The plan to travel around Vientiane City in three days failed.

Lu Nianli didn't expect that he would be sucked in the bed for three days.

The world is so great and mysterious, he once again realized the meaning of this sentence.

Three days later, Lu Nianli came to the place he agreed with Ximen Lang, the president of the Baichao Chamber of Commerce, as promised. It was an ancient and mysterious altar.

The jade bed in the ice cellar and the woman were all transferred to the center of the altar.

There are eleven figures shrouded in black robes around the altar.

The strong smell of blood rose from the bottom of the altar. Looking down, the lines on the altar were all portrayed in blood, which is a perfect template for evil rituals.

Ximen Lang welcomed, "Prince Lu, are you satisfied with playing in Vientiane City these three days?"

"Satisfied." Lu Nianli rubbed his waist, "I just can't wait for a long time, otherwise my body in the realm of creation would not be able to withstand it."

"The prince wants to come from now on, and the Baichao Chamber of Commerce is always waiting."

Simon Lang said a few polite words, got to the point, pointing to the twelfth position outside the eleven black robes.

"I'll trouble you this time."

"After the altar is opened, the prince only needs to activate the power of the astronomy, and continue until the ceremony is over, and the rest of the matter is left to me."

"No problem." Lu Nianli nodded and agreed.

After all, he spent three days free time at the Baichao Chamber of Commerce, so it was worth it to do some effort.

Simonlang came to the center of the altar.

"People, please help me!"

He formed complex seals after complicated seals with his hands, and the barriers around the altar rose like golden scales covering the surroundings.

Woo woo woo woo ~

Then a low and strange sob sounded.

The blood-colored lines turned into gas rising, and then turned into the appearance of a sad woman, and the resentment rushed around the barrier.

Several people in the barrier, including Simon Lang, were affected.

The eleven black robe figures had a mysterious light blooming around them, and they struggled to resist the resentment of the sky. However, Lu Nianli was relaxed and free. With the protection of the auspicious beast Bai Ze, all kinds of evil charm could not affect him at all.

He observed the other eleven figures.

There were empty instruments floating above those people's heads, either guqins, military books, or butcher's knives...

Lu Nianli understood in his heart that these eleven people should be like him, all the creations of special ways, but they should not be people from all dynasties in the world.

It is very likely that Ximen Lang invited him from the blessing of the Immortal Sect.

"Why are there only twelve?"

"Can Ximenlang practiced the eighty-eight paths alone and could all enter the creation?"

Lu Nianli thought that there was a mysterious light blooming on Ximen Lang in front of him, and various vain instruments appeared around him, as complicated as they saw on the corridor.

After counting carefully, there were exactly eighty-eight channels.

With their twelve helps, it happened to be a hundred ways.

"Is this talent so strong?"

"All the eighty-eight paths enter into creation?"

This reminded Lu Nianli of the painting hanging in the room again.

Looking at its year, that painting is at least more than a hundred years old.

In other words, Ximen Lang is over a hundred years old. The Ximen Lang in the painting is still a young man with high spirits, perhaps the pride of heaven in a sect in the blessed land of the Immortal Sect.

In the end, it ended up in this situation, and a sad story must have happened.

The power of hundreds of creation condensed over the barrier.

The roar of the wronged soul became more and more cunning.

Ximen Lang looked expressionless, waved his hand and forcibly detained the wronged souls, merged them together, and then poured them into the woman on the jade bed.

The sky above the cloudless city of Wanxiang suddenly became dark clouds and thunder roared.

The entire barrier became turbulent under the pressure of thunder.

"You won't be struck by lightning when you do such a thing?"

Lu Nianli was also shocked by the sudden thunder, and his pressure on his body increased dramatically.

The other eleven figures were even more shaky.

The sky thunder has just been struck like this. If it really falls, it will not turn into ashes?

Although he was very happy to be acquainted in Vientiane City, he didn't want to do anything to work hard, and there was still a beautiful world waiting for him to conquer.

"Don't panic for everyone."

"I will take this matter with all my strength and will never hurt you."

Simen Lang seemed to have expected this scene long ago and spoke heavily.

"ah!!"

He shouted loudly and clasped his hands together.

The twelve celestial powers, including the power of the painting Tao, were combined with the eighty-eight celestial powers of creation that he had cultivated, and turned into soft light and merged into the body of a woman on the jade bed.

boom!

At the same time, thunder rolled over the city of Vientiane.

This move has obviously violated the way of reincarnation.

Simon Lang looked into the sky with tears in his eyes.

"God, I just want to resurrect her. What's wrong with me?"

"You will never be allowed to take her away today."

"My lover! My favorite!"

Simenlang used the power of the fusion of hundreds of creations to soar into the sky, and under the rolling thunder, he was like a flock shaking a tree.

Although he stood at the top of the world, he was still as small as an ant in front of the towering heavenly way.

Lu Nianli looked at this scene and sighed in his heart.

Only at the end of the immortal way can one obtain the way of heaven. How could a mere Simen Lang be able to defeat the rules of reincarnation in the heavenly way? It is just a fool who is obsessed with love and is just a fool who is foolish.

What is love in the world? It teaches people to agree with each other in life and death.

He had no feelings about affection, and now he was not qualified to say the word affection. It flowed among the flowers, and his heart was colder than the executioner's butcher's knife.

The other eleven people were also shocked to look at the tiny figure that rushed to the sky.

boom!

The fusion of hundreds of powers of creation was only a brilliant moment, and it was destroyed by the raging thunder, and the dark sky covered by dark clouds was shattered by thunder.

The radius of Vientiane City suddenly lit up within a hundred miles.

The huge thunder pillar washed down with Simenlang's body, smashing the altar barrier to pieces, and the jade bed in the center of the altar was also flooded with tears.

Lu Nianli was forced to cut off the supply of the power of creation.

He doesn't want to learn from Ximen Lang to the heavens.

The surging thunder tribulation comes and goes quickly. Under the sensation of the vast heavenly way, this may be just a small punishment for an insignificant creature.

The lightning dissipated and everyone looked at the center of the altar.

"Cough! Cough!"

A violent cough came from the center.

"Isn't dead?"

Lu Nianli was surprised. As a melon-eating crowd on the front line, he was immersed in observing the thunder tribulation. He thought that Simen Lang would definitely die, but he didn't expect that the other party would breathe a sigh of relief.

"wrong!"

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the woman protected by Simen Lang.

The woman actually had a little breath of life.

"Resurrection?"

Lu Nianli was surprised. Could it be that the thunder that had just struck me? Or did Ximen Lang control some means of hiding the world and avoid the punishment of the thunder tribulation.

"Yao'er!"

Ximenlang squatted beside Han Yu's bed, calling the name of his beloved affectionately.

The woman's jade hand trembled.
To be continued...