The evil king protects the short

Chapter 627
The secret passage under the sea mentioned by the Dragon King goes directly to the Beiming Sea.

When Zong Zehong and his party returned to the surface of the sea, an unknown amount of time had passed, and the deep blue sea surface was silent in the darkness.

Under the night sky with sparse stars, breathing the fresh air and feeling the gentle sea breeze, they returned to the sea again.

"Oops! Our ship is still in Dragon Palace!"

Floating in the sea, Mo Yuan suddenly yelled that he was not good, and looked at Zong Zehong in surprise.

"What can we do?" Cang Yun raised his eyebrows, he couldn't move without a boat on the sea, and couldn't move an inch.

Looking at the dark night, Zong Zehong hugged Ni Ling tightly. Although the icy sea water is not bitter, it is still chilly. Looking around, the visibility is very low, "No matter what, find a place to go ashore first." It is also complete, and now it is just waiting to find the unknown boundary.

"The old man knows that there is a deserted island near here. Let's get on the old man's back first, and let's go there first."

Hearing the sound, the emperor tortoise had already unknowingly turned into a god tortoise, helping people to the end, that's what it said, but Zong Zehong and the others could feel that this "old tortoise" was no longer the same as when he first met. It's hard to deal with.

And at this moment in front of the entrance of the Holy Fragrance Valley.

The supremely beautiful man stood with his hands behind his back in front of the valley of holy fragrance filled with light fragrance, and stood there for a long time without saying a word.

Accompanied by Xuan Ling, the Dragon King was also silent, but would glance at the people beside him from time to time.

Whenever he came to the Holy Fragrance Valley, Xuan Ling would always stop.

The lavender pupils were clear and dust-free, almost cold, but the owner of the purple pupils was gazing at the entrance of the deep hole with ecstasy.

No one can guess what Xuan Ling is thinking...

Only the deep and far-sighted eyes looking at the entrance of the cave revealed a hint of information, that there is something worthy of this man's nostalgia in this place.

"A hundred years have passed, but the fragrance remains."

Just when the Dragon King wanted to make an excuse and wanted to leave first because he still had something important to do, Xuan Ling suddenly said such a sentence, which really shocked him.

"Eh?...Master Xuan Ling is referring to this fragrance of flowers?"

The cold purple eyes glanced faintly, and the mysterious spirit responded, and suddenly took floating steps and entered the Holy Fragrance Valley like a shadow. Between the white shadows, an empty and cold voice came into the Dragon King's ears: Waiting outside! Come on, no one is allowed to enter.

The delicate and beautiful fairy flowers everywhere, with the stepping of the mysterious spirit, the fragrance is everywhere, which is intoxicating.

The crescent brocade black robes dragged the floor, the silvery white hair fluttered slightly, the thin lips were tightly pressed, and the cold eyes looked at everything around, but at the moment of entering the illusion of water mist, the coldness like a thousand years of ice Gradually receding, the cold air around his body was dissipated in an instant, Xuan Ling was still Xuan Ling, but at the moment he was in the illusion of the Holy Fragrance Valley, he was less cold and ruthless, and more a little sad.

"Sheng Xiang, this deity has come to see you..."

The distant magnetic clear sound diffused in the illusion. With the reverberation of the voice, many transparent bubbles with visions appeared out of thin air in the realm transformed by water mist.

All the illusions are born of thoughts deep in Xuanling's memory, and they are fleeting.

But the past was vivid in his mind, but at this moment he was left alone, Xuan Ling.

Sitting on the supreme power in the Three Realms, one person is under one person and over ten thousand people, but the person he loves the most...is gone.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Xuan Ling caressed the flowers at her feet, muttering to herself in the illusion of water mist.

"I haven't visited you for a hundred years, will you be angry with me?"

(End of this chapter)