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"Is it done?" Wei Siying asked.

Mo Xuanfang sighed secretly: "It's done."

He stepped forward and picked up two keys, only to see that the engraved verses on the keys had disappeared, and after being synthesized, they were replaced with three words——

"Double love..."

"Double love?"

The two read these three words one after another, and immediately after, the keys in Mo Xuanfang's open palms automatically flew to the coffins on the left and right.

With the sound of "click, click, click", the coffin at the bottom of the coffin was opened, but before the two of them stepped forward to check, they saw two ancient scrolls rising from the coffin and standing in the air. The scrolls were opened from top to bottom. The middle man is gradually revealed.

Both portraits depict handsome men. The man in the painting on the left is dressed in noble and graceful clothes, with a gentle majesty in his compassionate face.

On the right, the man in the painting is dressed pretty, with his hands hidden in his sleeves, but his eyes are looking in the direction of the man on the left, smiling sweetly.

Mo Xuanfang told Wei Siying about the painting in the coffin.At this time, a faint bone-condensing fragrance wafted in the tomb, Mo Xuanfang looked carefully at the man in the painting on the right, and suddenly saw his eyes flickering, looking forward, as if he had come to life.And there was a hint of evil in that painting, which made people feel sick in the chest.

Wei Siying couldn't help covering his chest, his brows were deeply furrowed, apparently also troubled by this evil spirit.

Mo Xuanfang hurriedly turned to the man in the left painting, only to see that his expression suddenly became fierce, and smoke rose from the cemetery in the portrait, making the man in the painting hidden in the smoke.

Mo Xuanfang subconsciously grabbed Wei Siying and said anxiously, "Be careful!" and was about to jump backwards.

At this time, Wei Siying hid Mo Xuanfang behind him with great force, and his body had already jumped into the air: "Daoist Yuan, why are you being polite with these evil spirits, let me kill him without leaving any pieces behind."

Wei Siying's expression was extremely unstable, as if there was a lot of hostility gathered in his body, and suddenly dragon flames burst out from his body, transforming into three thousand dragon flame swords, and condensed into two giant dragons in this small tomb, roaring loudly , and rushed towards the left and right sides respectively.

Although Long Yan is arrogant and domineering, he is always trapped by some kind of mana in the tomb. The smoke in the painting dissipates impressively, and the two portraits are at the same time automatic without wind.

In the tomb room, dragon flames were rising, and Wei Siying's spiritual consciousness was so sensitive that he waved his hand and summoned Fansha among the seven gods and demons, and made the Linglong Pagoda freeze the portrait.

In an instant, both portraits were wiped out.

The person in the painting jumped out from the portrait.

The noble man already had a purple-handled dust whisk in his hand, which was very similar to Mo Xuanfang's Blissful Sky Whisk. As the whisk swept across the sky, the whisks covered the sky and covered the sky with Mo Xuanfang and Wei Siying.

Fansha suddenly saw the man's face, and suddenly exclaimed, "God...God Emperor Taiyi?"

Before he could finish his sentence, he got into Wei Siying's consciousness and disappeared, obviously extremely horrified.

The enchanting man's sleeves are empty, only two green tree vines with sporadic green leaves stretch out from his sleeves, stretching out suddenly like a whip, the green leaves on the whip flip flexibly, butterflies fly out one after another like flowing water, Firefly blue light was emitted in the sky.

Seeing that Yinglan and Yinxian were intertwined, Wei Siying and Mo Xuanfang were about to be trapped in it, and they would die in no time.

However, at this moment, a majestic golden flame burst out from the heaven and earth net, Wei Siying led Mo Xuanfang into the air, and the dragon flame swept over, wiping away the whiskers and butterflies like dust.

In the painting, the two men let out an "ah" at the same time, hanging in the air like a boneless man, unable to use any mana.

Wei Siying sneered: "What Xiaoxiao dares to impersonate the Emperor Taiyi?"

At this time, the noble man was expressionless, just standing in the air blankly.The enchanting man stretched out green vines from his sleeves, covered his mouth and said with a "hehe" smile: "This little brother, you say he is Xiaoxiao? You can scold me, but you can't scold him."

After he finished speaking, a chill appeared in his eyes, and the hanging postures of the two men suddenly stood upright, and their bodies were filled with infinite magic power. The most domineering Dragon Flame in the world passed without a trace in front of them, as if they had already passed away. Transcending beyond the Three Realms is really terrifying.

And if there is a scent that can make people sick, it is the scent of bone coagulation in front of my eyes.

This fragrance was obviously made by a bewitching man, but it was different from the bone coagulation fragrance from the outside world. It was lingering and filled with an evil aura. It must not be a fragrance of saving lives, but a fragrance of killing people.

The tomb was airtight, and under the accumulation of aroma, Wei Siying's body suddenly twitched, blood oozing from his pupils, which seemed to be a precursor to an attack, but he was caught by the man's rattan whip and was unable to move for a long time.

The enchanting man flew close to the noble man, sighed and said, "Brother, I don't think you and your companions are upright. Since you can solve my "Two Lovesickness", you are naturally on the same path as me. I wanted to let you go, but why did you speak so harshly and embarrass him."

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and gently stroked the noble man's cheek. The noble man still looked dull and didn't say a word, but in the eyes of the enchanting man, it seemed that the person in front of him was the most affectionate man in the world, and he looked at him infatuatedly.

Mo Xuanfang was worried about Wei Siying, so he couldn't help but protect him.But seeing that the enchanting man's words were really outrageous, he couldn't help frowning slightly: "Is he and I what you think?"

