Immortal Voices

A few people followed Wuwu toward the depths of the underground palace. With the passage of time, none of them were calm.

"This ..." Feng Yan Zhang Zhang, but I do not know what to call the selfless, and finally can only choose a less abrupt name, saying: "Master, this seems to be a burial ground."

Without a chuckle, Mei Yu was stained with evil spirits between the looks.

"This is the real hometown." Zuo Hu said in a French voice.

Feng Yan's eyes widened, and then she remembered the name Guicheng, and her eyes flashed a little.

After half an hour, they finally stopped outside the main tomb.

Yunyou Feng took a deep breath and shook his slightly dizzy head, his expression surprised: "This is the taste of forgetting wine."

He always thought that only San Niang would make forgetfulness in this world, but did not expect that there is also forgetfulness here.

He stared fiercely at Zuo Hufa and asked, "Does the master recognize Lou Sanniang?"

Zuo Hufa said meaningfully: "I do n’t recognize it."

He glanced down at Jiuquan, which was a little dry, and said, "You can pick your own wine here, Feng Yan, you can go in."

Feng Yan nodded without asking, and walked directly over Jiuquan toward the main tomb chamber.

He was not worried that the left-protection method would hurt him. With the strength of the left-protection method, if he wanted to kill him easily, it would not be so troublesome.

And he believes that those who intersect with Dr. Rong will not be treacherous.

All I can say is that Feng Yan is still very sweet.

He walked into the tomb, glanced over the many coffins, and a voice told him that he would continue to walk inside.

Following his intuition, he crossed the guardian terracotta figure and came to a high platform.

On the high platform, the bronze coffin was quietly placed there.

Seeing the bronze coffin, Feng Yan's spirit shook, and a strong call in his heart told him: it's it, it's it.

But he did not dare to move, the coercion from the bronze coffin was too strong, as if this bronze museum was suppressing the entire underground world with its own strength.

However, Feng Yan instructed that there must be a very powerful existence asleep, powerful enough to make people tremble.

After a long silence, Feng Yan finally couldn't help but stepped forward and touched the bronze coffin across Lei Chi.

The bronze coffin was shocked, and Zhong Qianjie flashed at the edge of Rong Xian at the edge of the sea.

Someone moved her coffin.

She blinked, her figure suddenly disappeared in front of the Buddha.

Buddha: "..." can't you be a good person?

After the bronze coffin trembled slightly, it seemed that nothing had happened, and Feng Yan's frightened expression calmed down.

He breathed a long sigh of relief, but he was obviously relieved a little earlier.

"I actually want to say that I haven't seen you for a long time, so don't come without a fool." Qing Yue's voice came with a smile, "But you're obviously embarrassed, so I can't say anything against my heart."

Feng Yan stiffened her neck and raised her head a little, and then she saw that a woman in a white skirt with various complicated runes was lazily leaning on the bronze coffin.

The pure phoenix eyes are the same as many years ago, with a touch of tenderness and tolerance, as if they contained thousands of scenery.

Feng Yan's eyes widened and her mind was blank: "Rong Rong, Doctor Rong?"

Rong Xian scratched her nails, with a dull tone like white water: "It seems that the danger you are experiencing is really great, otherwise you will not be scared."

Feng Yan: "..." Don't open your eyes and talk nonsense, who is he scared by, who doesn't have any points in his heart?

Rong Xian was obviously innumerable in her heart, she grinned, and flung Feng Yan's hand back on the bronze coffin.

But I couldn't help sighing, Feng Yanguo was really fortunate, and she read it right on the Snow Mountain.

This luck brought the man to Guitu City, awakening a hint of consciousness left on the bronze coffin.

The wind family.

Rong Xian raised her head, her eyes seemed to pass through the obstructing space, and she caught the sight of the outside world.

Someone who valued her was also grabbed.

There was a hint of coldness in Rong Xian's eyes, but he was quickly isolated by the gentleness of the mirror.

Feng Yan didn't know what Rong Xian was thinking, but when Rong Xian stunned her, the previous strangeness completely disappeared, leaving nothing but helplessness.

He was helpless: "Doctor Rong, you don't know how ... have appeared here?"

Rong Xian blinked and froze, and said frankly, "I standing in front of you is just a trace of residual consciousness. You moved the bronze coffin and awakened me."

Feng Yan's expression suddenly became heavy: "Your consciousness disappears, is it right?"

Rong Xian nodded earnestly: "Yeah, this sense of consciousness disappears, and there is no more of me in this world."

I can only wait to repair it later, tear the space back.

Feng Yan would be wrong. He thought that after Rong Xian's consciousness had dissipated, he completely died, and his eyes were full of annoyance and remorse.

He is so low-handed. If he does not touch the bronze coffin, although Dr. Rong is still asleep, at least he is still alive, instead of disappearing completely.

"You don't cry because your hands are too cheap, right?" Rong Xian's uncertain voice passed into her ear.

The wind of the pantothenic acid in the nose stiffened, and the mist in the eyes turned around and disappeared instantly.

He just felt that all the sadness in his heart was cleared away.

"Let's go." Rong Xian put his expression into his eyes, and said the corner of his mouth a soft arc.

Feng Yan wondered, "Where?"

Rong Xian smiled purely and said, "As your reward to wake me up, I will solve the enemy for you, and you worship me as a teacher."

Feng Yan quickly refused: "It is okay to worship the master, but the enemy will not work for Master, I will avenge myself."

His master now only has a trace of consciousness, and he is stupid to let him be involved.

Master was just a doctor when he was alive. Could it be impossible to fall behind.

Feng Yan apparently forgot where the coercion in the Bronze Pavilion he had sensed was so powerful that it made him desperate.

In other words, he didn't even think about Netong County.

Seeing that the goods climbed up the bar, she called her master without reluctance, and Rong Xian smiled and smiled: "Although the cultivation for the teacher is not high, it is okay to handle the person.

After all, don't look at Feng Yan's bitter gourd face at all, and walk towards the outside step by step.

Feng Yan anxiously scratched his head into a henhouse, and almost wanted to reach out and bring Master back to him, shaking Master's head to see if it was all water.

Do n’t you tease, it ’s okay to cook your own person, but the mortal you cook mixes with gangsters in the same way as monk Da Neng can?

Can't you keep it with only a trace of residual knowledge? !! Why do we have to do something!

Rong engages in trouble: "..." This apprentice can't do it, always trying to stop her from acting hard.

The wind was worried: "..." This Master couldn't do it, he always wanted to die.