The devil concubine ghost vine is in hand, she doesn't raise it if it's not a beast

Chapter 143 Suppressing evil spirits, souls under the tower

At this time, Fuyuan Pagoda, under the underground palace.

After Shen Tang fell through the temptation just now, he knew it in his heart.

The wall in front of him is just an illusion created by enchantment.

A look of frivolity flashed across her indifferent little face, and she didn't take this enchantment to heart at all.

All barriers in the world, once they touch her ghost dream space, can be broken with one blow.

Just like in the Lingmai Grand Canyon, the physical enchantment that Fu Ge trapped her was the same reason.

Sure enough, as expected, the ghost vine strangled the vine.

This delicate and solid wall surface seemed to be corroded by something terrible. In an instant, it turned into wisps of white mist, smashing into pieces in the air.

After a burst of white mist dissipated, before Shen Tangluo could see the scene in front of her clearly, her brows furrowed fiercely, and she couldn't help taking a big step back.

An oppressive and suffocating breath of death permeated the surroundings, and the cold air seemed to break free from its shackles, rushing out impatiently.

Shen Tangluo's small face was condensed, he raised his hand and waved it away, and the moment he raised his eyes again, a touch of shock slowly appeared in his usually calm peach blossom eyes.

For a moment, the feet seemed to be filled with lead, and they were so heavy that they could not be lifted.

For some reason, subconsciously, seeing the scene in front of her, she felt an incomprehensible sense of bewilderment from the bottom of her heart.

After the barrier was broken, a huge blue palace appeared in front of my eyes.

It is not at all the darkness that the underground palace should have. It seems to have been infused with spiritual power. It is as bright as daylight and beautiful.

The floor is paved with gray and white stone steps, with clear lines engraved on it, solemn and solemn.

In the center, on a five-meter-high round platform, there is a white square ancient well with its mouth flush with the ground and about 200 meters wide, occupying most of the palace.

Around the ancient well, there is a round golden tripod engraved with the pattern of gods and beasts.

On the ground of the round platform, every few steps, there is carved a totem of Pixiu (pí xiū) with deep lines to ward off evil spirits.

The most astonishing thing is not the structure of the ancient well, but the thick spiritual power lingering above the huge mouth of the well.

Illusory blue awns rose from the ground in all directions, and within a silver instrument shaped like a crescent moon, an ice-colored crabapple flower slowly turned, and several evil-suppressing stones of different heights floated in the void.

From nowhere, the sound of wind blowing bells was faintly heard.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Wuying's eyes were wide open, his face was full of excitement, and he didn't notice that something was wrong with Shen Tangluo.

Its small body bounced twice on Shen Tangluo's shoulders, and rushed over like an arrow off the string, floating back and forth, "Master, this place is so beautiful, it's much prettier than my ghost dream!"

Wuying is a ghost transformed by ghost magic, and it is too familiar with the evil spirit gathered by the unjustly dead souls.

It dares to be sure that there are at least hundreds of dead souls hidden in it.

The reason why they didn't come out to make trouble was probably because they were suppressed by something powerful.

However, what surprised Wuying to the extreme was that it didn't expect that the faint breath it smelled would become so deep and strong after the barrier was broken.

It seems that it is still restless.

Wuying was still just floating outside the round platform, and couldn't help but sigh, "Master, many people died here, and the evil spirit seems to come from that beautiful well."

Shen Tangluo pursed her lips, her complexion gradually became solemn, and her hands were silently clenched.

Her thin and slender body still stood upright, motionless, with a sense of coldness all over her body, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she looked at the ice-colored crabapple flowers spinning in the magic weapon.

No need for Wuying to say more, Shen Tangluo already knew what the breath that rushed to his face just now meant.

This place is the place where the bones are buried, and there are many dead souls who are extremely hostile and cannot escape.

Unexpectedly, so many people were buried under the Fuyuan Pagoda where she lived for ten years.

Back then, when Shen Qianyan stayed here, did she know?
Shen Tangluo clenched his fists, suppressed the discomfort in his heart, and said coldly: "Wu Ying, come back."

(End of this chapter)