Chapter 617

"Don't, don't leave me..."

Murongling is lying on a huge lotus seed in the empty mountain forest. Her face is as pale as paper. Murongling's voice overflows from her mouth. She looks miserable and desperate. She seems to be having a nightmare.

Three days later, no matter how many lotus seeds he put in to treat her master, Dahong didn't wake up. Her injury is getting worse and worse. Now she has begun to talk nonsense, and she is not even conscious.

Small fire flew out of Murong Ling's body. The green flame condensed into tears. The tender voice said with a cry, "Dahong, Dahong, please help the master. She's dying."

Dahong was startled by the upgraded version of Xiaohuo. He stepped back several steps because of the level suppression on him. He was just injured and closed. Xiaohuo advanced into such a terrible power, which was really frightening.

Just such a breath, why does it make him feel familiar?

But at this moment he didn't have time to pay attention to this abnormality. He focused on Murong Ling again and said anxiously, "I don't know what to do? I can't open the master's heaven and earth ring, and I can't take out the healing pill at all! By the way, where is the master's Taoist partner? Where did Li cangmin go? Why didn't he stay with his master? "

At the mention of Li cangmin, Xiaohuo cried even more, "Wuwuwuwu, he abandoned his master, he is a bad guy!"

Dahong's eyes are wide open in shock. What happened when he was closed? It's a pity that Xiaohuo's intelligence is limited and she can't explain clearly all the time. Dahong has to give up the desire to ask. Since Li cangmin can't count on it, the master can only rely on him to save her.

Murong Ling's evil spirit entered her body, which made her injury worse. Although Dahong used the light of purification to purify her evil spirit, he was beaten by Ye Zhentian before he left. It was too late to heal in three days, which made her injury worse. Even the power of the light of purification was greatly reduced, and she could not extract the evil spirit from her body, This is the root cause of her worsening injury.

Dahong has been working hard for most of the day, but she has not been able to summon the light of purification. After thinking about it, she finally focuses on the lotus petals of the body. Although she has never tried, she can only be a living horse doctor now.

He pulled out a lotus petal and carefully fed it into murongling's mouth. However, before he could see the effect, his face changed. He vomited a mouthful of blood in the cry of a small fire, and then his eyes became dark. He could no longer support the bite of the injury and disappeared in the same place with his body.

Xiaohuoyan really watched Dahong disappear, and his heart was even worse. But he soon held back crying and stared at Murong Ling lying on the ground. His heart was heavy as never before.

Now Dahong is not there, only he can keep his master.

His limbs were as heavy as lead, his mind was in a swamp, and his mind was in chaos. Murong Ling slowly wakes up from the extreme darkness and finds herself lying in the desolate mountains, with no one else but the small fire on guard.

"Master, you wake up at last. You are scared to death."

As soon as she wakes up, Xiaohuo is pardoned. She immediately rubs her hand. Murong Ling looks at Xiaohuo jumping at her fingertips and frowns and asks, "how can I be here?"

"Master, Dahong brought you here. You have been in a coma for three days. Xiaohuo thought you would never wake up again."

When she thinks of what happened before her coma, Murong Ling is silent for a moment. She can feel that Dahong is seriously injured and in a coma, and her evil Qi is also pulled out by Dahong.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Xiaohuo stopped and looked at her carefully. "Master, don't you really want to be very popular? Dahong is very good. Can you not abandon him? "

Murong Ling suddenly remembers that Dahong was abandoned by his previous master. She has always been extremely insecure. In order to stay with her, he even proposed the contract. Now

Murong Ling didn't want to think about it any more. She took out the purple elixir from the heaven and earth ring to heal her wounds, and then put it into practice for a whole week. The pain in her body was relieved a little, She took jade flute as a crutch and walked out slowly.

"Master, where are you going?"

"Underground palace."

Xiaohuo was frightened by her reply, even the color of the flame was transparent a little, it quickly advised, "no, master, you are injured, you can't go back! There's a devil in it

Murong Ling doesn't know. It's just that the array she used to protect thousands of children that day is not ordinary. It can't be broken at ye Zhentian's level. She worries that those children will starve to death if they don't eat or drink for three days. Of course, another bad situation is that they will be coaxed out by Ye Zhentian and eventually become sacrifices for each other to practice magic skills.

She couldn't turn a blind eye to thousands of lives.Of course, rushing into the underground palace now is equivalent to giving a head to ye Zhentian. Murong Ling stops not far from the underground palace and begins to ask Dahong, "Xiaohuo, what's the maximum distance you can leave me?"

