The wind was howling, and it disturbed their hearts even more.

Huai Yuan's hand holding the dark gold glazed scroll tightened, looking at its upper half intact, half damaged, and stained with crushed crimson blood stains.

His expression turned cold, and he said lightly: "None of those spirits survived?"

Wan Lijun was stunned for a moment, looked at the dilapidated building, and then lowered his head and fell into deep thought.

After a long time, he raised his head, stroked his chest that was rising and falling with anger, and said word by word: "I have searched the entire Huayuan Building, and even the bottles and cans are empty, not to mention those spirits full of treasures..."

In this way, how cruel are the methods of those who break in, the blood-stained floor, the filthy white walls... Everywhere there is a scarf.

After hearing these words, Huai Yuan was speechless, his jaw tightened, he held back his anger, and clenched the hand of the scroll, and at this moment, green muscles appeared.

Then, he quickly raised his other hand, the palm of his hand gathered true qi, and slowly emitted dazzling white light, and a blue light lotus flower suddenly appeared in mid-air, rotating in the opposite direction, looking at the posture, as if it was about to slowly cover the scroll with blood.

After Wan Lijun saw it, his hands quickly stretched out, held down Huai Yuan's hand, looked straight at him with his eyes, and asked in disbelief: "Don't you want to make the recovery trick? But if you want to go against the sky?"

"If you don't look, how will you and I know?" Huai Yuan frowned, his eyes were dull, and he made up his mind.

It is true that things have cause and effect, overnight, and they cannot be found against the trend, and everything has a definite number in the dark, which is the heavenly opportunity, and the so-called "recovery secret" is one of the ancient secret techniques, you can look back at the cause and effect, and be the role of the "eye of the sky", but the viewer has to look at it and cannot make any changes.

This secret technique is a technique broken through by the gods of the heavens and the heavens in ancient times, and few people know about it now, and if it violates the number of heavenly orders, the consequences are even more unknown.

In fact, Huai Yuan and Wan Lijun know this, but from ancient times to the present, no one has really experienced the so-called "consequences".

“...”

Since Huai Yuan said so, Wan Lijun could only slowly lower his hand and no longer stop him, but he was silent, watching his every move, his eyes were full of worry.

"It doesn't matter, someone has to try this technique, doesn't it? besides, he saved me by changing his life against the sky, and now I want to return the favor and let him be open. ”

This kind of thing is said easily, as if it is just an ordinary and simple thing that has happened as rising in the east and falling in the west, and a leaf knows autumn.

He spoke in a leisurely tone and said to Wan Lijun: "Close your eyes, your mind is out of your body." ”

Don't think about it.

Huai Yuan immediately closed his eyes, and the spell in his hand began to continue again.

He only stretched out his index finger and middle finger, with white light, and slowly swept over the dark gold glazed scroll, and in an instant the scroll was clear and transparent, and the blood stains were cleared away, and the blue light turned into petals scattered and fell, and the silk converged, as if tearing a hole in mid-air.

In the end, the opening loomed in the image, as if it was reproducing everything that had happened in the Huayuan Tower, until it merged with the white light that Huai Yuan emanated.

At this moment, the image touched by their divine consciousness was clearly visible.

In the Huayuan Building, as calm as usual, the fog is rising, and it is still a forbidden place that no one can enter.

"Xiaohong, have you refined the pearl today?" A man with blue black hair and sharp sideburns held a wooden mallet as thick as a baby's wrist in his hand, and his words were completely sharp, and there was a feeling of words in his words.

"Laojun, I really didn't be lazy today, you ask Xiangxiang. The red peony flower spirit in the corner of the wall swayed its body and shouted loudly.

It looks like a magnificent man, but his face is becoming clear little by little, and what catches his eye is the wrinkles on his face, and the white beard is incompatible with the black hair and silhouette.

The person who looks like this and is still called "Lao Jun" is the lord of this Huayuan Building, Ning Wuyuan.

Ning Wuyuan shook his head indifferently, as if he hadn't heard what the spirit he had cultivated with his own hands said, he picked the barb of the wooden mallet in his hand, and said casually: "Xiaohong, what else is there besides pearls, haven't you forgotten? “

"I know, I know, today we are going to refine the Golden Heart Hualien together, but what is this for?"

"You don't care, it's naturally useful for you to raise you, but don't worry, you little elves have been with me for so long, how can you be willing to use knives on you?"

Ning Wuyuan smiled slyly, and the wrinkles were inexplicably wrinkled, but how could that be a little weird...

Xiaohong smiled with a smile, their family's husband was very weird, and he always caught them off guard... Thinking about it, she rubbed her delicate petals, and couldn't help but feel a chill.

Soon, Ning Wuyuan put the wooden mallet on his shoulder, walked leisurely to the small courtyard, sat down and crossed Erlang's legs, and shouted in a thick voice.

"It's three poles in the sun, let's get started!

In the blink of an eye, a large golden pot appeared out of thin air in the small courtyard, and its eight directions were placed with a silver statue of a toad with gold beads in its mouth, surrounded by a group, connected into a red silk thread that seemed to be absent, and the red ribbon of the flower edge building reflected each other, so that it was coordinated.

I don't know what to do?

But the summons was really useful.

"Boom—" There was a sound from the doorway.

I saw that the threshold of Huayuan Building was broken.

There are a lot of lively spirits pouring out of the brain, there are flowers and grass, and there are flying insects, birds and beasts, all of which are chattering non-stop.

"Laojun, what are we going to do?"

"Lao Jun, when did your boiler become so exquisite. ”

"Yes, yes, these toads look so funny, can you eat these beads. ”

Listening to such a noisy sound, Ning Wuyuan's face was full of helplessness, sighed, and said leisurely: "Could it be that I spoil them too much on weekdays... It's so presumptuous. ”

"Ahem-today, if you don't succeed, you will become benevolent, you all cry for Benjun! A little monster has a real tear!"

Ning Wuyuan inserted his waist at this time, and suddenly raised his voice, suppressing the restless atmosphere.

"What tears, what are tears?" everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

"Lao Jun, you explain it. How do we cry?" Xiaohong smiled shyly, and asked tentatively, this old gentleman has a deep gourd, and he will never know what medicine he sells.

Ning Wuyuan sighed helplessly, held back his anger, and said with a smile: "Didn't you explain it a few days ago, and sure enough, none of them listened well! ”

He cleared his throat again, serious.

"The so-called tears, I will talk about it in layman's terms, that is, when you are sad and painful, you can't help but shed tears, whether it is a mortal or an immortal, even you stinky spirits can't escape! ”

The more he talked about the back, the more impatient he became, grabbed his hair and sat down with his head propped up, looking at the huge Huayuan Building.

After hearing this, the spirit at this time hugged and studied it.

Ning Wuyuan tinkered with the pillar of incense, and suddenly the afterglow flashed, and a green shadow flashed.

He immediately got up and looked over, alert.

Who?

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