The dementor cave, the cold stone corridor stretches ruggedly, and the red lights are uncertain.

There was a long shadow behind Pan Hong, his face dark, and he stood with his hands in his hands, his back to a young man in his twenties.

Panhong's sickle-like thick eyebrows jumped, and he asked, "I've been gone for so long, and I haven't found the reincarnation bead, and I only brought back such a half-dead kid?"

The young man behind Panhong, named Qin Changhui, is the leading apprentice of the Green Rat Zhenren, not only has a deep attainment in cultivation, but also looks talented, and among the disciples of the snake and rat nest in the dementor cave, he gives people a sense of being outstanding.

Qin Changhui was instructed by the master to bring the dying young man back to the soul cave, fortunately, Qin Changhui was vigorous and skillful, and he hid from Lei Lijun at the last moment, thinking of this, Qin Changhui was not afraid, but was proud of his speed of the wind.

Panhong didn't appreciate it, he didn't even glance at the young man brought back by Qin Changhui, snorted abruptly, and was about to walk away.

Qin Changhui said calmly: "Holy King, my master said that you would be interested in this young man. ”

Panhong's figure stagnated, turned his face, and stared at the young man intently, the young man's face was longer, looking a little cold, and a pair of heavy eyes looked back at Panhong without timidity, and his expression was very calm.

Panhong laughed and said: "In the next life, those who do not restrain their edges often die the fastest!"

Qin Changhui lowered his head, his voice was still neither humble nor arrogant, "What the Holy King has taught is this!"

Panhong glanced at Qin Changhui with a little meaning, and turned his gaze to the young man that Qin Changhui had brought back.

The boy was curled up on the ground, his jaw almost buried in his heaving chest, so that his face could not be seen clearly. The young man's robe was tattered, stained with blood and mud, and he appeared to be badly injured.

Panhong was a little puzzled, and raised his eyebrows, "Your master asked you to bring him back to heal him?"

Qin Changhui didn't answer, but silently bent down and turned the unconscious young man on the ground over, and the young man's face was suddenly exposed to the ghostly light.

Panhong took a step back, "It's him!"

Qin Changhui stood aside expressionlessly, his eyes were unfathomable, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking.

Panhong struggled to stabilize the strangeness in his voice and asked, "You found him in the Shattered Ice Field?"

Qin Changhui nodded: "Yes, there is Hangchuan Lei Lijun by his side, and there are two men and women of the same age. ”

Panhong took a breath and muttered, "It's him, it's him!" Instead, Panhong stared at Qin Changhui vigilantly, and said indifferently: "You can go down!"

Qin Changhui bowed his head and said, "Yes!" and then strode out.

Panhong thought thoughtfully, and slowly paced around the young man on the ground, with a look of disbelief. Panhong sighed: "He can't be alive, he was clearly hit by my Flame Demon Sleeve!"

Lian Duel lay flat on the ground, motionless, and fell into a deep fainting. He would not have thought that at this time, a powerful demon giant was close at hand, looking at himself suspiciously.

But at this time, the flames were divided into two strands—a warm current that came from behind, invaded the back of the duel with a brutal force, and merged into the burning five, turning into a silent, new and warm vitality!

In this exuberant vitality, there is a trace of coolness, and the continuous decision is like wandering in a dream, soaring in the universe, unprecedented relaxation and comfort, as if the Xuanbing true qi is unimpeded, as if returning to the day of the ancestor worship ceremony......

Pan Hong leaned down and stared at the unconscious Lian Duel, and Pan Hong found that Lian Duel's face was floating with a glimmer of light that was bright and extinguished, sometimes red, sometimes ice blue, and sometimes dull golden brown.

Although Panhong was suspicious, he would not have thought that the inconspicuous young man in front of him would have one more thing in his spine that he had dreamed of—the Reincarnation Pearl!

On the shattered ice field, the reincarnation was devoured by the blood demon and bit the back, touching the powerful treacherous fire, and when the life was hanging by a thread, the soul silver horse swayed upward, took the reincarnation bead directly in the blazing golden light, and desperately fought to integrate the reincarnation bead into the back of the reincarnation bead!

As soon as the reincarnation bead was integrated, it showed the miraculous effect of civilization and circulation, suppressing the treacherous flame in the back spine, which saved the life of Lianduan!

Panhong probed Lian Duan's snort, although it was weak, but it tended to be stable, and it could be seen that although the young man was seriously injured, he was by no means a dying person.

At the altar of the living, Panhong had a face-to-face with this young man, but he didn't take him seriously at that time, so when he thought about it at this time, he couldn't remember a few pictures of this young man.

Panhong clenched his fist with one hand, tapped lightly on the palm of the other hand, and paced slowly, because he was thinking, there was no expression on his face. He remembered that at the altar of the living that day, he used the Flame Demon Sleeve on a young girl, and at the critical moment, this kid rushed up out of nowhere and blocked the girl......

Panhong expected that this kid would definitely die, so he didn't take it to heart, but he didn't expect that he escaped from under his flame demon sleeve!

Thinking that Pan Guiruo was also at the altar of the living that day, she was about the same age as this young man, maybe she would remember something. Panhong walked a few steps briskly and whispered to the standing disciples, "Go and invite the princess!"

The disciple obeyed the order and walked towards the stone room where Pan Guiruo lived, the corridor was silent, and the skull wall lamps on both sides burst out of the flames that were clearly extinguished.

This disciple looked at the person in front of him, and couldn't help but blush, and his voice trembled slightly: "Miss Su Susu ......"

Seeing that this disciple was messed up, Su Er couldn't help but smile, her delicate face became more and more charming, and she said softly: "Everyone else calls me Miss Su'er, but you call me Su Su, isn't it interesting to me?"

Being teased by such a charming woman, the disciple's face couldn't hold it anymore, and he glanced at Su'er with a sense of surprise, becoming more and more difficult to control.

I saw Su Er's soft and boneless waist leaning against the stone wall, and her plump and full buttocks were slightly squeezed by the stone wall, resulting in a suffocating and bewitching silhouette. The guard hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to look at Su'er again.

Su Er smiled, stood up straight, and said, "Where are you going in a panic?"

The disciple muttered, "The saint, the holy king, will be called Princess Guiruo." ”

"Oh, do you know why?" asked Su'er softly.

"It seems, it seems that Brother Qin brought a young man back from Hangchuan, and he is only fifteen or sixteen years old......" Disciple 1510 said.