Shocked, Shui Ling'er grabbed the edge of the high platform and carefully studied the bell.

I saw that it was the same size and transparent as the one hanging on my silk, and the only difference was that it was carved with a lifelike little dragon. If there were dew drops on his bell and in his phoenix beak, then there should be something in the dragon's mouth, but at this time, it was empty.

He tried to reach out and touch the bell, but as soon as his fingertips touched it, the bell turned from transparent to a piercing red, and then his hand bounced back as if it had been electrocuted, not only did his fingers suddenly feel numb, but his entire palm was so electric that he almost lost sensation. At the same time, the red light in the bell continued to flicker rapidly, as if to warn him, and it was obviously releasing a strong hostility to prevent him from approaching.

"What does this fire bell have to do with my water bell? Do I still have brothers in the world? The bell is enshrined here, is its owner dead?" He stared at the tablet of the fire bell in amazement, and guessed suspiciously, thinking that if he wanted to get an answer, he could only ask Xi Mutong, but when he faced her, could he open his mouth?

After studying the two new spirit positions, Shui Ling'er's mood became even heavier.

He faced the four spirits, knelt down on his knees, bowed three times reverently, and said: "Zeng Shizu, Lancang Niangniang, Sword Immortal Elder and the Decaying Dao Chief, Ling'er has not broken his promise, and now I have come to see you." Do you know how much has happened in the last year? The master is gone, and Ling'er is heartbroken, and she has grown from six to sixteen, and now, I am seventeen years old. Ling'er doesn't regret living for ten years less, as long as he pays his life for the master, what if he gives his life? But no matter what Ling'er does, the master can't come back, because he killed a traitor in the human world, and he was devoured by the heavens, and his soul was scattered, and he couldn't even enter the fairy mound. And, when he was dying, Xi Muxian actually ruthlessly picked his immortal root for the life of Uncle Xingxing, and I witnessed the bloody qiē at that time, I couldn't stand it, I really couldn't stand it......"

The pain that had been buried in his heart for a year was finally freely confided in front of the four spirits, and he fell to the ground and cried loudly, and the terrible cry was rendered by the cold in the Xuanbing Cave, which added a lot of sadness.

Perhaps only in front of these four immortals can he truly release himself and pour out his heart. And the four spirit beads on the spiritual throne seemed to have heard his cry, and a ray of light crossed the smooth bead body.

After crying for a while, Shui Ling'er raised her head and felt that after venting, her heart was much more relaxed. wiped away his tears and bowed a few more times, and then planned to say goodbye to the four spirits.

But when I turned around, a huge object came into view in the corner of the ice room.

This object was covered with several colorful seals on the inside and three layers outside, like undulating water, and I really couldn't tell what it was.

"What is this, when did it come here, and who placed it?" he was curious again, and walked over, reaching out to touch it, and to judge by feeling what it was.

As soon as the hand reached out, it touched the other hand, and the hand flipped over, and was about to catch him, he let out an exclamation of "ah", and took a few steps back.

"Who are you? Six years ago, did you hide in the cicada-scented ice cave to scare me?, what do you want?" he asked, and then reached back, but the hand disappeared again.

Encountering the strange hand again, Shui Ling'er no longer ran wildly out of fear, he retracted his foot, no longer planning to leave, but determined to stay here and investigate the matter clearly. (To be continued.) )