Muyan suddenly opened her eyes, panting heavily.
There seemed to be a broken and distant singing sound in my ears.
But instead of soothing the chaotic emotions, this song made her feel deep sadness and despair.
Muyan turned her hand to retrieve the Qijue Sword, while looking around.
However, before she had time to observe the surrounding environment, she was shocked to find—
The Seven Absolute Sword cannot be taken out!
It's not just that the Qijue Sword couldn't be taken out, but the Tianmoqin, divine consciousness, spiritual power, everything seemed to have disappeared from her body.
However, all this is not the most terrible.
The most frightening thing was that she didn't have any spiritual power on her right now, but she was floating in the air.
The hand touched the tree next to it, but the hand passed through the branches and leaves of the tree trunk.
This... what's going on here
She, lost her soul
Here, where is it again
…
Muyan turned around and looked, only to find that this is a very strange palace.
It is strange because the palace is decorated with carved beams and painted buildings, resplendent and luxurious.
But in such a luxurious palace, there is not even a single ghost.
The ground was covered with ashes, and the ceiling was covered with cobwebs.
Every piece of bluestone, every pillar of the corridor seems to be telling the loneliness and coldness.
Here, what exactly is it
Suddenly, Muyan's heart trembled, and she instantly raised her vigilance.
Because in the corner of the palace, there was a man in black clothes.
The man was tall and slender, with handsome features.
The facial skin had an unhealthy bluish-white color, and even the lips were bloodless, but a pair of eyes were extremely black, like a bottomless abyss that could never be seen.
When he looked up, knowing that he couldn't see him, Muyan also felt a chill all over his body.
But strange and inexplicable familiarity.
Especially this face, these eyes.
At this moment, a cautious voice came from a distance: "Great... Your Highness, here are your cultivation resources, and there is another mission."
The man stood up, and suddenly he was outside the door.
The guard who came to deliver the letter seemed not expecting him to come out so soon, and was frightened out of his wits, and fell to the ground: "Your Highness, this subordinate didn't mean to disturb you, Your Highness, please forgive me... please forgive me..."
The guard's eyes were full of panic and despair, and his body was shaking like chaff.
When the man looked over with his icy eyes, he was so frightened that he immediately lost control.
A gust of wind hit, and the guard was thrown tens of meters away, hitting the rockery, and his head was bleeding.
But the guard kowtowed repeatedly as if he had been pardoned, and Fei seemed to run away.
The man curled his lips mockingly before bending down to pick up the storage ring on the ground.
However, at this moment, a ball suddenly bumped over and jumped on his feet.
Muyan took a closer look, only to realize that this is actually a little boy carved with jade.
She looked about two or three years old, with skin as white as snow, and a pair of big round eyes.
Small hands like lotus root joints hugged the man's legs, his body swaying.
After standing still, he raised his neck and tilted his head to look at the man, his big eyes were full of curiosity.
The man frowned and lowered his head, exuding a creepy and murderous air all over his body, "Let go!"
His tone of voice, such a deterrent without any scruples, can scare the crap out of even a thick-skinned guard.
However, after being taken aback for a moment, the little boy opened his mouth and showed a bright smile.