Rong Xian watched everything happening around her with interest, and after pretending to comment in her heart, she gave a definition that was neither salty nor bland.
Ling Lan was quite gifted when she practiced magic techniques, and it took so long to become so proficient in practicing those techniques that were more difficult.
The slightly narrow room turned into a wilderness in an instant, the gloomy wind blew, the barren mounds roared, and the endless rolling tombs came into view.
Rong Xian's pupils shrunk, it turned out to be Wuxinya, Ling Lan unexpectedly moved them from Xizhou to Beizhou in an instant, and a teleportation formation was set up in that room!
With all kinds of thoughts in her mind, Rong Xian was silent for a long time before she squeezed out a dry word from her throat: "...Where is this?"
"Didn't that apprentice of your demon cultivator tell you? This is Wuxin Cliff, his home." Ling Lan sneered.
She pointed to these endless tombs, and laughed loudly: "This is the tomb of the mountain behind Wuxin Cliff, Rong Yu has grown up here since he was a child, and it stands to reason that you will never have a chance to come to the Holy Land in your life. A place like the mountain, but I pity you, and I'll take you here to see how your students grew up."
Rong Xian looked at the tombs with a fixed gaze, her expression did not change at all, her eyes were full of sincerity and seriousness: "No matter where Yu'er grew up, he is my student."
Buried on the Mianfeng Peak of Wuxinya Tomb are soldiers who died in the battle of Xianzong. No matter what happened to them in their lifetimes, they are worthy of admiration for those who died on the battlefield.
Yu'er can grow up here and follow the will of her predecessors. This is something she can't ask for. Only when Ling Lan came to Wuxin Cliff and didn't know anything, she thought it was terrible.
When Ling Lan heard Rong Xian's rebuttal, her face distorted: "Okay, Rong Xian, the purer and clearer you are, the more I want to see you sinking into the quagmire."
Her figure took a step back, and Rong Xian's heart skipped a beat. Before she could react, countless red mists burst forth in this gray space. The mist was ambiguous and sultry, and there seemed to be a voice that made people blush and heartbeat entangled in it.
Rong Xian's clear phoenix eyes instantly turned into a bottomless depth, and the brows were also infected with fierce killing.
It turned out to be Shengge, Ling Lan really did anything to deal with her.
Rong Xian raised her eyebrows, her eyes pierced directly at Lily of the Valley, which was ten feet away.
The invisible force completely separated the red mist, the world on the Lily of the Valley was clean and clear, and the filth on her side.
Ling Lan saw Rong Xian looking at her, and through a layer of red mist, although she couldn't see Rong Xian's expression clearly, she felt hopeless and helpless when she thought about it. Thinking of this, Ling Lan felt happy all over her body.
"Rong Xian, you're a doctor, so you know Shengge, right?" Ling Lan lifted her hair, her expression full of ugly excitement.
She put her hair in a circle at her fingertips and said with a smile: "You must know, after you got sunshade and anti-drug, why didn't you learn about all the anti-drugs. I have spent a lot of effort to get this song. Yes, everything that was left behind was used on you. Although I don't know how you got rid of the sunshade, I don't believe you can do anything about it."
Like a god above, she said to the ants on the ground like a gift: "Rong Xian, you should be honored, this is the first time Sheng Ge has appeared in this world."
Shengge, from the meaning of Shengge every night.
Once the poison of this kind of Shengge, people's consciousness is sober, but they are controlled by the body's instinct, and they obey and instinctively do shameful things.
Every seven days, there is an hour to control the body, and after an hour, it is a round of sinking deeper than before.
Many people will commit suicide as soon as they can control their bodies after being poisoned with this kind of poison. They can't accept their unbearable self.
This kind of poison is not insoluble, within seven days, as long as you can handle it, it will be solved naturally.
But no one succeeded in overcoming this condition.
Rong Xian saw the magic cultivators emerging from behind the red mist, and could clearly feel the fiery and greedy eyes of those people on her.
"Ling Lan..." Rong Xian called softly, her voice was as soft as a mosquito's smell, and she couldn't hear any joy or anger, "I really underestimate you."
The next moment, the golden silk thread came out of her hand, and the silk thread penetrated the barrier and tied her under the stunned eyes of Ling Lan.
"How is it possible, how could your gold suspension wire penetrate the barrier?" Lily of the Valley screamed.
Rong Xian glanced at her sideways, and sighed softly, "There's no reason for the enchantment to prevent the master."
Before Ling Lan could figure out the meaning of this sentence, Rong Xian stretched out her hand and tugged, and Ling Lan slammed into the red mist.
"No, no, no..." Lily of the Valley took a sip of the sweet and greasy aroma, and a numb, unfamiliar feeling immediately rose from her body.
It was only at this moment that Ling Lan felt fear. She wanted to withdraw from the range of Shengge, but her body became weaker and weaker, and the panic on her lips turned into a confusing chant.
When Sheng Ge completely dissipated, the magic cultivators finally couldn't bear it any longer. They walked out of the shadows one by one, staring at the ugly Lily of the Valley and the neatly dressed Rong Xian who seemed to be fine.
When they felt the fluctuation of the moonlight grass on the hem of Rong Xian's skirt, their unbridled expressions changed, and they called out in fear, "Sir."
Rong Xian looked at the demon cultivators calmly, until she saw that the group of people was horrified, and then she instructed lightly: "She is yours."
After saying that, he walked towards Rong Yu's room not far away.
Her back was straight, like a pine tree.
It was not until she walked into the house, closed the door, and opened the surrounding restrictions one by one, that she fell to the ground with a weak leg.
"What a powerful poison." Rong Xian praised with a strangely hoarse voice.
Well, her eyebrows are on fire, and Rong Xian still has a leisurely compliment, which is a bit wrong.
Rong Xian is not at all afraid, as long as Sheng Ge can carry it through with her own willpower, Rong Xian will not have the slightest worry.
She trusts herself very much, and the strong confidence brought by her strength makes her look very proud.
A faint blush appeared on Rong Xian's face, and her always clear eyes were also covered with a light mist, like a fallen fairy, full of temptation.
"Who the hell is watching from behind? It's impossible for the anti-drugs that appeared in Xiaoqianjie to hide from the Holy Mountain and my eyes and ears, but they did it in a weird way." Rong Xian ignored the strangeness of her body and murmured. .
The unfamiliar feeling became stronger and stronger. Rong Xian wanted to stand up, but found that her control over her body had become lower.
Her expression remained unchanged, her mind moved slightly, and the power of the curse that had been hidden beside her heart swept in with a high-spirited brow.
The severe pain made Rong Xian groan, and the restlessness in her body was instantly suppressed.
After regaining control of her body, Rong Xian sat cross-legged, letting the heart-wrenching pain spread in her body.
Her face was very pale and her eyes were dull, but a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
The power of the curse was left behind by a single thought, but I didn't expect it to be used at this time.
The power of the curse: finally see the sun again... Hey, there is an enemy! Quickly occupy the high ground (｀Д)ゞ
(End of this chapter)