After a long time, Xiao Chen looked at Su Ye, saw that his face was pale, and said, "Su Ye, you go back to the piano." ”

The night is the soul of Fu Xiqin, now Yaoqin has been lost, its soul power can not be supported for a long time, and he is now the only one left as his best friend back then, Xiao Chen sighed, but he is tired every time he consumes soul power.

"Boy, this place is full of weirdness, it's better to get out as soon as possible. ”

Zhiluan walked over, held his head high and said, "It's weird everywhere? Ben Daxian thinks that the mountains and rivers here are beautiful, and Ben Daxian will have to live for another three or five years before leaving." ”

Ignoring it all night, he flicked his sleeves and disappeared from the spot, Zhiluan looked back and said strangely: "How can you say that it's gone?" boy, who was that stinky fart guy just now?"

Xiao Chen gave him a blank look: "If it weren't for that stinky guy just now, your life would be gone!"

Zhiluan jumped back in fright: "So powerful! I thought you flew me here! What kind of soul did he say?"

Xiao Chen shook his head, didn't bother to pay attention to him anymore, and looked in the direction of the valley again, the man in the ice just now, for some reason, kept giving him a strange feeling, this feeling, indescribable, but very kind.

Of course, the puppet in the sarcophagus didn't give him a kind feeling.

An hour later, a man and a cat found a valley of flowers, which looked much brighter than the gloomy valley, there was a clear spring passing by on the mountain, and it gathered into a pool below, the water of the pool was clear, and the surrounding area was full of colorful strange flowers, and the flowers were full of colorful butterflies.

Zhiluan was chasing butterflies in the flower garden, and Xiao Chen was meditating on the sidelines, but he couldn't calm down, and the appearance of the frozen man appeared in his mind from time to time.

At dusk, a sudden sleepiness swept over his heart, and he had not rested for a moment in the past few days, but before the night came, he found a small cave nearby, and found some leaves at random, and laid them on the ground before resting.

It was about early in the morning, a cold wind outside the cave suddenly blew in, a little frozen, Xiao Chen opened his eyes in a daze, and suddenly heard a strange sound outside, followed the sound, and came to the valley during the day.

"You're here......"

Xiao Chen still felt very confused, his mind was groggy, he walked towards the cave, looked at the man in the cold ice and said, "I'm here, who are you?"

"Eight thousand demons will shake the Three Realms, and one hundred thousand gods and Buddhas will escape to the Western Heavens......"

"Ten...... 100,000 Gods and Buddhas Escape to the Western Heavens?" Xiao Chen was a little confused, and a man's voice suddenly came from the ice again: "Don't look for it again." ”

"Don't look for anyone more?"

"She. ”

"She, who is she?"

"Your master, Ling Yin!"

When he heard Master's name from the other party's mouth, Xiao Chen's whole body was shocked, he completely sobered up, and said urgently: "Do you know my Master? Where is she!"

She ...... Dead!"

"Dead ...... Dead?"

Xiao Chen's whole body was cold, and the next moment he seemed to have fallen into a nightmare that he could never wake up from, and shouted in a hissed voice: "No-"

The voice echoed throughout the Flower Valley, and Zhiluan was startled: "Xiao...... Boy, are you awake?"

Xiao Chen sat up in shock, his whole body was already sweaty, his face was pale, and he was still a little distraught, looking at the rising sun outside the cave, and muttered, "It turns out ...... It was just a dream......"

"What kind of dream, boy, what are you dreaming about in the daytime?" said Zhiluan as he handed over a fairy fruit.

Xiao Chen pushed away the fruit he handed over, got up and staggered and walked outside, only to feel that the sunlight was slightly dazzling, the mist on the pool in the distance rose, and the sunlight reflected on it showed a gorgeous rainbow, and several butterflies were dancing next to the rainbow.

"That's not a dream...... Not a dream...... I'm going to ask him again!"

"One moment it's a dream, the next time it's not, boy, who are you going to ask? Zhiluan chased him out.

"You leave me alone!" Xiao Chen pushed him away and ran in the direction of the valley.

