Legend of Qingling Dance

Chapter 170 Ending Night (16)

"Now, she is a dead person."

"From the moment she fell into the dark abyss, she was already dead."

"The heart of reincarnation, after all, fell into the dark abyss."

"Speaking of which, she in the past really looked a bit like me..."

"It's better to say, you and I in the early days are a bit like her in the past."

"...Although that is the case, but...in the end, who can watch for thousands of years?"

"It's not the same annihilation..."

The two voices gradually lowered until they let out an inaudible sigh.

A swift storm of spiritual power blew across the Overlord's hall like a gust of wind, and the rows of spiritual lights were extinguished immediately.

When they lighted up again, the Overlord Hall returned to its original order.

Pairs of millstone puppets worked tirelessly and silently on the empty millstones.

It's as if nothing happened here.

Xuan Jiu almost went crazy.

Since he entered this door, he has been walking this never-ending spiral staircase.

One, one, another.

Round and round and round and round.

The stone staircase spirals down seemingly endlessly.

After walking like this for half an hour, he decided to go back along the way he had come.

After walking for another hour, he was surprised to find that upward... has no end!

There is no end to upwards.

There is no end to down.

These endless staircases are made of rough flower stones.

Baihua Stone was produced in the Eastern Qin Dynasty. It does not contain any spiritual power, but it can well insulate spiritual power and water vapor. It is a commonly used stone in mausoleums, which makes tomb robbers very troublesome.

At this time, Xuan Jiu not only had a headache, but also faintly regretted it.

He tried his best to restrain his boredom, thought for a while, and took out the thin-waisted jade bottle from his sleeve.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, a faintly glowing spiritual power map was submerged into the jade bottle.

The jade bottle shook slightly, and with a "peng" sound, a large ball of fire mist exploded!

A red-haired boy squatted in the fire mist with his back facing him, playing with his fingers and ignoring him.

Seeing his appearance, Xuan Jiu sneered, "Chi Liuguang, who are you showing off to?"

Chi Liuguang turned around abruptly, jumped three feet high, pointed at Xuan Jiu's nose and shouted: "Xuan Jiu! You stupid and shameless villain! Do you know that you got into trouble? Do you know?"

Xuan Jiu asked in a deep voice, "Where is this?"

Chi Liuguang stood up, looked around, then squatted down again, with a blank face: "I don't know."

Xuan Jiu snorted coldly: "Chi Liuguang, think carefully about the consequences of your words before you speak. At least I can deal with your ghost baby puppet."

Chi Liuguang lazily turned around, and said listlessly: "I remember that Lord Sikong once warned you not to try to meddle in the matter of Long Qiannv, you must have forgotten."

Xuan Jiu interrupted him anxiously: "Where is this?"

"Here?" Chi Liuguang rolled his eyes: "I haven't been here before."

Xuan Jiu couldn't hold back his anger any longer: "What's the origin of the child you were asked to follow last time?"

"Child?" Chi Liuguang resentfully said, "That's not a child! I lost it."

"A ghost baby like you?" Xuan Jiu looked puzzled: "No, he should be a living person."

"Hey, he's not human." Chi Liuguang scratched his face: "I guess, he is a holy beast. I sensed his aura on the southern battlefield, and I have a little bit of familiarity. I followed for a while, but I didn't dare to follow .”

"Holy beast? The southern battlefield..." Xuan Jiu was shocked: "You mean the Biqiong Golden Crow! The holy mount of Emperor Jingtian of Nanyue!"

He snapped: "Why didn't you say it earlier?!"

(End of this chapter)