The enchanting man raised his eyebrows and said, "Then what should I think?"

Hearing that the voice of the enchanting man was very similar to the voice of the man in the well before, Mo Xuanfang understood a thing or two in his heart, and said: "The Immortal Elder should be the master of this forbidden place. I am a member of the Ziyun Sect of Yukun Mountain, and the dragon beside me... This is my friend from the Dragon Clan, his name is Xiaowei, because he hurt his mind in a fight with a man named Lu Fan in Lingcang Mountain, and asked the fairy elder to cleanse him of corruption and remove the restriction."

The enchanting man thought for a while, and said with anger on his face: "I know the Lu Fan you are talking about. His restraint technique is indeed in the same line as mine, but he didn't get it from Lingcang Mountain, which is in Tianyao Palace. own source.

But he died as soon as he died, and there were hundreds of millions of dead souls in the soul-eating magic weapon he used, and they were all trapped in Lingcang Mountain, which disturbed me so much that I couldn't be clean.Forget it, since you are interested in Chicheng, and this little brother falls in love with me, I will remove the restriction for him and fulfill your wish. "

After hearing this, Mo Xuanfang saluted hurriedly and said: "If the head fairy needs anything, or gets angry because of the previous disturbance, please feel free to blame it on me."

The enchanting man turned around when he heard the words, glanced at Wei Siying with a smile, and said to Mo Xuanfang: "Do you mean what you say? I can tell that the little brother next to you is going to kill us, and you don't even care about him." I don’t know what to think, so it’s obvious that you treat him badly, so how can you tell him to listen to you and not kill us? I’m afraid that if I saved it, it would be a disaster.”

Mo Xuanfang said: "Please don't worry, Immortal Elder, Xiao Wei is generous and righteous, and he is not killing innocent people indiscriminately. I can guarantee this with my life. Right now he is just plagued by hysteria. If the restriction is removed, he will definitely treat Immortal Elder Thank you so much, I won’t kill you again.”

After hearing this, the enchanting man covered his mouth with vines and laughed, "That's a good idea. How about this, I have three coffins here, both sides are dead holes, and only the middle one is a living coffin. Daoist, if your little Wei enters the living coffin , there is a chance to remove the restriction and get out of this restricted place.

As for you, Daoist, you have to choose one of the dead spots on both sides, and resist the rot in the dead spots, and you can't follow until Xiao Wei walks out of the forbidden area.This also counts as fulfilling your oath to guarantee him with your life. "

Mo Xuanfang said without thinking, "Okay."

The enchanting man was very surprised: "Daoist, you have to think clearly, although Xiaowei has the opportunity to go out, but if he stays in the corrupt air for a long time, people with advanced Taoism will also be corrupted. What's more, if Xiaowei can't get out, you Both of them will die here, and it is even more difficult for their souls to leave the Lingcang Mountains after death."

Mo Xuanfang smiled and said, "Then do I have a choice?"

The enchanting man said: "Yes. You can choose a living coffin, but Xiaowei will never be able to lift the restraint."

Mo Xuanfang said: "I choose the death spot."

There was resentment in the enchanting man's eyes, and he turned to look sadly at the noble man who was still expressionless and said: "I knew it would be like this a long time ago, but I misjudged you."

Mo Xuanfang saw that he was speaking upside down, and was thinking about his intentions, when he felt a strong attack, and he was caught off guard and pushed him to the coffin on the left.

He struggled hard and said, "Please keep the promise."

The surroundings quickly darkened, and Mo Xuanfang heard the enchanting man's voice ringing in his ears: "Don't worry, Sect Master Ziyun, I will send your little guard to a living coffin to give him a chance of survival."

Mo Xuan knew that he had seen through his identity, so he accepted it calmly, protected his body with a golden body in the dark, and meditated deeply.

Gradually, he only felt the fragrance of the bone coagulation in the darkness getting stronger and stronger. After a while of dizziness, he suddenly saw a bright light in front of his eyes. The sun was dazzling, and he had returned to the yard behind the double doors before.

But this time, it wasn't the courtyard where he was, but behind the door that Wei Siying entered.

Mo Xuanfang saw that Wei Siying was facing him, and they were half-kneeling on the ground in the Dingtian Divine Formation, dying and bleeding all over the ground, obviously unable to fight any more.

And Wei Siying holds the divine sword in his hand, the tip of the sword is full of spiritual power, and he can easily kill himself with just a little force.

Illusion... This is an illusion...

Mo Xuanfang stretched out his hand through the air, but his fingers penetrated Wei Siying. His body shook like water ripples, split, and then closed again.

A man's voice also came from the well: "Wei Siying, kill your master, and you will have no opponents from now on. This world belongs to the dragon clan."

"Do not……"

Wei Siying looked up to the sky and screamed, "No..."

The man in the well said: "You have no choice but to betray Ziyunzong because of this affection, but he only regards you as a master and apprentice. He hates you for destroying his innocence, and hates you to the bone. If you don't kill him today, he will kill you tomorrow." about you."

Mo Xuanfang froze suddenly, dazed.

What is for this affection?

His heart was beating like a drum, and 3000 years of concentration could not calm it down.

He treats me... Could it be that he treats me...

At this time, Wei Siying was driven by the divine sword and stabbed at Mo Xuanfang.

The sky suddenly changed color, the dragon roared, and a bright red rain of blood splashed.

Mo Xuanfang watched Wei Siying stab himself.

"I love him. Even if he is my master, my enemy, I still love him, and I will let him go."