Chapter 615

The underground palace area is too large, and Li Fuchen and others are on the alert. Murong Ling has to give up the idea of looking for an Xiaoyu and leave the guard Lingtong in An'an.

There are no less than 500 spirit children living in this palace. It can be speculated that these people must have used some means to abduct boy and girl in private, and all of them were transported here to be detained as the training tools of magic cultivation. As for the empress who is far away in the capital, the childlike innocence of eating is also calculated separately.

After more than a month's work, these crazy animals did not know how many lives they had killed.

Murong Ling tried her best to press her anger, and took the time to recuperate her internal injuries. Finally, three days later, Li Fuchen appeared in front of them again, "Huo Feng, bring everyone out."

It's time to sacrifice.

Murong Ling took a deep breath and informed the management of each hall, organizing the boys and girls to go out. A group of black people and children crowded together, but there was no noise, and the silence was terrible. With a blank and fear on their faces, they think they have sensitively detected the abnormality of things.

Although children are naive and ignorant, they have very keen intuition of being small animals.

Li Fuchen was very satisfied with this, with a false smile on his face. "Don't be afraid. I'll take you to learn the immortal Dharma."

How to learn the immortal method?

All the young children were in a state of great spirit. A bright light appeared in their dead eyes. They looked at Li Fuchen expectantly, hoping that they could learn the legendary immortal Dharma now.

Li Fu Chen contentedly picked eyebrows, a gentle smile, "very good, as long as you obediently obedient, become the immortal of flying away in the near future. Now keep quiet and come with me. "

There was no need to urge or maintain discipline at all. Thousands of young children cleverly followed Li Fuchen and finally walked to the largest palace in the center of the palace. The spirit of evil spirit in this palace was so dignified that it almost turned into substance. Murong Ling frowned bitterly. Other people, especially the children, reacted fiercely. Most of them were shocked by the spirit of evil spirit and began to cry pale.

"No sound." Li Fuchen said, "even if you can't pass the test, how can you become a monk? If anyone dares to make a sound again, let's leave. "

How can people who have been cheated so hard let others leave. But the group of children did not know the inside story and were easily cheated. They all endured pain and tears, biting their teeth and continued to look at the inner hall.

Murong Ling follows Li Fuchen, and his divine consciousness has already detected the situation of the inner hall. There is no so-called pearl curtain, embroidered curtain and resplendence, but a huge magic pool. This magic pool is more dangerous than the one that cultivates the living dead. The strong magic Qi rises and envelops the whole magic pool, making the blood pool red and black, which makes people feel sick.

All the Lingtong who saw this scene screamed in fear, and the noise almost broke through the hall. However, Murong Ling was still in the same place, and all the sounds became empty. All the feelings fell on the living dead on the edge of the magic pool and could not be moved any more.

She saw an Xiaoyu!

An Xiaoyu has also been refined into a living dead man!

On the edge of the magic pool, there are more than a dozen living dead people. Against the backdrop of a group of young adults, an Xiaoyu, who is only six years old, stands among them, looking weak and thin. The little girl's face, which used to be pink and lovely, has become gray and stiff, her eyes are stagnant, her whole body is full of dead and rotten air, and she can no longer find the traces of her former liveliness.

Once such a lovely little girl, it's gone.

Still remember in the past, the little girl carefully helped her, clever and considerate; I remember when she vowed to practice jiedan and get a good name, she was naive and lovely; I remember when she was pestering to travel, she was clingy and smart

The vivid memories are played back in my mind. The smiling face slowly overlaps with the little girl who has become a demon. The bright colors fade into ashes and finally break into ashes.

Murong Ling could no longer help her grief and tears.

She also thought that in a few years, she would take an Xiaoyu as her disciple. Now, she was killed by a group of animals and became a demon!

Li Fuchen was pierced by the devil's voice and sneered impatiently, "it's really a group of ignorant bastards. Since you can't wait to die, I'll give you a ride."

He rolled up the nearest Lingtong with magic Qi. Just as he was about to leave him in the magic pool, he suddenly got goose bumps all over his body. Suddenly, he was shocked and turned to meet Huo Feng's red eyes.

What kind of eyes are they? They are cold, cold, violent and bloodthirsty, without any emotional mechanism. They are so cold that people shiver.

