Sweet Noble Heir

Jiang Wanbai was just thinking about it, and the voice of speaking again sounded from above, "it seems that there is no change..."

This time, the sound is obviously much closer, as if she is now compared to a hole, and the previous two sounds are like standing at a distance from the upper hole.

But this time, it was obvious that those people had come to the side of the cave and were looking inside with their heads down, so the voice of their voices came down directly.

But let Jiang Wanbai the whole person is frozen is that this time the sound is not only familiar, she has recognized.

It's the voice of elder martial brother.

After recognizing this voice, Jiang Wanbai naturally heard two voices. The first voice was Qin Heng, a young noble who turned to Buddhism. The second voice was the old Taoist who hugged the new nobleman when he was crossing the iron cable bridge.

Jiang Wanbai looks up and stares at the top. Her hand in the sleeve keeps tightening, forcing her to whiten directly.

After a while, Qin Heng's voice began to ring again. "Check the big array. Although it seems that there is nothing wrong with the big array, there must be a reason for the sound we heard and the scene we saw that day."

"I think Qin Daoyou is right. Let's go with Qin Daoyou." The voice of the Taoist priest followed and laughed a few times.

Jiang Wanbai just listen, can imagine Lao Dao's expression at the moment and Qin Heng must be extremely disliked.

She thought that she had begun to blur about the people and things in the 21st century, but now just hearing a voice, she could imagine the appearance of those people and their habitual expressions.

At a certain moment, Jiang Wan's tight hand in her white sleeve suddenly loosened. She opened her lips and finally called out: "elder martial brother!"

In the 21st century, the sun is shining brightly. At the top of a certain mountain, more than a dozen people are standing on the top of a mountain, surrounded by a big pit, looking down into the pit.

In the eyes of outsiders, it is an ordinary pit, but in the eyes of these people, what they see is a piece of blood mist.

After the discussion, they wanted to check the other array eyes. When they turned to leave, one of the middle-aged men in Tang costume suddenly stopped, frowned tightly, and turned to look at the blood mist.

"What's the matter?"

Others, aware of his movements, stopped and inquired.

"I just I think I heard the voice of my junior sister. " The man hesitated.

Other people listened, one after another, and then looked dignified. Qin Heng was still wearing a Taoist robe. However, he was wearing a custom-made suit with a big back, a peach wood sword on his back, and a cloth bag with eight diagrams on his waist. He said, "the fantasy we saw before is also related to Jiang Daoyou. Now we have found it, Li Dao You heard Jiang Daoyou's voice again. I don't think it's a coincidence. What do you think? "

Others looked at each other and nodded.

The old Taoist appeared hesitant. After thinking about it, he didn't hold back his mouth and said, "is Jiang Daoyou still alive?"

As soon as this was said, everyone was silent. When they thought of the scene when the demon subduing array was completed, they all saw Jiang Daoyou turn into a blood mist

The middle-aged man in Tang suit was even more red in his eyes. He fixed his eyes on the blood mist. He suddenly bit his teeth and walked forward a few steps, shouting: "younger martial sister? Is that you? "