Xiao Suo was followed by self-deprecation, and Shen Xuan thought that after all, he thought too beautifully.

Where in this world happens to be such a good thing, just one of my own thoughts happened to be bumped into by myself.

"It seems that there is nothing wrong with your investigation. ”

Thin and tall as a corner tower, he lowered his head slightly and apologized to Mo Qinggong beside him.

Mo Qinggong naturally didn't think that he had the ability to be on an equal footing with him, so he immediately bowed and saluted back, saying, "Lord Shen is polite." ”

Looking at the change in Shen Xuan's complexion, Ding Ning knew that his biggest crisis had passed.

However, at the same time, he decided to tell Changsun Qianxue everything that happened in the Great Floating Water Prison today, so that she could understand that his and her enemies, such as Shen Xuan, were truly powerful enemies, even after Emperor Yuanwu ascended the throne for twelve years, they were still on strong vigilance, and they would even subconsciously think of that person after something that happened in Changling that was worthy of their attention.

Shen Xuan turned his head and motioned for Ding Ning to get up, and said slowly: "The willpower of cultivators is much stronger than that of ordinary people, especially many powerful cultivators, who are even able to deceive themselves and separate their perceptions from their bodies, at that time, their bodies are like an irrelevant skin, no matter what you do to their bodies, it is like inflicting punishment on others to them, so if you want to completely break their will, you must always start at their spiritual level." I've already interrogated the cultivator who assassinated you, but I'm afraid there are still some omissions. This practitioner is in the Great Floating Water Prison because of you, and when I see you, my feelings will be even more unstable, and I have something to do. ”

Ding Ning stood up and nodded, signaling that he understood.

Shen Xuan turned around and walked towards the figure behind him who writhed slightly like a worm and let out a moan.

A faint vitality precipitated from his body, carrying some fresh power into the meridians of that figure.

Ding Ning carefully controlled his heartbeat and killing intent, looking at the cultivator who had assassinated him in the fish market.

At this time, the cultivator had completely turned into a terrifying piece of red fresh meat, but half of his face seemed to be deliberately retained, and he could still see his previous appearance.

After that fresh force poured in, the cultivator suddenly let out an unpleasant and violent inhalation, as if a person who had been drowning for a long time had finally breathed a breath of fresh air, and some light finally appeared in one of his intact eyes, reflecting the three people in front of him.

However, just as he saw the faces of Ding Ning and Shen Xuan clearly, this cultivator's eyeball became extremely blood-red, and his eyeball widened to the extreme, and the countless bloodshots covered with it seemed to be about to burst open.

This is a look of horror, horror, regret and many other emotions that cannot be described in words.

Before Shen Xuan could speak, the cultivator was already crazy, and he continued to speak as if reciting: "I am Zhuang Yonglie, a person from Jiaodong..."

Another faint aura emerged from Shen Xuan's body and fell into the cultivator's body.

The practitioner was momentarily still, as if even his feelings were frozen at this moment.

"You get out. ”

Shen Xuan waved his hand at Ding Ning and directly signaled that Ding Ning could leave.

Walking out of this stone room, Ding Ning saw that Xueyi was already waiting outside, at this time, Ding Ning had a sadness in his chest, his eyes were slightly astringent, and he knew very well that the deepest stone room was not far from here.

He even knew the location of the stone chamber very well, but the saddest thing was that he couldn't even glance over there at the moment, he couldn't even get a careful feel for what kind of arrangement there was there, and he couldn't even let the astringency in his eyes show the slightest.

He could only think that, at least as he had hoped at the beginning, he had finally entered this big floating prison that had already changed a lot.

Following the footsteps of Xueyi slowly, he thought coldly in his heart, under the condition that so many powerful magic circles had been well preserved, it seemed that there was only one way to quickly enter the innermost water prison.

And after entering that water prison, there seems to be only one possibility to get out of here again... That would have to be done by four cultivators above the Seven Realms.

Thinking of the aura flowing from Shen Xuan's body, his gaze became a little colder, he was sure that four was not enough, at least five cultivators above the Seven Realms were needed.

However, at this time, looking at the entire Changling, where are there five cultivators who dare to enter here and defy the Great Qin Dynasty?

Ding Ning felt a little cold, and he shrank his body slightly.

On the wall of the Wutong Lou wine shop, many of the flowers painted have been dimmed by too long.

This wall of paintings involves many cultivators above the Seven Realms.

