The Lord of Ghost

"Brother Qin, do you still want to go in?" Jiang Baixing stood outside the cave, the chaotic aura entangled him, and the mysterious energy flowed out from the cave.

Qin Yang hesitated, he opened the extreme heavenly eye between his eyebrows, and saw the misty purple treasure light and the dark death aura mixed together, but it was obvious that the death aura was more than the purple treasure light.

"This is a treasure land, a life-or-death situation."

However, Jiang Baixing had no expression on his face, and the color in his eyes was a deeper and darker emotion than death.

"Death? There are more desperate things in this world than death, making every second of your life torture!"

After more than half a year, the death of his sister will always be the unhealed wound that pierced his heart, and he will never forget the thorn that caused the bleeding wound!

Even if Mo Li died in his hands, the scars could not be erased!

He hated himself and hated his incompetence.

"Brother Jiang..." Qin Yang wanted to comfort something, but found that he didn't know how to start.

He also had a thorn in his heart, and the scars caused by it have not healed yet.

Murong Qinghuan was in a coma because of him. Although his life was not in danger, his soul suffered an immeasurable blow. The injury to the soul was more difficult to repair than the injury to the flesh.

He had promised Murong Xue that he would find a way to cure Murong Qinghuan.

In the Wutong Sea, under the Wutong tree, in the nourishing environment of the essence of the sun and the moon, absorbing the light of the spiritual fire for many years, it is possible to give birth to a kind of soul treasure medicine: Wutong Soul Flower!

The heart of this flower is bright red, the leaves are vermilion, and when it blooms, it is accompanied by the sound of the phoenix, and the fantastic scene of the flying phoenix is ​​illusory, shocking the palace, and it is a miraculous medicine for healing the soul.

This is one of Qin Yang's goals for this trip.

"Brother Jiang, I will accompany you!"

Perhaps because they have the same experience, Qin Yang feels that Jiang Baixing is much more friendly.

Looking at the appearance of the two, Meng Yaowu on the side said softly and smiled, her voice was as soft as rain, scratching her heart: "Then... I wish you good luck!"

"Aren't you coming?" Qin Yang was puzzled.

This mysterious and charming woman seemed to be shrouded in an intangible fog. She didn't even dare to look at him, for fear of being sucked into the swamp of obsession.

Now she was leaving suddenly without any sign.

After all, she had deliberately stuck to him before, and she deeply understood what beauty is!

Meng Yaowu smiled, the starlight suddenly dimmed, and the afterglow of the moonlight stayed on the arc of her infatuated mouth.

She didn't say much, but turned around, leaving a curve of her back in the misty fairy light that was enough to remember this life.

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In the Wutong world, fantastic scenes frequently appeared.

At night, nine enchanting blood moons crossed the sky, like nine bright red blood pupils, staring in the starless night.

Sometimes there was divine light soaring into the sky, the prosperous sky, shaking the clouds, and sometimes there was fire, and the sound of dragon roars and tiger roars penetrated, which seemed to be a battle between extremely powerful creatures.

Meng Yaowu shuttled through the night, her beautiful figure was surrounded by a blurry fog, and her true appearance could not be seen clearly. Wherever she passed, the scenery became illusory.

"How could this happen! It is completely different from what is recorded!"

The light of the blood moon fell, illuminating the path she ran.

Her eyes flashed with a charming purple light, as deep as the dark night, as if she could see through the changes in the future.

"With the entrustment of the spirit, send paper boats to the past life!"

"This era is very strange!"

Meng Yaowu's expression was rarely seen serious. An unknown river ran through the whole world, and white paper boats floated on the river, sending the past and the next life!

"That river! There is a big problem!"

The reason why she didn't remember it all at once was because her focus was on Qin Yang at the beginning.

Now thinking about it carefully, she recalled the contents of the recorded scriptures engraved on the ancient bone text.

"Forgetful River!"

The strange river carrying the white paper boat, which traced back to an unknown time and space, reminded her of a terrible guess: When Forgetful River comes out, reincarnation appears!

But in her memory, reincarnation is an extremely ancient mystery, which countless creatures in Dingtian are pursuing, but its ethereal traces are harder to find than immortals.

There are also peak creatures who assert that reincarnation does not exist at all.

At their level, it is enough to peek into some ultimate mysteries.

But Meng Yaowu always feels that there is a problem in this era!

Meng Yaowu wants to find the strange river and explore the root cause.

She suspects that the source of the strange change is related to this river!

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At this moment, Mo Li walked towards the central area of ​​the ancient sycamore tree under the night of the blood moon.

Suddenly, standing on a mound, the moonlight fell, and he saw a crystal edge, like a blood-silver silk, traced from the plain to the distance.

"That is! A river!"

In such a place, there is actually a river?

Where the rivers converge, there is a large area of ​​glittering light, like a lake.

Mo Li was surprised, but there was a voice whispering in his mind, as if bewitching him to find out.

At the same time, Meng Yaowu's purple pupils flickered, and her figure seemed to not belong to this world. She was extremely fast, floating between illusion and reality.

Looking closely, it was found that it was some kind of omnipotent means, and the area around her changed accordingly.

Meng Yaowu: "Found it!"