When I woke up again, I don't know when and where, Jiumu Yunxiang found herself lying on top of a piece of cattails, and through the palm-sized window on the wall, she could vaguely see that this place was like a dungeon, dark and damp all around, and there were bursts of foul smell from time to time, which made people want to vomit.

Bursts of pain came from her back and arms as she shrugged and scrambled to her feet.

She walked to the fence gate, shook it a few times, and saw that it was locked with heavy chains, and it was indestructible.

Lost, she slid down the fence and fell to the ground.

Could this be the Netherworld? Eighteen Layers of Hell?

Before he could think about it, he suddenly heard a sound of footsteps getting closer and closer, and the "stepping" echoed in the gloomy air.

From time to time, the chains on the fence gate were opened, and then two ghostly imps, dressed in black and white robes, opened the door and roared roughly: "Get up!"

Jiumu Yunxiang was not allowed to ask where to go, and the two "ghost things" had already been one on each side, setting themselves up and supporting them outside.

"Let go of me! This girl has hands and feet, and will walk on her own. Jiumu broke free from the shackles of the two ghosts, supported his embarrassed body, and walked in front of the two ghosts.

The four are as dark as a yellow spring road, and there is no bright light in the distance, and a bridge is crossed, and a gust of wind blows on the bridge, blowing into the skin is cold and piercing.

It's just that why didn't these 'black and white gratuitous' ghosts let themselves drink the 'Mengpo Soup'?

Isn't it, forgot?

"Hurry up!" the two ghosts kept urging.

After walking two miles, I saw an exit, a warm speed of light slowly shot over, Jiumu Yunxiang paused, could this be the reincarnation of the underworld?

The heavenly realm has the reincarnation of the heavenly realm, and the underworld is also the dwelling place of the underworld.

Unexpectedly, a little half-immortal who has cultivated to the halfway level, and can be regarded as a half-immortal, is going to be forcibly entrusted to reincarnate in the underworld today.

Jiumu couldn't laugh or cry.

"Let's go, let you wait in a hurry, I want your life. ”

"Want my life?" Jiu Mu's eyes lit up, looking at the two little ghosts, "I'm not dead yet?"

Clinker, the two little ghosts laughed: "There are still people who are so stupid that they don't know if they are dead or not." ”

Jiumu Yileng also laughed, but he wanted to cry without tears.

What is the difference between the way you look now and not dead?

"What is the king, who is the king? Who are you?" If the two of them don't say that they are still alive, Jiumu still thinks that the two of them are black and white free of charge, and now this is not the underworld, then the two of them are naturally not black and white free of charge.

"Don't ask too much, you'll know when you go. "Those two little ghosts looked fierce, and they couldn't allow anyone to ask any more questions.

Jiu Mu let these two little ghosts take him, and walked out of this dark place, only to know that the beam of light that had just shone in was the moonlight in the sky.

The bright moon rises into the sky, and the night is not sunset.

The two little ghosts took Jiumu to a place with a sentence called "Luo Xing Palace", and then retreated, and then, a black-clothed female envoy came out of the hall and said, "Girl, please come in." ”

Jiu Mu held up his aching body, wanting to ask what it was, but the black-clothed female envoy glanced at herself with a solemn face, and didn't want to say more, so she turned around and opened the door of the temple, wanting to welcome herself in.

Jiumu Yunxiang walked into the Luo Xing Palace, and saw that the inside was spacious and bright, like day, and the decoration in the hall was magnificent, and the pearl treasure cui glazed jade curtain was shining.

Before he could understand it, he heard the black-clothed envoy say again:

"The girl comes with me. ”

The black-clothed envoy took Jiumu to the inner sanctum, which was also very spacious and bright.

Behind the bead curtain, a curling white smoke wafted with a fragrance of flowers, fragrant and comfortable.

"Go girl, it's for her. With that, the black-clothed envoy retreated.

Although Kugi was full of doubts, but also a little curious, she opened the beaded curtain and walked in, but inside was a large bath.

The bath is covered with a layer of pink petals, and smoke rises and steames up.

I don't know who bothered so much.

I don't know if this person is good or bad.

However, at this time, he just needed this pool of warmth to soothe his injured body, and Jiu Mu couldn't care so much, so he walked down a staircase next to the bath and slowly entered.

......

......

And at the same time.

Zixia Mountain is already in chaos.

It has been two days since the gate of the Immortal Mansion was burned down by the corpse beast.

On that day, Bing Ruohan was placing several peaks on the north side of Zixia Mountain, searching for corpse beasts here, and suddenly saw thick smoke billowing in the direction of Zixia Immortal Mansion, and when he saw that the situation was not good, he quickly returned the same way.

Walking to the Zixia Immortal Mansion, Fang saw Wushuang and several other disciples rushing ahead of him and arrived here.

The gate of Zixia Immortal Mansion has been burned down, and dozens of corpses are lying on it, all of them are charred, and they don't know the whole picture.

Wushuang trembled and flipped the corpse over, although it was all charred corpses, it was unrecognizable, but he still didn't want to see the familiar figure here, he was terrified.

Bing Ruohan's eyes flashed, thousands of calculations, he couldn't even calculate that this corpse beast would transfer the tiger away from the mountain, in the past, the beast did not dare to approach the top of the mountain by half a step, let alone set fire to the gate of the Immortal Mansion.

What makes them so daring?

Looking at the remnants of this fight, I am afraid that it was not just a corpse beast that did it, but a group of them.

Xiao Jiu——

Bing Ruohan compiled the palm of his hand, and seeing that Wushuang did not find any traces of Jiumu Yunxiang from this pile of scorched corpses, he let go of his tightly knit hand.

Luckily not among them, at least, she's still alive—

At this time, Bai Long, the patriarch of Jiumu Buji Mountain, who heard about this, hurried here, and as soon as he landed on his feet, he saw this bloody scene, and his beard turned up in fright.

It's not that he's afraid of this blood, he hasn't seen any scenes, back then, the battle in Chang Valley, the blood flowed like a river, the corpses were full of mountains, and he didn't wrinkle his forehead, but now, his beloved niece is gone-

Do you say he's afraid—

Bai Long walked in front of Bing Ruohan in a few steps, glared at him and asked, "Ruohan Gongzi, where is Jiu'er?"

However, the matter of this corpse beast burning the Zixia Immortal Mansion spread very quickly, and even the Jiulin Bu Mountain knew about the kung fu of this meeting, maybe his eldest niece practiced here, and paid special attention to it.

Bing Ruohan looked at Bai Long, his face sank, and said, "I don't know where I am." ”

Bai Long's face turned pale, and he was scared a lot, he was just such a big niece.

Saying that she is her niece, in fact, she is no different from her own daughter, her parents were tortured by the curse of life and death when she was young, and she was entrusted to be raised by herself.

Unexpectedly, today it is a bad disaster.

"Ruohan Gongzi, Jiu'er is your disciple, you can't ignore this matter, you must get her back. The seven-foot man of the white dragon was so anxious that he almost cried, but in front of so many disciples, as the head of the clan, this move was too chilling, so he endured it again and again.

Bing Ruohan heard the White Dragon's plea, so he said, "Patriarch of the White Dragon, please rest assured, I will pour all I have from Zixia Mountain and bring Xiao Jiu back." ”

Even if the white dragon didn't say so, Bing Ruohan would use all his strength to find Xiao Jiu back.

At this moment, the worry in his heart was no less than that of the white dragon.

Of course, there is another person, and that is the same way, and that is - Wushuang.