Xiaohuo shook his head. "I don't know."

"Give it a try. If you feel uncomfortable, come back immediately." Murong Ling looked at it and said, "do you remember how to get into the underground palace?"

Small fire nods, excitedly asks for credit way, "remember, that day I have secretly looked."

Murong Ling's pale face finally showed a faint smile, "good, Xiaohuo. Now please go to the underground palace to find out what's inside and see how the children are doing."

Xiaohuo, who is shouldering the heavy responsibility, solemnly responds. With a whoosh, he disappears. There is no one else around. Murong Ling shows her weak color, covers her chest and sits on the ground slowly, conceals her breath and hides in the bush. While meditating and healing, she is waiting for the news of Xiaohuo.

Flowers bloom and pedicel, each table a branch.

According to my memory, Xiaohuo got into the dark tunnel. About a clock away, he finally saw the light coming. It was the gate of the underground palace that was not closed. The light came from the palace. Xiaohuo doesn't have much heart. He flies in carelessly and finds that the beautiful underground palace in the past has changed greatly. The magnificence and carved beams and paintings no longer exist. Instead, it is a piece of broken walls. This is the trace of the fire.

Could it be that the red sea of fire could not be controlled and burned the whole palace?

Before it can figure out the reason, ye Zhentian's palace has arrived. No, maybe it can't be said to be a palace. It's more appropriate to describe it with a pile of ashes. Other temples can leave some ruins, but this place is completely destroyed. The walls, stone steps, bricks and tiles are all turned into gray powder and filled in the dry magic pool. It is empty everywhere. The only conspicuous thing is thousands of hungry children lying on the ground, which is very spectacular.

Xiaohuo couldn't communicate with outsiders, so naturally he couldn't ask what happened here. So he had to check in the palace to make sure that he didn't find the big devil, and then he flew out in a hurry to report the situation.

Aware of Xiaohuo's coming back, Murong Ling opened her eyes for the first time, "how about Xiaohuo? Have you got any information?"

"Yes, yes!" Small fire can't wait to nod, "master, the big devil's palace was completely burned by the fire, the big devil ran away, leaving only a group of little dolls sleeping there."

Murong Ling raised her eyebrows in surprise. Although the flame of Huolian was fierce, it could not be extinguished. How could it burn the underground palace? She felt strange, put two purple elixirs into her mouth, and went into the underground palace again with a small fire.

When she went in, she knew that Xiaohuo had not lied, and that the palace had been set on fire.

Someone came here after she left.

Murong Ling was more and more sure of her conjecture as she walked by. Judging from the smell of the ruins, these traces were caused by ordinary fire. Of course, the power of the other party can't be underestimated if it can burn this ancient cave with a common fire.

Who on earth has such strength?

Murong Ling's face became more and more pale until she saw a sword mark beside the magic pool. The sword mark was as thin as a cicada's wing, thinner than the gap between the tiles. If she hadn't observed it carefully, she would never have found its existence. The breath left by the scar of the sword has gone, but it can be inferred that the bearer used a thin sword.

It's easy to guess who can destroy an ancient cave or even force ye Zhentian back in the week when the monks are withered. Murong Ling thought it was Li cangmin, but when she saw the scar of the sword, she denied the unrealistic fantasy in her heart: first, Li cangmin was dead, and the devil who had gone far away would not mind the business of Da Zhou at all; The second is the mark of the sword. Li cangmin uses the heart of the ice soul sword. The ice blade is more generous and less dexterous. The thin mark of the sword is not left by him.

Is it the monks of the hidden world who have entered the great Zhou Dynasty?

Murong Ling's heart sank a little when she thought of the mysterious shield of Dazhou. It's hard to guarantee that no one would meet certain entry requirements because of the size of the world. Just like her mother, didn't she hide in Dazhou at the beginning?

With the strong enemy on her side, Murong Ling is no longer as relaxed as she used to be. In case of any accident, she should take care of her injury as soon as possible. Before that, put these children in place.

Three days without food or drink, these children have been seriously dehydrated, and most of them are dying. Murong Ling can't help but be glad that they came in time. Another quarter of an hour later, these children will be here. After enduring discomfort and exerting rejuvenation skills several times, she managed to stabilize their life characteristics. Then she threw them into the jade flute one by one, and went straight to Weicheng.

Now I only hope that Bai Mu and lengqiu have not left Weicheng, otherwise she can't resist thousands of children. Although they are out of their misery, sending people home is a big project. Murong Ling can't think of any other way except to borrow the staff of the flower burial palace.