However, just like Liang Lian, just like the ancestor of the Zhou family he added in the latest... It is still possible for these people to fight each other in his plan, but how can they join forces for his use.

The eldest grandson, Qianxue, was in front of the wall he had painted at this time.

She couldn't understand the meaning of Ding Ning's flower-like symbols, and she was not willing to spend the slightest amount of brain power on things outside of cultivation.

She just wants to turn herself into a sword that has forgotten many things, getting simpler and simpler, but getting stronger and stronger.

So although this painting wall has been stored for a long time, it is also the first time that she has really stood here and looked at it seriously.

Today, there is such a change for her, because she heard the words of the blood as soon as she came to Ding Ning, and she knew very well what kind of place the Great Floating Water Prison was.

Entering such a place, Ding Ning is also very likely to fall into it directly.

Her mood unconsciously became a little anxious.

At this time, the first time she really looked at the painting wall left by Ding Ning, she felt extremely complicated at first, and it was not easy to remember so many grievances, but soon, her picturesque eyebrows were deeply wrinkled, but her heart was filled with a strange taste that was difficult to describe in words.

She faintly saw that the strange space between those flowers was the road to Changling.

One of the cyan flowers was the location of the liquor shop where she was at this time.

And the location of some gray flowers is the corner tower that firmly monitors the movement of the straight roads in Changling.

These positions must have been, and there are many green leaves that look chaotic and meaningless, and in her eyes they have become garrisons and active tiger and wolf troops.

Some of these deliberately empty places are best avoided by the Corner Tower Observation and the routes of these Tiger Wolf Army.

So this painted wall is also a road map on how to escape from Changling as soon as possible.

Ding Ning drew such a road map with some hints so lightly, he must be familiar with it... So this picture is for her to see.

What made her even more incomprehensible was that vaguely, all the patterns on this wall were actually a person's face.

It's her face.

Although it may be difficult for anyone but her to see, there is just the same verve.

But just like practicing a sword, it is not difficult to refine its shape, but the difficult thing is to refine its charm.

"If there is no definite news of you before midnight, I will try to leave. ”

The eldest grandson Qianxue took a deep breath, and said coldly to this wall as she usually speaks to Ding Ning.

However, at this moment, a layer of frost suddenly shrouded her beautiful face.

She felt a sense of familiarity.

......

A horse-drawn carriage is parked outside a restaurant along the street.

The coachman in a thick cotton jacket dozed off with a slightly hot copper soup woman, waiting for the employer in the restaurant, and a breeze blew behind his head.

The coachman felt his eyelids sink and his head hung down, and he fell into a deep sleep.

And a soft force came from the originally empty carriage behind him, holding the reins, turning the horse's head, and slowly walking towards an alley outside the sycamore.

The carriage quietly followed a man dressed as a vendor who had passed through the sycamore.

After following several streets and alleys, the carriage lost control and stopped.

Huo Ran, the sleeping coachman, woke up, sweating profusely while seeing the surrounding scenery clearly, and scolded himself in his heart for being sleepy and misleading, and even fell asleep and let the carriage go through several streets and alleys, but fortunately did not hit anyone.

At this time, the driver of the other carriage in this alley hung his head like him and fell into a deep sleep, while a soft force came from the carriage and continued to control the carriage to follow the man.

After passing through several more alleys, the man dressed as a vendor stopped.

The door of a restaurant in front of him was closed.

However, in the perception of the eldest grandson Qianxue, who slowly released soft strength in the carriage, in the backyard of the restaurant, a man in a gray shirt was washing some horse harness.

She knew that this gray-shirted man was called Jing Demon Sect, one of Wang Taixu's most loyal subordinates, and he was also the person who had been killed by Ding Ning in the streets and alleys.

At this time, she also felt the intention of the man dressed as a vendor with her familiar atmosphere, and after a slight groan, she spoke coldly and softly to Ding Ning, and said, "I'm sorry, the plan is not as good as changing." ”

In the next moment, the aura on her body shook slightly.

The vitality that controlled the reins became a little more violent.

The man standing in front of the restaurant turned around and his eyes fell on the carriage she was in.

The eldest grandson, Qianxue's countenance, did not change, and she controlled the carriage and continued to move forward.

The man who looked like a vendor narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a hint of coldness and unruliness that was difficult to describe in words.

A slight mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Without any hesitation, he quickened his pace and followed the carriage where the eldest grandson Qianxue was.