Han Xuefei, whose head was opened by Mie Canglan, stood opposite him intact with the same weird and cold smile.
Qingluo leaned tightly into Mie Canglan's arms, clutching her brother's lapel and was speechless for a moment. Mie Canglan's palm gave her the warmest protection, but now Mie Canglan's eyes were as cold as ice.
Although this weird scene of the dead resurrecting was shocking, Mie Canglan, who was used to seeing life and death all night long, remained unwavering. He just lowered his eyes and stared at the guy who didn't know whether he was a human or a ghost.
Wait, that Han Xuefei with nothing in his head is not a human in the first place.
"What kind of distinguished guest?" Mie Canglan raised his eyebrows coldly. In this gloomy place with no way out, he still seemed to have entered purgatory alone with only a young girl, and his momentum was still undiminished.
"You." Han Xuefei slowly raised the blade, and the soft red light emitted from the bell stone suddenly emitted a strong red light like an eye opened, shining directly into Mi Canglan's eyes. Mi Canglan, who was used to seeing bright blood, also
I couldn't help but feel stung by the brilliance, and I took a step back slightly to cover my eyes.
The light had softened when he removed his palm, and it was as if Han Xuefei was a silent deterrent, letting the dazzling red light shine for Mie Canglan as a sign of blood.
"This is unbearable." The pain in Mie Canglan's body was not stopping, but his face was calm. However, Han Xuefei seemed to have seen through Mie Canglan's pain tolerance, and there was a bright look on his face like a cherished genius.
expression.
"Just because we just had a fight outside Hanshan City?" Han Xuefei laughed and swung the blade repeatedly as if it didn't matter, "What's the big deal about such a trivial matter?"
"Really?" Mie Canglan felt more and more weird. The Han Xuefei in front of him was indeed the person whose head was split open by him outside Hanshan City. He was not a substitute who looked similar. The boundary between life and death seemed to have been trampled by him, and he was so good.
Standing opposite him, he said cold words.
"I just tested your ability just now, and you really have the momentum to slaughter the sect." Han Xuefei's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he was ready to pounce on his prey like a hawk, "Master Mie Canglan, please come inside, my house
The master wants to see you very much."
"Your master?" Mie Canglan stood still, slowly raising his fingers wearing silver gauntlets, scratching his brows as if confused, showing a youthful and unruly air, "But I don't want to see you at all.
What should your master do?"
"What a powerful eloquence." Han Xuefei was not moved by Mie Canglan's sharp teeth at all. Instead, he nodded his head appreciatively, "It will be good for you to meet my master. Mr. Mie Canglan doesn't want to stay forever.
Are you bothered by the biting pain inside your body?"
"Well..." Mie Canglan's eyes shone coldly, and she felt her arm being pulled again and again by Qingluo. She raised her little face and looked at herself anxiously.
"What?" Qingluo tapped her feet anxiously, "Brother Canglan...are you injured?"
"I'm fine." Mie Canglan held down Qing Luo's petite body, gently put her hand to her lips and said, "A Luo, follow me and don't talk."
"Well..." Qing Luo didn't seem to believe that Mie Canglan was fine. She could clearly see the paleness between his brows. But she had no choice but to listen to her brother's words and cling to his side like a bird.
"Sure enough, it's your fault, right?" Mie Canglan raised his head and coldly looked at Han Xuefei and asked coldly.
"So for your own sake, please give Mr. Mie Canglan some face." Han Xuefei made a gesture of invitation, pointing his arm directly at the undercurrent of black water in front of him.
"Okay." Mie Canglan's tone increased, as if he was sounding a warning gong, "Your mysterious master, please don't play any tricks on me. Don't think that I am trapped by you now."
"Of course." Han Xuefei laughed loudly, his wolf-like gaze firmly embedded in Mie Canglan's body, "What kind of person is Mr. Mie Canglan? He can still escape unharmed after slaughtering a famous sect."
Qing Luo's face turned pale, and these words aroused a complicated surge in her heart. But seeing Mie Canglan take a step forward, she quickly pulled him and whispered, "Although brother doesn't let me speak... But Canglan
Brother, that water flow is very evil!"
"Everything here is very evil." Mie Canglan raised his eyebrows calmly, pulled Qingluo towards Han Xuefei's direction, "Don't worry, brother has his own way."
When Han Xuefei saw Mie Canglan standing on the bank of the water, he crossed his sword blades and hung the red bell stone at the intersection, as if he was secretly making some kind of magic shape. He saw the bell stone slowly rotating and rising.
