masked spirit standing by the river. His heart tightened, and he covered his mouth and looked at the figure.