In the depths of Lanruo Temple, Yi Fan stepped through the ruins, a bottomless crack was horizontal in front of him, four or five meters wide, the wind gusted, and the smoke that could not be dissolved floated up from time to time, and he felt disgusted when he smelled it, and he didn't know what it was emitting.

On the other side of the crack, a towering tree was hidden in the darkness, the moonlight was shining on it, and the thick branches were wilting and drooping, and countless dry roots were exposed to the surface, as if they were about to turn into a giant snake and devour everything.

This is the dryad itself, because it is suppressed, the vitality is pressed into it, the leaves are decayed, and on the outside, except for the hideous, there is no abnormality to be seen.

Who knows, this is the big demon that destroyed the Lanruo Temple that has been inherited for hundreds of years?

Yi Fan stepped on it, skimmed over the crack, landed on the opposite side, and took a few steps forward, he felt a faint coercion, and even the mana in his body could not be condensed, the more he walked forward, the more so, and when he reached a distance of more than ten meters, it had made him very difficult.

I didn't continue to walk in, but looked up, and there were three faintly flickering golden lights in the height of the big tree in the dark, which should be the three relics that the three monks burned themselves with karmic fire at that time.

It is also a key sacred object to suppress the Dryad, once it is destroyed, the Dryad will get out of trouble, scourge the creatures in a radius of hundreds of miles, and become a purgatory on earth.

Such a big demon, even Yan Chixia was a little helpless, if it weren't for the self-sacrifice of the three monks, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"It's a pity, you can't refine it, otherwise you can cultivate yourself, how far can you go?"

He really wanted to refine the dryad body, but he couldn't get close, and the distance was more than ten meters, making it difficult for him to move an inch.

This kind of big demon, cultivation at least has to return the Dan level, and even reach the third level of the Dan return, it is possible that you have to be a great cultivator to surrender, and ordinary characters, no matter how much they come, they will be sent to death.

And he is only three Daoji, and he is two big realms away from Huandan, once the dryad is out of trouble, it is undoubtedly an ant shaking the tree, and the mantis arm is used as a car, looking for a dead end.

It's a pity that Yan Chixia's predecessors are not there, otherwise there must be a way to find the distraction hiding place of the tree demon, so as to destroy it in one fell swoop and never suffer in the future.

Shaking his head, he didn't think about it anymore, and checked around the surroundings, but found no abnormalities, let alone traces of demons, so he turned back and found a broken pavilion, intending to guard here.

Suddenly, the disgusted ghost jumped up, scratched his head, looked into the distance suspiciously, and shouted a few times at Yi Fan below.

"What did you find?"

Yi Fan walked out, jumped up as well, and looked in the direction pointed by the disgusting ghost, which was the outer hall of Lanruo Temple.

It's not good, Ning Caichen is there.

His complexion changed, not because he cared about Ning Caichen's life and death, but because he was disgusted with ghosts, he could feel that something was wrong, which meant that there was a demon, and it might even be Nie Xiaoqian.

So his body moved, and his steps continued, and he rushed to that side.

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In the dilapidated hall of Lanruo Temple, Ning Caichen took the kettle made of bamboo tubes, shook it, there was still some water left in it, and handed it over: "It's late when I come, there is not much water, and Miss will quench her thirst." ”

Nie Xiaoqian took it, and didn't open the bamboo tube, but looked straight at Ning Caichen, only to see him blushing and turning his head, and then he laughed.

"Miss Nie, why are you looking at me like this?"

Ning Caichen touched his face in embarrassment.

"I heard that this Lanruo Temple is haunted and has killed a lot of people, aren't you afraid?" Nie Xiaoqian sat on the hay, her slender jade hand was pestleed, and she tilted her head and asked.

"Miss Nie said with a smile, Lang Lang Qiankun, where are the demons and monsters?" Ning Caichen also sat down and added a few pieces of wood to the fire.

Nie Xiaoqian looked at Ning Caichen with a smile: "Lang Lang Qiankun, do you see that in this world, people's hearts are vicious, people in the world kill each other, and there are even more people cannibalism, where is it too peaceful?"

Ning Caichen was speechless for a while, coughed, and said: "Although there is chaos at this time, I believe that the imperial court will definitely make a difference, and when the time comes, the people will live and work in peace and contentment." ”

said, changed the subject: "Speaking of demons harming people, a Taoist priest came not long ago, and he insisted that I go down the mountain overnight, and also said that this Lanruo Temple is haunted, do you think it's funny?"

"Daoist?"

Nie Xiaoqian's face changed, she stood up suddenly, and was just about to step out, when she suddenly stopped and muttered: "Come so fast, I'm in a hurry to be reincarnated." ”

"Miss Nie, what are you?"

Ning Caichen also stood up, his face full of doubts, not knowing why Nie Xiaoqian reacted so much.

Nie Xiaoqian's eyes turned, she suddenly turned around and smiled, and blew at Ning Caichen, a faint green smoke blew by, only to see Ning Caichen's eyes and collapse to the ground.

"Count your fate, I originally thought that the long night would be long, tease you, and then suck up your yang energy, and dig up your heart and liver, but unfortunately the Taoist priest came, so I could only spare your life for the time being. ”

Nie Xiaoqian kicked Ning Caichen, walked to the side and flipped through the book basket, and took out a stack of calligraphy and paintings, which was not bad, but she didn't bother to appreciate it, she only took out a clean one from it, and then her body trembled, turned into a wisp of green smoke, circled in the air, and threw herself into it, and suddenly a beautiful and moving girl appeared on it.

As soon as the inexplicable wind blew, the picture scroll closed automatically and fell into a pile of picture scrolls, except for the occasional sound of charcoal cracking, the entire Lanruo Temple was dead silent.

Not long after, the door of the palace opened violently, and a figure was quickly thrown into the hall, bringing a gust of wind, blowing the flames wildly, it was Yi Fan who came quickly.

There was only Ning Caichen who fell to the side in the hall, and there was no trace of the demon, but he was sure that the demon girl had been here, and the demonic aura in the air could not deceive his nose.

But strangely, there was no trace of her, as if she disappeared out of thin air, and she escaped with difficulty?

stepped forward and kicked Ning Caichen, seeing that he didn't wake up, he squatted down and came up with a few slaps, and finally woke up in a daze, and when he saw Yi Fan, he actually exclaimed: "You, why are you here again?"

"Why can't you come to the poor road?"

Yi Fan replied angrily.

Ning Caichen touched his face, got up, took a few steps back, looked to the side, and said with a puzzled face: "Why did I fall asleep?"

"Miss Nie?"

Yi Fan's eyes narrowed, and he stepped forward and grabbed his collar: "Say, where is Nie Xiaoqian's demon girl?"

Ning Caichen struggled a few times, but didn't break free, so he had to stalk his head: "What kind of demon girl, what are you talking about? Let go of me, otherwise don't blame me for being rude." ”

"Stubborn, innocent. ”

Yi Fan snorted coldly, put him down, and shouted: "That demon girl has killed many people, and now she is trying to unlock the seal of a big demon. ”

"Nonsense, gossip confuses the public, I think you are the big demon, a complete monster. Ning Caichen snorted, his face full of anger.