, paused suddenly just above the black water, and then flew into the water with a splash.
The water splashed, and Mie Canglan knew that the water was full of ghosts, so he quickly took a step back to avoid the direction where the water splashed. However, it still caused a pain in his body. Mie Canglan frowned secretly, and his face became even colder.
A vortex of water swirled in the direction where the stalactite fell, with a conical shape in the middle that seemed to be infinitely falling, connected to some invisible abyss. Mie Canglan took a look and saw that Han Xuefei was still holding the invitation.
The action, "Destroy Mr. Canglan, please."
That action is as captivating as inviting people to jump off a cliff.
The feeling of bewitchment was a real hallucination. Mie Canglan felt that Han Xuefei was really performing some kind of witchcraft, and even his Dharma eyes felt vaguely shaking. But at the moment, he had no other choice but to use his troops to block the water.
When they came to Tuyun, Mie Canglan raised his chin and said coldly, "I don't know the way, so I have to lead you in front, right?"
"Still so unwavering..." Han Xuefei lightly bent his upper body, jumped high like a carp into the water, turned over and jumped into the whirlpool, instantly causing the water to spin more violently.
"It's okay, Ah Luo, follow me." Mie Canglan gently kissed Qing Luo, who had a pale face, on her forehead, picked her up and jumped, spinning her into the center of the vortex.
The fierce sound of water stopped instantly after engulfing Mie Canglan's figure. The water vortex quickly shrank, and finally turned into a piece of quiet stagnant water.
Mie Canglan jumped into the water but didn't feel a trace of water. It was as if he had entered a void where nothing existed. There was only a blur of gray light coming from the deepest depths in front of him. Han Xuefei's figure was walking in front of him as if he was stepping on the void.
His steps were misty, and his black clothes turned into flying smoke and kept moving away. There was always a red light swirling in front of him, which should be the stalactite shining stagnantly.
"Master Mie Canglan, you must follow me closely." Han Xuefei walked quietly, and suddenly smiled sinisterly on his side, "If I get lost, you will never be able to get out."
However, Mie Canglan pushed Han Xuefei's soft back with an unceremonious palm, "Stop being so nagging, and lead you well."
I saw a circle of black light spreading out like ripples where the palm fell. Mie Canglan suddenly retracted his hand, lowered his eyebrows and thought to himself, "This touch... is not flesh and blood at all."
When his heart was full of gloomy clouds, Mie Canglan's eyes suddenly lit up. The stagnant and narrow space suddenly opened up. The sudden change of space made him almost think he was hallucinating. Qingluo next to him tightened his grip on Mie Canglan's clothes.
Cang Lan knew that she had a premonition of something more profound and ominous, so he gently patted her shoulder to comfort her.
What I saw in front of me was an quaint palace, filled with solemn but mysterious dim firelight like an ancient sacrificial temple. Two neat rows of fire pillars burned quietly, reflecting the walls engraved with unidentifiable primitive patterns like a dying person.
As yellow as his face. A dark golden avenue extending in front of him was paved with yellowed copper bricks, narrowing from wide to a set of steps far away. There were two rows of seats on it, and a handful of wolf-skin-covered tables were placed at the top.
Big chair.
This structure is quite similar to the furnishings in the Qinglian Sect's Wentian Hall. Mie Canglan's eyes suddenly appeared in a trance, and he quickly pressed his brows to stabilize his mind. Looking back, he saw a huge empty door behind him, with no door panels, as if it were on the wall.
A square hollow was dug directly into the top, and a soft black light like a silent tide surged inside.
The low crackling sound of the fire kept lingering in his ears, but Han Xuefei, who was standing in front of Mie Canglan, stood still. Mie Canglan walked slowly to his side, looked around slowly and said, "Okay.
,What kind of mystery are you making?"
"Master, don't be anxious." Han Xuefei closed his arms, and the two blades smashed the bell stone in front of him, and the soft red fragments were all over the ground.
The broken pieces were gathered up evenly on the two blades, and he walked slowly and slowly towards the first fire pillar platform on the left.
Mie Canglan stared closely at Han Xuefei's back and saw him slowly pouring the powder from his hands between his fingers and slowly pouring it into the firelight. As the powder gradually poured completely into the firelight, he saw a piece of powder rising from the center of the flame.
The strange blue light was surrounded by a circle of misty white mist, rising upwards in the shape of a mushroom, becoming larger and larger as it dispersed.
"Master, our distinguished guests are here." Han Xuefei knelt down on one knee in front of the strange blue light and said respectfully.
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