Sister takes space and bravely enters the world of cultivation

Fu Ling'er glanced around, just a quick glance, and now he discovered it after careful observation. The cave is not very large, and the runes carved around the entire wall are clearly visible. It turns out that this is the magic circle where men are imprisoned.

The aura on this rune was familiar to her, and her guess was confirmed. This was what Senior Mo Lu had set up, and she had a vague plan in her heart.

Continuing to walk forward, a three-meter-wide corridor appears in front of you, and there is a cave inside. It is much smaller than the one outside, and the runes have spread all the way into the cave inside. Judging from the cleanliness, this should be the place where men live all year round.

There is a stone bed against the inner wall, with a stone table and stone bench next to it. It was clear at a glance that there was nothing else, and the treasure she was looking forward to was not found.

Fu Ling'er lost interest, turned around and left the cave, and came to the man again.

"Hey, are you still in a daze?" Fu Ling'er stood in front of the man and waved the Hanyue Divine Whip in his hand to bring the man back to his senses.

"You...what are you doing?" The man was startled, tilted his head, and leaned back, away from the divine whip. His expression was a little frightened, but his eyes were fixed on the divine whip. Fu Ling'er saw that he had such a big reaction, and looked at the overly emotional expression on his face, why did he look like he had more power than the five elements? Fear.

"Are you... afraid of it?" Fu Ling'er wasn't sure whether his expression just now was because of the power of the Five Elements or the Divine Whip, so she withdrew the power of the Five Elements, looked at the Hanyue Divine Whip in surprise, and asked again.

"I'm still afraid of it." She brought the magic whip closer to the man, and the man subconsciously took a step back.

Now, Fu Ling'er knew. She remembered that when she first chose the weapon, the first thing she fell in love with was the Hanyue Divine Whip. Although it was not a magical weapon, it was made of special materials. The whip was made of the tendons of a certain divine dragon. Could it be this man's?

Are those men dragons? Ice Dragon?

Fu Ling'er looked the man up and down. The man was indeed very eye-catching. He was so beautiful that he had no friends. Such a beautiful dragon, would Senior Mo Lu be willing to tear out the tendons of a human dragon?

She took a closer look at the divine whip. Well, the upgraded Hanyue Divine Whip was more refined and powerful, and the barbs at the tail of the whip were still sharp.

Barb? Wait a moment. Why do the barbs on the giant tail feel similar to the barbs on the whip tail? The barbs on the whip tail are the same except that they are a little shorter.

Good guys, we meet on the wrong road. However, in a situation like his, wouldn't he be willing to risk his life and fight to the death after seeing his own dragon tendons? Why are you still afraid? Did she guess wrong?

So complicated and curious, what is the reason? She had many doubts in her mind.

"Who...are you...? Why...have it?" The man pointed at the magic whip.

"You really can't remember who you are? How about I help you restore your memory? That way, all the questions in your heart can be answered." To satisfy my curiosity, Fu Ling'er didn't say the last sentence, she In fact, the tendency to gossip is even worse.

"Recover memory? That's right, I have no memory. Can you help me recover it?" The man spoke more and more smoothly, his voice no longer sounded hoarse and rough at the beginning, and he sounded much more comfortable now.

"Yes, but I have a request. You must make a contract with me, otherwise there is no need to negotiate,"

"Contract?" The man frowned subconsciously. He instinctively wanted to refuse.

"Don't you want to leave here? Do you want to stay here and continue to go to jail?"

"Think about it, I want to leave," the man said without hesitation.

"That's it. You can only leave here by making a contract with me. This is the only way."

"Then... okay, I will make a contract with you," the man agreed without any hesitation and heartily.

Fu Ling'er was happy in her heart, but she didn't show it on her face. Anyway, she had many contracted beasts, and she fooled one after another. Who wouldn't love such a strong thug?

Soon the contract circle enveloped the two of them, a burst of light flashed, and the contract was established.

The next moment, Fu Ling'er was expecting her cultivation to skyrocket, but it turned out that it had risen, barely allowing her to break through to the middle stage of the Immortal Master. She was still very sorry.

There was a connection with the man in her mind, and Fu Ling'er realized that this man's true body was really a dragon, a black ice dragon, belonging to the ice dragon clan in ancient times.

She was very curious about how this black ice dragon fell to this point. Being imprisoned here for tens of millions of years, it is pitiful for a person to be alone. Roudundun is luckier than him, and he can still run around.

"Master, will you restore my memory quickly?"

As soon as the contract was completed, the man's whole temperament changed. He was less aggressive and gloomy than before, and a little more lively. The somewhat confused eyes before, as if he knew that his memory was about to be restored, and a little more expectation and joy. , now looking at her expectantly.

"Okay, I'll start now. Relax and I'll show you first." Fu Ling'er put her fingers on his forehead, and her spiritual power penetrated his brain.

Soon she discovered that there was a dark fog in the man's sea of ​​consciousness.

Huh? The power of chaos?

Fu Ling'er got closer and felt it. Yes, this was the power of chaos that she was familiar with. This time it was easy to handle, a force of chaos covered the gray fog.

Soon, the two forces of chaos merged and were withdrawn under Fu Ling'er's control. The gray fog gradually dissipated, and a transparent object wrapped in the gray fog dissipated and disappeared into his sea of ​​consciousness.

She effortlessly lifted the shackles that blocked the man's memory.

She quickly withdrew from his sea of ​​consciousness, and then the man felt a slight pain in his head, and then fell into trance.

Fu Ling'er knew that he was recovering his memory now, and this process might take a bit long. She knew that Wan Qiyuan was still waiting for her anxiously. The time to get down was not short, so with a wave of her hand, she brought the man into Canglan Pavilion and sent him to a room casually. Then she got up and left the cave.

Outside, Wan Qiyuan saw the ice on the edge of the pool gradually receding. He knew that Ling'er was coming up, and immediately rushed to the edge of the pool with joy, staring at the ice as it retreated.

Xie Mingchun, Han Jiyue and others who were staying nearby and did not leave also ran over when they heard the noise.

Soon, Fu Ling'er rushed out of the water like a sharp arrow, bringing up a burst of water spray. She was dressed in a stunning red dress and stood high in the sky looking down at everyone like a mysterious goddess from the Nine Heavens.

His eyes met Wan Qiyuan, the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, and he slowly walked closer to Wan Qiyuan,

"Ling'er, is everything going well?"

"Well, it went very smoothly. It's all done. We can continue on our way."

"Okay," Wan Qiyuan stretched out his hand and led her back.

The old ghost opened his eyes and woke up from trance.

"Well, I'm not hurt. Then, Ling girl, can you go?"

"Yes, Uncle Nian." Fu Ling'er nodded and then sent a message to Lingyou,

"Lingyou, let them all come back, we are going out to Heiyajian."

"Sister Ling, are you out? Okay, we'll be back soon."