"Hey, boy, you're going to die, at least take Ben Daxian out first!" Zhiluan chased after him.

Half an hour later, a man and a cat came to the vicinity of yesterday's valley again, and Zhiluan trembled with fright: "Don't go any further, kid, you're really going to die......"

When he was still a mile away from the entrance of the cave, Xiao Chen stopped and couldn't get any closer, because he felt that he had attracted the attention of the puppet again, and if he got any closer, it would inevitably attract the puppet's attack again.

This time he teleported with his divine sense, and the puppet could not sense his divine sense, but he could see everything inside the cave.

"Who the hell are you? Did you say those words to me last night!" he channeled his consciousness into the ice.

However, no matter how much he asked, the man never emitted any fluctuations in his senses, as if he were a man who had been dead for thousands of years.

"Who the hell are you!Who the hell!Why!Why!" Xiao Chen's emotions were a little out of control.

Suddenly, he saw the sarcophagus of yesterday move, and immediately retracted his senses, carrying Zhiluan and flying out of Lixu, the puppet was too powerful for him to take risks, and besides, he couldn't ask anything.

In this way, he returned to the Valley of Flowers, he was restless all day, unable to cultivate quietly, who was that man, why did he freeze himself here, last night, was it really just a dream?

Since entering the Purple Mansion, he has encountered too many things, the Great Demon Ancient Wind that ran out of the Xiao Family's ancient tomb, the ruins of the Xuanqing Gate in the Dongzhou Wilderness, the thousand-year-old ancestor resurrected by the Tianfeng Gate, the ancient shaft and the bones of the Immortal King picked up by the Xian Yong Gate, the ancient heavenly corpse mentioned by the Corpse Refining Sect, and the man in the ice now.

Xiao Chen became more and more chaotic, all of this seemed to have nothing to do with the master, but he guided himself to an unknown direction again and again, thinking of this, he only felt upset, and rubbed his hair hard.

Zhiluan walked over, rarely passing by with such a face, and said: "Boy, I don't know why you're bothered, but there is still half a month before the Fairy Sword Conference, and the demonic breath over there in Cangfeng City is getting more and more serious, aren't you going to think about how to get out of here?"

Xiao Chen smiled weakly, Demon Breath, how is the common people in the world, what about the Fairy Sword Conference, compared to finding the master, these are nothing, I heard in my dream last night that the master died, even in the dream, I was completely lost, and even thought about dying.

Zhiluan sat down and said, "Then you can be quiet alone, I'll go and see where I can get out, we will both disappear together, that little girl must be in a hurry......" said and got up again and walked into the distance.

Xiao Chen woke up suddenly, yes, there are so many people around him, Xian'er, Mu Xue, Senior Sister Luo, and Brother Yifeng, parents at home, but every time I hear something related to Master, I am always distracted and forget the people around me.

"This Xuan Realm is full of dangers, don't run around!"

Zhiluan patted his chest and said with a smile: "Don't worry, don't forget that the mana of this great immortal has recovered somewhat, and it will be fine!" said as he spread his wings and went to the other side of the flower valley.

Xiao Chen sighed, sat on the edge of the pond and pondered for a while, the demon breath on the side of Cangfeng City is getting more and more serious, it may be related to the entire common people, didn't the master teach himself many times that those who cultivate immortals should focus on the common people in the world?

When it comes to the end, I shouldn't stay out of it, and I'm afraid there will be a bitter battle at the Fairy Sword Conference, so I should cultivate quietly at this time, and I can always find my master in the future.

Thinking about this, Xiao Chen sat cross-legged, meditating on the exercise to absorb the surrounding aura, the aura here is extremely abundant, for today's cultivators, it may only be to speed up the entry realm, but for him, who has the Xuanqing Gong method and has twelve spiritual veins, it is a thousand miles a day.

At dusk and sunset, Zhiluan hurriedly flew back: "Boy, I saw ...... over there."

Xiao Chen opened his eyes and asked, "Slow down, what do you see?"

Ben Daisen saw it...... Seeing ......" Zhiluan was a little angry and choked, unable to speak.