Just at this glance, the thought flashed through his mind quickly. Li Fu Chen felt his neck cool, his brain suddenly became chaotic, his body fell uncontrollably, fell into the dark magic pool, and was instantly engulfed.The sudden change scared everyone. The bodyguard of King Zhao's house was not there. The other three friars saw the scene of "Huo Feng" killing the LORD with their own eyes. Qi Qi was startled. Looking at the bloody dagger on her hand, she swallowed her saliva. She unconsciously stepped back and asked in a trembling voice, "brother Huo, what's the matter with you? Why kill the young master? "

The string in Murong Ling's mind, which is called reason, has been completely broken, and her whole body is crying for revenge. The blood from Li Fuchen stimulates her lethality. At this time, when she hears someone's speech, she turns around and looks at it, and her lips involuntarily evoke a cold smile.

The three of them shuddered with fright and wanted to run away. However, it was too late. Murong Ling caught up with them like ghosts. With the light wave of the dagger, there were three more bodies on the ground.

"Traitor, you deserve to die!"

The blood is boiling in the meridians, Murong Ling's body is stained with evil spirit, and her blood red eyes look at a group of spirit children shivering forward, as if she would rush into the crowd to reap her life in the next moment.

The boys were so scared that they turned pale, as if they were being watched by natural enemies. They all trembled and stayed in the same place. They only dared to leave tears in silence, for fear that some behavior would provoke her and cause her death.

"Master! Master! Wake up

Dahong screamed in the sea of knowledge, and a small fire came out, darting around her fingertips, leaving a burning carbon mark. Murong Ling felt a cool and gentle breath pouring down from the sea of knowledge. Her ignorant and gloomy brain immediately calmed down, and even the color of her eyes gradually returned to the dark color.

It's the blessing of the goblin who lost the negative buff.

Murong Ling, who had come back to her senses, broke out in a cold sweat. Fortunately, she had just been killed by the devil, and she almost became a crazy killer without reason. If it wasn't for the goblin's advice, I'm afraid these children would be killed by her.

If she killed these children herself, her whole life would be ruined.

Her face suddenly condenses, she looks back at the calm water of the magic pool, pulls out the thunder hairpin on her temples, and countless thunderbolts chop down, and the dark magic pool instantly boils up.

If there is no guess, she just evil spirit into the body, clearly was calculated, can calculate her, in addition to the evil head, no one else.

Sure enough, under the thunder and lightning, the people under the magic pool couldn't hide any more. A black shadow rushed out from below and hit Murong Ling with lightning. Murong Ling was ready to start the assimilation magic power, instantly assimilate the red magic power, the light of purification wound on the wood spirit whip, and beat down the dark shadow!

Ah!

The shadow was beaten back by the light of purification. With a shrill cry, he stepped back a few steps, and the black covered on his body instantly faded away, revealing a face with mottled scars.

Although she had never seen it before, Murong Ling could guess that it was the evil head.

"Who are you! Why do you pretend to be my subordinate and fight against me? " He never thought that this man was not only mentally determined and able to resist the invasion of evil spirits, but also a magic weapon to restrain his evil Qi. Thinking of this, he looked at the whip with fear, and his eyes showed some reluctance and forbearance. "You and I have no grievances in the past, but no hatred recently. Why don't you leave here? Otherwise, it won't do us any good to earn a net for nothing! "

As he said, the momentum of the later period of the Yuan Dynasty poured down, and the thick and cold smell spread in the hall. However, except for the living dead who were trembling and kneeling down, and the spirit children who couldn't control their vomiting and coma, the most important target to be shocked was still standing in the same place, with slight lips and eyes, as if they were dismissive.

It seems that Ming Ming is only a four-tier cultivation of yuan, but his momentum is no less than that of a monk in the later period of Zhu Yuan.

The rebellious venerable suddenly sank his face and began to speculate about his identity. Is it not that his strength and bearing are

"If you haven't seen him for a long time, can you forget the enemy in the past?"

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a smile but not a smile. The rebellious venerable raised his head in surprise, looked at each other's smiling eyes, and immediately sank his face, "it's you, Murong Ling!"

It's ye Zhentian!

Murong Ling just casually tried to test, did not expect to really verify the identity of people, face suddenly ugly up, "you actually feign death."

"Ha ha ha, feign death? No, I am dead! " No, ye Zhentian burst out laughing and looked at him with a ferocious face. "If you hadn't brought people to Qingxue mountain, how could you have fallen to the cliff and taken away the body of your disciples? I've been reduced to this situation. It's you, a little bitchHis original body was the son of Zongtian, and it took no effort to cultivate it. Now, he is not qualified enough. If he wants to get ahead, there is only a shortcut to cultivate demons.

"Murong Ling, you forced me to do this!"