Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 1292 Shaoyi.

"I think as long as there are no zongzi, everything will be easy." Sang Ling's words had a lot of meaning. As expected, it was useless for her to come here, and everything depended on Fu Yuejun.

Somehow, they have been drawn here by something.

Fu Yuejun glanced at Sang Ling, and couldn't deny her words. She looked up at the consciousness in front, and asked lazily: "Palace Guardian, what's the name of your master?"

"Shaoyi!"

The conscious body said the name respectfully, with respect and fear in its tone.

When Fu Yuejun heard the word Shaoyi, something seemed to rush out of his chest, but it was only a momentary feeling.

She lowered her eyes and read out the name in a low voice: "Shaoyi, Shaoyi..."

I seem to have heard it somewhere.

Sang Ling didn't speak, remembering that the last king of Dian was Chang Qiang.

Although every king of Dian was the same person, the temple guard at that time was from the same time as Chang Qiang, and the name he said should be Chang Qiang.

When the consciousness saw Fu Yuejun say this name, he was so excited that he danced up and down in the air: "Shaoyi is the first patriarch of the clan, and he is the person closest to the gods."

It was the most supreme belief of the Yiling tribe.

"Ahead is the master's tomb."

The conscious body brought the three of them to a dark gate, with a sad voice, and then disappeared in place shaking their bodies. The three looked at the gate about ten meters high.

The gate did not know what kind of metal it was made of. The three of them only felt that there was an ancient aura of tens of thousands of years of vicissitudes deposited on it, and there was a noble and solemn aura that could not be desecrated.

There was nothing on the pitch-black door, and Sang Ling slapped her forehead angrily: "If I knew it, I wouldn't let him run so fast. There is no crack in this door, how can I open it?"

But now, that conscious body has disappeared without a trace, no matter what Sang Ling calls him, he won't come out.

For some reason, when Fu Yuejun looked at the mysterious palace door, his eyes gradually lost focus, and he unconsciously raised the soul lamp in his hand, and then let go.

The exquisite soul-inducing lamp floated in mid-air, and the light blue flame emitted a soft light, covering the space.

The soul-inducing lamp slowly rotated in mid-air, and suddenly a golden light shot out from inside, obliquely shooting into the palace door.

I saw that the gate of the palace was like a calm lake, suddenly a stone was thrown into it, there was a burst of turbulence, and then the whole gate disappeared like ice and snow melting.

It revealed the appearance of the palace.

The three of them were completely stunned by the sight in front of them.

This place is completely another world, not like an ordinary palace. When they first saw it, everyone could smell a faint fragrance, and then saw a colorful glow.

When the rays of the sun dissipated, the three of them couldn't help gasping. At that time, they felt that the palace was very majestic and magnificent when they were outside, but it was far less shocking than it is now.

This is a crystal palace, like an ice sculpture, everything inside is made of transparent crystal, and the entire space is shrouded in mist.

But several people subconsciously felt that this mist should be the aura of heaven and earth.

The interior of the hall is well-arranged. There is a huge pool in front of it, and a long bridge leading to the depths of the hall in the middle. The pool is full of demon red flowers.

Those other shore flowers loomed in the mist, mysterious and unpredictable.

Fu Yuejun frowned slightly, and kept looking at the demon flower. This flower was so similar to the Manjusawa she saw on Huangquan Road back then, yet so different.

(End of this chapter)