The appearance of the Abi Pagoda is pure white, shining like jade, and looks gorgeous and beautiful.
But seeing the scene in the tower, Muyan only felt the creeps.
There are no carved beams and painted buildings, no simple steps, no luxurious and elegant decorations.
Some are just a milky white cold pool exuding bone-chilling chill.
But it was so cold, but there were bubbles popping out from the center of the cold pool from time to time.
The bubbles exploded in the air, revealing hideous faces.
The ears were filled with the howling of ghosts and wolves.
There are still dots of white light floating in the void, like fireflies hovering around the body, beautiful and dreamy.
However…
"That's the remaining resentment and evil spirit after the life and soul are gone. Don't touch it."
Hearing the reminder from the "masked man", Muyan's heart trembled, and she quickly avoided the white light spot floating over.
She looked up to the top of the tower.
This tower doesn't look very high from the outside, but standing inside, it seems that there is no end in sight.
And the top is empty, it stands to reason that there is no place to put treasures.
But Muyan believed in her own induction, and even more in Qihuang's intuition.
Qijue Sword appeared from the palm, suspended in mid-air, Muyan jumped up.
The blade of the sword immediately turned into a stream of light and went straight to the top of the tower.
Luo Yunxiao didn't say anything, but silently followed her and flew into the sky.
…
"Are you at the top?"
Muyan stood on Qijue Sword, frowning and looking around.
This is a very ordinary tower top, nothing.
Even the fireflies floating below disappeared here.
It's just that the surrounding air is even colder, so cold that it's bone-chilling.
When Muyan opened her mouth to speak, her voice trembled.
But the next moment, a ray of fluorescent light enveloped her, bringing lingering warmth, and immediately dispelled most of the cold air.
Muyan gratefully looks at the man beside her.
It's just that he suddenly covered his lips with his hand and coughed a few times in a low voice.
Even the body seemed to shake slightly because of weakness.
The mist that permeated the man's body dissipated for a moment, revealing a thin and thin body, trembling slightly in the biting cold.
Muyan was startled.
At that moment just now, she always had an inexplicable sense of familiarity with this strange man.
However, she hadn't waited for her to think about where this sense of familiarity came from.
The mist once again enveloped the man's body, completely covering him.
…
"Ahem..." A low cough escaped from Luo Yunxiao's throat.
There was a bit of wet and sticky scarlet on his palm, but he didn't seem to notice it at all, and covered it up calmly.
In fact, the torture he suffered in the Nether Realm [Prison Water Prison] almost cost him half his life.
It simply cannot be cured in a short time.
But since childhood, Luo Yunxiao has long been accustomed to this kind of pain, and doesn't take it to heart at all.
He was just worried that his body now riddled with holes would not be able to protect Muyan's Zhouquan in this [Anita] full of evil spirits.
…
"Hey, are you okay?" Muyan looked at him worriedly.
Didn't Qihuang say that this person is not afraid of evil spirits? Could this brat be cheating on her
Luo Yunxiao shook her head, "It's okay. But it's not suitable to stay here for a long time, otherwise my barrier will not be able to stop the evil spirit from eroding your soul. Ahem..."
The worry and guilt in Muyan's heart intensified.
I always feel that I have implicated this person.
He has inherited his love several times, and now he is still being corroded by evil spirits.
This evil spirit is icy cold, cold into the soul, who would really not be afraid