Ling Xuanluo stood on the top of Mingzhu Peak, looking at the glazed dazzling waterfall from afar, remembering the past, and then walked down the Mingzhu Peak and entered the Xuanbing Cave in the Baixiang Valley. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He opened the ice door of the fairy tomb and checked the scene of the theft of the fire bell, but when he was holding the fire bell spirit card in his hand, he thought of a question: "Huiqiu, a female ghost, has the ability to incarnate others. She sneaked through the barrier in the form of black smoke, stole into Jiluo Mountain, and wore the skin of the head of Li Yin, deceived several guards in the name of visiting before, entered the Baixiang Valley, and then drilled into the Xuanbing Cave, this can happen. What is unreasonable is that the ice door of the fairy tomb is not something that ordinary people can open, unless there is a way to open the door, or it is destroyed by brute force. But the door looked intact, and there was no sign of any damage, and if she hadn't gotten the mantra, how could she have broken into it with a big grin? Could it be ......"

Thinking of this, he hit two spirits in a row, and asked himself nervously: "Could it be that there is a traitor in Jiluo Mountain?" ”

He put down the spirit tablet made of ice, turned to the tablet of the four spirits, knelt on the ground, kowtowed respectfully three times, and said with tears: "Zeng Shizu, Lancang Niangniang, as well as the sword immortal and the withered uncle, Xuanluo is back, and as Jiluo Liuxian, he is back......"

After worshipping the four spirits, he stood up and looked around again in detail.

The ice gate has not been damaged, and there is no sign of a fight in the entire ice room. Aside from that door, the only way to get through was the dragon tooth mirror, but it stood undisturbed in a corner of the ice room, covered in seals, and if it wasn't an immortal person, or someone who was given the secret to unlock the seal, it would definitely not be able to enter and exit through the mirror.

"After Mr. Yufeng came to Jiluo Mountain, he took control of the Dragon Tooth Mirror, and Elder Nanfeng never wanted to touch it again. I went to Penglai to participate in the Tongxian Ceremony, and Mr. also borrowed the mirror soul of this mirror and brought it into the ruins through Ling'er. When I'm done using it, he will definitely return the mirror soul again. With the mana of his demon king, moving the mirror soul from inside the mirror is just a piece of cake, but that Huiqiu is a powerful ghost, as long as Mr. doesn't help her, she will never be able to use the mirror to achieve the purpose of stealing pearls, so how did she get in? ”

He frowned, walked slowly to the ice bed, lay down in his kimono, and supported the back of his head with his hands. After this series of battles, even if he was an immortal, he felt a little tired. As soon as he lay down, he was invaded by a faint sleepiness, so he thought, "Maybe I should sleep for a while", and went to sleep with a full stomach.

……

"Hey, hey, withered, don't just run away! Stop and listen to me! I said, what did you do during this time? The whole ghost is like a lost soul, and every time I talk to you, I can't hear you, and I have to say it a second time! ”

This rough and hoarse voice, as soon as I heard it, I knew that it was from the ethereal monk, and the great ancestor was nearby, and he was still greeting the withered Taoist master, Ling Xuanluo's heart was overjoyed, and he immediately fell asleep.

He was about to get up, but he heard the withered and resentful reply: "Oh, I said that you, an old monk, are always so upside down!" Can a ghost still lose his soul? I beg you, just hide and drink your old wine, let me be quiet for a while, and don't bother me at every turn, I have a lot of important things to think about! ”

The ethereal monk was hit by a confrontation, and he was even more unhappy, and he was obviously fierce: "Hey, old thing, you tilted your head and thought about it all night, and you haven't finished thinking about it yet?" I'm going to say this to you ten sentences, you weren't like this before......"

The dispute between the two rang in Ling Xuanluo's ears, and he was sure that as long as he opened his eyes, he would be able to see them, but his body was light and fluttering, as if he had fallen into boundless chaos.

He couldn't figure out what he was in a dream, so he simply opened his eyes, and really saw the ethereal monk and the withered Taoist leader, standing in the bamboo forest at night, with angry faces on their faces.

(To be continued.) )