The starry sky was reflected in the water, and the light of a bright yellow full moon in the blue water waves was repeatedly shattered and crumpled.

It was a merman playing in the water, sometimes holding up a moon shadow with her arms, sometimes jumping in the air, compared to her "movement", the white-clothed monk was extremely "quiet".

He was still just a figure, sitting at the water's edge, a halo of light enveloping him, as if heaven and man were one, merging with the night, the water waves, and even the silk grass on the shore.

Whether it is the merman's singing voice that can tempt all things, or the posture of the merman under the moon who is extremely beautiful in Luo Yun's opinion, he can't shake him by half a minute.

At some point, the merman quieted down, as if he was tired of playing, or bored, so he silently dived to the water's edge where the white-clothed monk was sitting, and poked his head out of the water, his hair thick through the night, and his delicate face was like a bright moon, looking up at the figure above.

After a while, she lowered her head again, and fiddled with her fingers the reflection of the white-clad friar's projection in the water—the confusion and reunion of a face seemed to please her, and she let out a clear laugh, and after a long time she lowered her head again, her red lips dotted on the surface of the water.

This memory was the last time she spent traveling.

Then, the white-clothed monk seemed to have finally stopped his journey, and the formations were formed under his hands, and I don't know how many years had passed, he was leaving, and the last thing left for the merman was just one sentence: Guard this thing for me, and when I come back, let you go back to your hometown.

That thing was naturally the Taiji round stone that Luo Yun had just put away.

In the aftermath of the memory, the whitefriar never returned—only the same waters.

And the emotions revealed by the fragments of memory in this scene slowly became desperate and heavy, and in the end they were almost crazy.

The Xisha Secret Realm, judged by the Thirteen Immortal Sect Immortal Chiefs, is one of the secret realms left over from ancient times, even if it is called "Ancient Times", it is afraid that it is thousands or thousands of years old, which is really long enough to make people crazy in length.

The last scene was too shocking and heart-wrenching, and Luo Yun couldn't help but close his eyes.

I don't know how long the shark will live, but it is obviously not short, the long loneliness and waiting tortured this merman to the point of madness, and finally he uncovered the scales of his body and died!

The miserable cry he heard when he first ascended this high platform was the last cry left by the merman at the moment when he ended his life.

Luo Yun opened his eyes, all the mirror images disappeared, there was no trace of it, it was still a quiet water like an ancient well, and the tall, beautiful and plump merman had now become a huge corpse, quietly surrounded by shells in his arms, and the things he had been entrusted to guard had been taken away by him.

For a while, he had mixed feelings, and the road to cultivating immortals was treacherous and dangerous. In ancient times, even with the power of the white-clothed monk, he could be in danger outside, and he never returned here.

Naturally, it will not be possible to fulfill the agreement with the merman.

I am afraid that this was not the intention of the whitefriar.

Luo Yun looked at the corpse quietly, thought about it, and looked up again, but he couldn't see the end, but he already knew what it was.

His divine consciousness suddenly moved, and the sword array he placed at the entrance of the ice fountain was broken—there was still a glimmer of his divine thought in the sword array, and the three-layer array sword was instantly manipulated by that divine thought, and it came through the water waves quickly, and was taken back by him! And his eyes looked into the distance, someone had already entered here, and he was about to speed up.

Luo Yun squatted down, held the shell with both hands, and lifted it up violently, and the moment the shell left the ground, a powerful suction force suddenly came from under his feet!

It was a hole in pitch black that was getting bigger and bigger.

Everything in the water is sucked in, and countless seaweeds, corals, and even sea rocks are crushed and fall in.

Luo Yun grabbed the arm of the corpse at this moment, but even so, even the corpse itself slowly moved towards the black hole!

Seeing that there were sea beasts howling in the distance, groups of people were brought closer by the waves in an instant, but they were also sucked in without struggling at all, needless to say, this change caused by Luo Yun was no less than a catastrophe for them.

Luo Yun felt that the water was getting brighter and brighter, and when he looked up again, it seemed that the sea water had become much shallower, and he could even see the light of the sky!

A chaotic human voice came, Luo Yun looked over from afar, and more than a dozen monks who had just broken through the formation were also swept up in this water, struggling to swim back.

With a thought in his mind, he cast a spell with one hand to freeze the bones of the huge merman in a large ice coffin, but his hand was loosened, allowing himself to be involved in the whirlpool!

In the whirlpool, the water flows like a blade!

Luo Yun hurriedly opened the power of Xingyuan to protect himself, still feeling that the surrounding extremely powerful forces were cutting and cutting!

When his body finally fell to the ground, the wind howled and swept through, blowing away a little bit of the bloody qi around him at once—around Luo Yun, there were all the remains of sea beasts!

Luo Yun still held the shell in his hand.

He stood up, and in front of him was a very graceful merman jade carving, flying in the air, his arm and the curved fish tail formed a ring with only half a foot gap, lifelike, exquisite, and the half-foot gap was just placed in the fish tank of a ball star, and a small hole was opened at the bottom of the fish tank, and the water in it was almost bottoming out.

Luo Yun could even see that there was a small block of ice inside the fish tank, and the corpse in it was like white jade.

If the merman saw this statue in her lifetime, she didn't know whether she should be happy that she was carved to life, or resentful - it turned out that she was no different from this statue in the heart of the white friar - it was just a mechanism he had set up in the secret realm of this ship.

Luo Yun only understood the ruthlessness of the white-clothed monk at this moment!

Before he left, what the merman had to guard was not the Taiji round stone, but the shell.

Luo Yun looked around, the wind was fierce, the wind was surging, the clouds were thick, and the clouds above were dense, as if he could really raise his hand to touch the sky, not far away, a pillar with a silver-white light went straight into the clouds, and there was a faint flash of thunder.

Here, it's the top of the ship...... And this fish tank is the only way to get up - this is the passage that the merman really needs to guard.

If the shell is pried by outsiders, the merman will also be swept into the whirlpool and turned into a pile of meat.

To keep the shell is to save your own life, but the merman seems to be dying and doesn't know that this is the case, otherwise he wouldn't have chosen the extremely painful and cruel way of dying by peeling off his scales!

Luo Yun saw that the last bit of water in the fish tank was empty, so he suddenly took out his hand and pocketed the fish tank, and the person rushed towards the pillar.