"Child, you come..."
Ming Wuyan had heard this voice before, it was Master Xue Yihan's voice.
He let her come? where to go
The radiance of the fairy clinic crystal circled, and suddenly a magical sigil was intertwined in the air. Ming Wuyan didn't know what formation sigil it was, so she looked at the red devil.
"Did you see anything?"
Hong Mo looked in Yan Yatou's direction, but found nothing.
He shook his head, a look of doubt flashed in his eyes and said: "Yan girl, what did you see?"
Ming Wuyan also frowned, "Is it true that only I can see the radiance of the fairy clinic crystal? Besides, I also heard Master Xue Yihan's voice. He told me to go there. Where should I go? Is that where the talisman is?"
As she spoke, she raised her hand, and a little divine light fell directly on the magical sigil...
Surprisingly, there is a wonderful power poured from the seal on Ming Wuyan's body from the seal, that power is so warm...
Ming Wuyan suddenly felt that she should return to the ancient spirit space, so she went back to the ancient spirit space immediately without thinking about it, and before she had time to tell the red devil.
At this time, the ancient spirit space was shrouded in a layer of fog, which was an unprecedented scene.
At this time, Ming Wuyan seemed to be in a hazy world. Suddenly, a mysterious door appeared in the sky, and this door Ming Wuyan had seen before, it was the residence of Master Xue Yihan.
Thinking of this, she took a leap and jumped directly onto the door...
The door was opened the moment she flew up, and closed after she entered.
This mysterious space is still a bit different from what she saw last time. All she saw was a row of bookshelves with many scrolls on them. There was a table and a chair next to it. What puzzled her was that the table There is actually a pot of blooming flowers on it...
Is this place hard enough for anyone to come in
But who would it be
She picked up the flowers on the table and smelled them, and a distant fragrance came to her nostrils. Suddenly, some memories filled her mind, and she felt that she seemed to be remembering something very long ago.
However, when she tried to memorize it hard, her head hurt again, as if something had been artificially covered up.
Just as she removed the flower, everything returned to normal.
She rubbed her head and turned to the bookshelf. She saw some unknown things on the scroll here last time. She wondered if it would be the same this time.
With a hint of doubt and expectation, she walked to the bookshelf, hesitated, and chose a scroll that was placed in the most eye-catching position.
When she opened the scroll, what she saw was a misty place. She was standing in the mist with blood flowing between her brows, and a woman fell to the ground, turning into smoke little by little...
When she tried to see it more clearly, the picture on the scroll had disappeared, and immediately after, the entire scroll also disappeared into smoke...
Ming Wuyan frowned, what's going on
When she wanted to open another scroll, the bookshelf suddenly disappeared.
She turned around and saw that the table was still there, so she sat there. When she wanted to smell the fragrance of the flowers again, the chair she was sitting on suddenly sank and fell directly into the sky...