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

Chapter 319 She's Almost Healed
is behind!
Shen Tangluo quickly looked back, and thousands of dark blue ice blades were reflected in his pupils without warning.

The originally calm and waveless sea broke through the underwater defensive barrier quickly and was pouring towards him.

In just a moment, Shen Tangluo's body was carried forward by the strong momentum, and shook a lot.

She frowned slightly, and while paying attention to the ringing in her ears, she took advantage of the momentum of the water to break through the water and directly penetrate the invisible wind barrier hovering around the ghost tomb.

The wind and fog confused the eyes, blocked the sight, and couldn't see anything clearly.

When she was able to open her eyes, the scene that greeted her eyes was completely beyond her expectations.

She originally thought that as far as she could see, there would be death and corpses everywhere.

There may even be souls who cannot break free from the grave.

Unexpectedly, in the ghost tomb, there are no ghosts and wild souls, but a grand scene of flourishing vegetation and the coexistence of all spirits.

Looking around, countless sea willows rise from the ground, forming an airtight cage.

The body of the sea willow exudes a black and green light, the rhizomes are exposed and twisted, and all kinds of strange-shaped deep-sea medicinal spirits are clinging around.

For a moment, it was like entering a dark forest that never sees sunlight all year round.

Just as Shen Tangluo was looking around, a chill suddenly hit his ankle.

She was startled inwardly, and she flew up suddenly, condensed the ghost blade with both hands at the same time, and punched out fiercely.

The tentacles wrapped around the upper ankle bone were broken inch by inch, and turned into flying ash in a short time.

Shen Tangluo raised his eyebrows, Hanqianhua was indeed hiding here.

The man-made medicine spirits are much more cunning than the natural ones, and it will inevitably take a lot of effort to deal with them.

It is not easy to find Hanqianhua's body from this sea willow forest.

This place is full of weirdness, she must be cautious.

Shen Tangluo summoned Wuying, held a three-inch long blue filament, threw it in front of its eyes, and said: "Go and find it."

As soon as the little guy appeared, his bright black round eyes instinctively looked towards Shen Tangluo's left cheek.

Seeing that the tulle was still there, the cloud-like body floated over, and the voice of the milk was mixed with a hint of grievance, and asked in frustration, "Master, can your face get better?"

Shen Tangluo looked at it indifferently, with a cold voice, "What do you think?"

The little guy groaned twice, thinking to himself, the master is the most beautiful woman in the six worlds, no matter what she becomes, she will never dislike her.

It puffed its cheeks, sealed its mouth consciously, and obediently leaned over to sniff the breath of Han Qianhua.

"Huh..." Wuying hesitated for a moment, his eyes widened, and he pointed at Shen Tangluo and called out: "Master, it's here!"

"However, there are still many souls under here." The breath of resentful spirits, it can't be mistaken.

Before the words were finished, Wu Ying flew down with a "swoosh", leaning on the rhizome of the sea willow and sniffing fiercely.

Hearing this, Shen Tangluo froze, and subconsciously clenched his hands, feeling a sense of uneasiness in his heart.

The evil spirit is the source of her ghost art, but why this time, she didn't notice the breath of the soul at all.

Outside the ghost tomb, it is clear that there is still a sense, but when it comes to this place, it can't be sensed anymore.

Her body, under Jun Yunsi's conditioning, is obviously on the verge of recovery.

How could this be?
Could it be that there is another mystery here, which cuts off her feeling from the breath of the soul?

Wuying flied for a while, then suddenly took a deep breath, and spewed out a green flame.

In an instant, all the Yaolings perched on the sea willows became restless and fled in all directions.

(End of this chapter)