The breeze caresses, the lotus leaves shake gently, and the water droplets shake.

Wei Ping turned around again, the Thunder Sword flew out of the acupoint in his palm, and the Blade flew towards the island in the lake, flying slower and a little hesitant.

Leng Yiren raised his eyebrows, flew up to follow, looked at the still Hercules tree, and mocked: "Fool, with your cultivation, going is equivalent to death!"

Wei Ping turned his head and smiled at her stupidly, he was still grateful for her following him, and said: "I'm not stupid, hard can't work, then come to the soft one, Young Master Ben is ready to talk to it about life and ideals!"

"Are you sick?!" Leng Yi's figure flashed, and her hand was pressed towards Wei Ping's forehead, she really suspected that Wei Ping had a fever, and she burned her head stupidly.

"You're sick!" Wei Ping slapped her hand open, rolling her eyes and not having a good airway.

Monroe stood by the lake, looking at the figure of a person and a ghost, her eyebrows furrowed like waves, she was about to follow, but she was preempted by Leng Yiren.

Outside the island in the lake, Wei Ping immediately stopped his body, his mind radiated to the Hercules Tree, and with good intentions, he transmitted: "Hello, the tall and mighty Hercules Tree, I am Wei Ping, I have a river book, and the space in it is vast, I can take you out of the Netherworld and the Ghost Realm, to the Human Realm, and then one day I will ascend and I can take you back to the God Realm!"

The Hercules tree was indifferent, only when the breeze blew through, the leaves were fluttering.

Don't bird me?

Still haven't heard?

Wei Pingjian's eyebrows furrowed, guessing that the first possibility is more likely, don't bird me, annoy you, and continue to pass on his thoughts:

"Hercules, this is your fault! If you want to, you have to say it, if you don't say it, how do I know if you want to? Although silence is tantamount to acquiescence, if you want to, it is better to say it. ”

"Are you willing? Are you really willing? Are you really, really willing?"

"Or do you not want to? If you don't want to, you have to say it, if you don't say how do I know you don't want to? Are you really unwilling? It's rare that you really don't want to?"

“......”

"Long-winded!" Leng Yiren Qiubo frowned, although she had retreated from the two realms of cultivation, her mind was still strong, and it was easy to connect with Wei Ping's thoughts, but she was so impetuous when she heard it, she really wanted to slap him away.

Wei Ping glanced at her, didn't bother to pay attention to it, and continued his Dafa of Gonggong, he wanted to learn from Bao Longxing in the Jiupin Sesame Official, saying that the fish flew, that the words were crooked and straightened, and that the dead came back to life!

Leng Yiren frowned when he heard this, cut off his thoughts, and flew back to the lake.

Half an hour later, Wei Ping's mouth was dry, he stopped talking about Gong Dafa, took out a crystal pear from the Naxu Ring and gnawed it, and then continued to talk about Gong Dafa.

An hour later, the Hercules Tree was still indifferent and unresponsive, only the wind blew the leaves and swished, as if it had died!

It's getting dark.

The big blood moon revolves around the small blood moon, and the moonlight spreads out, covering the cloudy and misty barrier with a thin bloody coat, constantly changing its shape as the wind and clouds change.

Wei Ping looked up at the sky and sighed silently, it seems that his skills are not enough, he will continue to fight tomorrow, and rest today.

After thinking about it and resting, he aimed his gaze at the temple group, and flew away with the idea of not letting himself return empty-handed.

Monroe opened her eyes from her cultivation, stood up with a smile on her face, and followed closely. The remnants of the inky sea water in his body were finally cleared, and he was happy, for he who had a habit of cleanliness, the sea water was really disgusting, like swallowing a dead mouse alive.

Fu Zhong, who had been standing by the lake, turned his eyes and flew towards one of the temples. Seeing the death of the old man surnamed Yu, who always pressed him, he was completely hopeless, and only hoped to gain something in the temple group.

How can you say that it is called Luoli Palace, since it is called the palace, it should not be too poor?

Leng Yiren also flew away with interest.

As soon as Leng Yiren left, Luo Hu immediately opened his eyes, the injuries on his waist and abdomen had already healed, and he had been pretending to cultivate hard, stretching his hands and feet, and wandering away into black smoke.

Only the seriously injured Two-Seven Realm Ghost Sword Cultivator was left by the lake.

The temple is not very tall, no more than ten meters high, compared with the side hall of thirty meters of Zhixing, it looks petite. The temple was so empty that nothing could be said except for the four walls and a roof.

The walls and roof are the temple itself, and without the walls and roof, the temple would cease to exist.

Therefore, the temple was empty.

On the wall are carved murals, the carving is delicate, the emotions of the carved demons and ghosts are very well controlled, a kind of hesitation or joy or shyness or resentment emotions overflow the wall, unconsciously the emotions are infected by it.

Wei Ping browsed the past one by one, indulged in it, and forgot the original intention of finding the baby for a while.

The main characters of the mural are a man and a woman, and the male protagonist is often a back and a side, but there is an obvious sign, a bald head!

The bald monk is either in Pudu sentient beings, or in the demon exorcism, the heroine is one of them, the green snake that has become a fine spirit, there is a kind of unearthly beauty after the illusion is formed, once I picked up a human heart, I couldn't help but be tempted, and secretly took a bite, and the bald monk happened to meet, and I fought and chased for thousands of miles.

After reading the murals of the first hall, Wei Ping walked out quickly, and then walked into the next room, and then looked down, the painting style changed, and the bald monk was touched by the occasional affection of the glamorous snake spirit, and showed mercy to his subordinates everywhere.

In the third hall, the style of painting changes again, the glamorous snake spirit shows its charming side, seducing bald monks everywhere, especially in a deep pool of waterfalls, the picture is somewhat inappropriate for children.

In the fourth hall, the bald monk is also a monk, and the Buddha is sitting in his heart, how can he break the vows? But he can't put a heavy hand on the glamorous snake spirit, so he has to dodge!

In the fifth temple, the bald monk met the great enemy of life, the glamorous snake spirit died to save him, and the soul did not want to dissipate into a ghost, and the bald monk went to the underworld to find her.

......

In the eleventh hall, the bald monk became a Buddha on the ground, the beautiful snake spirit face was desolate, tears were rolling, and he was dedicated to cultivation, and after a thousand years, he flew to the fairy world!

Walking out of the gate of the palace, Wei Ping's eyes were hot, and he was moved by the love and love, affection and ruthlessness of a demon and a person, and couldn't help but think of Hua Mu Hibiscus, thinking of the palace that was blocked between him and Hua Mu Hibiscus, and at the same time, he was deeply encouraged, but he only felt that it was nothing!

He's sure to catch up with Hibiscus!

There was a loud grumbling in the distance.

"I didn't expect that there was no fart in the dignified Luoli Palace, and he was poorer than me!" Luo Hu spewed fire in his eyes and roared at the sky.

"Maybe, maybe, was taken away by Roselle, right?" Fu Zhong was a little dazed for a while.

Wei Ping's eyes were fixed, and he patronized to look at the murals, but he actually forgot to hunt for treasures, damn it!

With a turn of his eyes, there is still a temple on the tail of the winding palace group, the twelfth palace, is the love story not over?