Luo Yaozhan watched Su'er and his party disappear into the sky, and the hand holding the sword unconsciously tightened. She clearly felt the crazy tremor of the ground, the dark red sky gradually cracked into pieces, and the heavenly desolate holy fire gushed out of the black cracks, the white fire condensed the earth into ice, and the blazing heat condensed into a soaring whirlpool.

"Pouring ink, it seems that you and I must fight to the death today. ”

Luo Yaozhan lifted the pouring ink above her head and rose above the Flood Sacred Fire. The white firelight reflected her beautiful face, and the coldness on her face condensed the cold in her aqua blue eyes into frost. Her hands shone brightly, and the immortal qi in her whole body formed a cyclone, forcing back the desolate holy fire within ten zhang of her side. Pouring ink into the original form, the guqin of the phoenix wood lingers with a circle of holy halo, and the ancient strings are played, like the sound of the piano coming out of the deep forest, and the world is sad. In a trance, people have traveled through thousands of years.

With the flow of Luo Yaozhan immortal qi, the sound of the ink is more and more sad, if the sound of the nine heavens is Sanskrit, holy and high. The more the sound of the piano flowed, the more the flame of the desolation subsided. Until the flame receded and formed ice, the earth stopped trembling, the fire stopped splashing, and the thunder and lightning stopped wreaking wild. There was only an ice blue left between the sky and the earth, and the cold air condensed, swirling between the heavens and the earth.

At this time, listening to Sendai, the sky has been restored, and the clouds are faint, as if the previous lightning and thunder are just a dream. And that shows that everything is not nothing, only the ugly but arrogant Xu'er who stands on Tingxiantai, and Wu Moyu, who is in a messy red robe and stained with blood in green silk at this moment.

"Sister, you'll be fine. ”

"Xiao Luo'er, the formation is invalid, the exit is closed, why haven't you come out yet!"

Faerie fantasy territory.

Luo Yaozhan held the ink-poured guqin, her face was cautious, and she slowly walked on the ice-blue land step by step. A pair of aqua blue eyes are as bright as shark beads in the deep sea.

"There is no way to go on like this, this place seems to be endless. Luo Yaozhan muttered to herself.

She looked around, and the frozen flames on the ground seemed to be jumping, but now still pointing in a certain direction.

"It's a formation. ”

Luo Yaozhan sat down on the spot, withdrew the poured ink, and looked around silently. Her eyes were lightly closed, her right hand gathered immortal power, condensed on her index finger, and drew a formation on the ground according to the flame point.

With the last stroke, Luo Yao opened her eyes suddenly, hooked her lips and smiled indifferently.

The formation slowly rose, magnifying several times on the dome, shimmering with an ice-blue shimmer. The flames that had been frozen around them danced again, and the cold heat scorched every inch of skin, as if it was about to devour the Luo Yao Zhan.

The formation suddenly emitted a dazzling light, and all the desolate holy flames gathered in the center of the formation. In the firelight, a crisp phoenix chirp broke the sky, as if it came from ancient times, spread to the four seas and eight wildernesses, and shook people's eardrums. The looming shadow of the divine phoenix was reflected in Luo Yao's eyes, evoking the epitome of the real blood that seemed to be true thousands of years ago.

The flames burned out, and the white phoenix spread its wings and roared, symbolizing the king's feathers standing high above his head. The phoenix's eyes are wide, and he kills the rivers and seas proudly.

"White Feather ......"

Luo Yaozhan couldn't help but feel moist under her eyes, and gently called this name that seemed to be somewhat familiar, her eyes full of tenderness.

Bai Ling seemed to hear the call, and cold tears flowed from her phoenix eyes. She turned to look at Luo Yaozhan with a phoenix head, flapped her wings lightly, and flew in front of Luo Yaozhan:

"Falling ......"

One person and one phoenix, tears converged, condensed into a brilliant pearl, and then divided into two halves, submerged into the heart of the Yao Zhan and the white feathered eyebrows.

"Take my tears as an oath, my soul as the spirit, this life and this life, life and death are compatible. Vow it!"

Luo Yaozhan and Bai Ling made an oath at the same time, forming a soul contract, and life and death depend on each other. A lotus flower appeared in the center of Luo Yaozhan's eyebrows, and after the brilliance, it shrank into a red sand.

"Let's go, Xiaobai, let's go home. ”

Luo Yaozhan sat on Bai Ling's back and rushed into the icy blue sky.

"Sister! It's my sister back!"

Su'er looked up at Bai Ling who suddenly appeared, looked at the white-shirted woman on her back, and a beautiful smile bloomed on her ugly face.

Wu Moyu's eyes lit up when he heard this, he looked in the direction that Su'er was pointing, and smiled at Luo Yaozhan.

"Xiao Luo'er, I knew you would be fine. ”

Luo Yaozhan jumped off Bai Ling's back, chuckled and patted Xu'er's shoulder, and then looked back at Wu Moyu, who was covered in blood, and said:

"Thank you. ”

Wu Moyu smiled evilly, with a little doting in his smile:

"You and I have no thanks. ”

Bai Ling turned into a ray of brilliance and flew into the center of Luo Yaozhan's eyebrows.

"Xiao Luo'er, the Lingxiao Lotus has been stolen. Wu Moyu restrained his smile, and his face was a little more solemn.

"Sure enough......" Luo Yaozhan sighed silently, "Moyu, you take Su'er to Lingshuang Tower to recuperate." ”

"Good ......" Wu Moyu felt bitter in his heart.

Xiaoluo'er, you are like a bright autumn moon, high above, how should I step on the clouds and take you into my arms......

Inside the Qiyue Temple.

"Mother. The fairy fantasy realm has collapsed, and the fairy spirit conference can only end. ”

"Alas...... If it collapses, it collapses. It's just the Lotus of Lingxiao, which must not fall into the hands of outsiders. ”

"Please allow Yaozhan to leave the Purple Mansion and retrieve the Lotus of Lingxiao. Luo Yaozhan knelt down in front of Luo Yingfeng, facing the center of the main hall, the statue of the Immortal Emperor was holy and elegant, compassionate for all beings, and the blood spirit in his hand was slightly bright.

Luo Yingfeng closed her eyes and sighed faintly. It took a long time before I opened my eyes:

"That's it, you go. Luo Yingfeng gently lifted Yao Zhan, "You must return safely." ”

"Yao Zhan will definitely be recovered. Luo Yaozhan got up and said goodbye.

"What should come will always come, it's all fate......"

Luo Yingfeng looked at the statue of the Immortal Emperor and sighed.