Xuan Chu looked in the direction of Biyuan Immortal Mountain and went to the Yuqing Hall from another way.

Before entering the courtyard, you can see that the begonia tree in the courtyard covers most of the Yuqing Hall like a huge canopy.

The sound of the piano, like a song, seems to be whispering to others, and seems to be recalling the past.

Xuan Chu was lost in the sound of the piano for a moment, and then he realized the purpose of his coming here, made up his mind and respectfully bowed to the begonia tree, and stood outside the temple gate to report the fire on Biyuan Immortal Mountain to Mo Chen, who returned yesterday.

The sound of the piano in the temple gate was half a beat wrong on a certain rhythm, and then it was corrected without a trace.

It wasn't until the end of the song that the sound of ink dust came from inside.

"You want me to save her?"

Xuan Chu lowered his eyes: "Don't dare, Xiaoxian just wants to ask for a way to save people." "After all, it was your old man who wanted to save people back at the beginning, and now he doesn't care.

Complicated emotions flashed in Mo Chen's sharp eyes.

"Every man has his own life, let her be created. ”

What is the creation of Jiuluo?

She lay in the depths of the light, with the whirring wind in her ears.

It was clear that the swamp had disappeared just now, but when she took the first step, it was as if a hand was grabbing her foot below and pulling her desperately into the abyss.

She wanted to resist with her spiritual power, but found that all the spiritual power she used was sucked away by those big invisible hands.

At the last glance, she saw Ling Bai's anxious and regretful eyes, as well as the raging spiritual fire that should have been extinguished but rekindled in the sky behind him.

This time she fell into a daze, and her mixed bones fell apart.

After resting for a few breaths, Jiuluo relieved himself, groped and took out the Qiankun bag, and took out the Bodhi Passing Lamp.

The darkness was illuminated, and she stretched out her arms and looked around, and everywhere was pitch black, and even the light of the passing lamp was obliterated in it.

Grandma's, what kind of evil did she fall into, why did she fall into the black whirring place every time. Fortunately, there is this magic lamp given by Shangguan Junqian, otherwise he would not have died if he fell, and he would have been swallowed up by the darkness.

Thinking back to the moment when she fell, I hoped that Ling Bai and Lingge would not step in, it was enough for her to be fooled alone.

She grinned and stood up, raised the lamp and shone around, except for the darkness around her, except for the sound of the wind and the sound of her own breathing, this feeling made her feel a little frightened from her heart.

It was as if there were no living beings in these three realms, and she was the only one alive.

It's a kind of loneliness that can suffocate to death.

She tried to strike forward with the spiritual fire, and the spiritual fire was like a lightning bolt in the night sky, and the light suddenly appeared here, and after the light passed, it was still dead silent.

Jiu Luo shot out dozens of spiritual fires again, like a fist hitting cotton, and there was no reaction at all.

She was driven crazy by this feeling, and no longer worried that some monsters would come to sneak up on her, and shouted desperately: "Which bastard did it?

She shouted several times, but the silence was still deathly.

She carried a lantern, chose a direction and walked forward, and when she was tired of walking, she sat down to rest. I don't know how long she tossed and turned, she was tired and tired, almost driven crazy by the boundless darkness.

Or maybe that's it.

She felt so tired that she half-lay on the ground and closed her eyes.

In a daze, she seemed to see a monkey splashing her with water. Giggling at her.

She sat up in a daze and told herself: I can't give up. The monkey is still waiting for her.

She cheered up and started walking again, and when she was tired of walking, she sat cross-legged on the ground and practiced the Mahayana Prajna Method.

After practicing almost, she began to walk in one direction again.

She knew that if she continued like this, she would be cornered by the darkness.

However, she just didn't want to throw in the towel.