Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

This time, all the evil spirits that were surging into disasters were buried in the ground.

Yun Hai lost his vitality. He didn't change much in appearance, but it gave people a sense of instant wilting, probably because the vines on his body were withering rapidly.

Only then did everyone discover that those vines grew out of his heart.

They and Yun Hao should be symbiotic, and when he died, the vines were no longer alive. The few that were wrapped around Xiao Fuxuan's sword immediately loosened and retreated along the blade, becoming very shriveled.

Only the flower branch has not changed, the stem and leaves are still wrapped around Yun He's neck, and the flower firmly blocks Yun He's half-faced grimace.

Everyone was stunned as they did not expect Yun Hai to choose suicide.

Xiao Fuxuan drew his sword and stood up in silence, frowning slowly.

Wu Xingxue looked at Yun Hao's lifeless face, and after a long time asked in a low voice, "Are there any remnants of the soul?"

Xiao Fuxuan shook his head: "All souls are destroyed."

It was his sword that plunged into Yunhao's heart, and he knew best whether there was a remnant of a soul under the blade. He didn't detect the slightest bit, it should be that his soul was gone.

The vines scattered all over the body, and Yun Hao's body was also exposed, and a waist card was exposed from the black robe. Just based on that corner, someone recognized it—

Doctor Wusheng whispered, "That's my waist card."

The waist badge and sword hanging of the Hua family are all made of hibiscus and jade, carved with peach blossoms, which have a unique atmosphere in the immortal gates, and are really easy to recognize.

But this kind of waist card is also brought by the disciples of the Hua family. At the level of elders and sect masters, especially Yi Wusheng and Hua Zhaoting, they do not rely on waist cards to show their identity.

Unexpectedly, this person who has become a fairy and a devil will actually wear it until his death.

"Who carved the characters on this?" Wu Xingxue turned the waist card over and saw a slender word "Ha" on the back, "Have you been the head of your family?"

Doctor Wusheng shook his head: "No, it's the disciple's own handwriting."

Wu Xingxue: "That's the word for Yun Hai."

Doctor Wusheng: "Yes."

Wu Xingxue let out an "oh", thinking that it was right.

He had previously discovered that there were two layers of runes in the deep cave, and the handwriting on the upper layer was this slender type, which should have come from Yun Hai's hand.

In the blood mud under his left hand, everyone found the formation eye that suppressed the great formation.

There are two formation stones in the array eye, one has been broken into slag, and the other is placed later. There is a mark on the one placed at the back - the word "hear" which is exactly the same as the waist card.

Before, everyone wondered why the eyes of the formation that suppressed the great formation were so straightforwardly placed in the tomb in the center of the formation. Now that they saw the formation stones, everything was clear.

It was Yun Hai himself who strengthened and suppressed the great formation.

"This..." Yi Wusheng held the formation stone with a complicated expression. He couldn't tell if it was sighing or something else. Finally, he shook his head and sighed, and finally said with a light sigh, "It's a pity."

In fact, among the people present, Yi Wusheng should not have such a mood.

Because the mark on the back of his neck was given by Yun He, and his struggle and pain for more than 20 years also came from this.

Anyone can sigh at Yun Hao, except Doctor Wusheng.

Even if he drew his sword and vented his resentment against Yun Hai's body, no one would say no to him. But he didn't, and even sighed "unfortunately" at the demon.

Wu Xingxue looked at Yi Wusheng's scarred neck, and suddenly felt a pity.

He thought to himself, I don't know how much overlap between the past self and the doctor and Wu student of the Hua family. I don't think much of it, after all, one is a disciple of Xianmen, and the other is a devil.

what a pity.

Otherwise, it should be good to know such a person.

Doctor Wusheng squatted down and buried the formation stone back under Yun He's palm. After a while, the blood mud nearby was lifted a lot. He was about to cover the blood mud again when he was blocked by two fingers.

"Shangxian?" Yi Wusheng looked up and saw that the person blocking him was Xiao Fuxuan.

Xiao Fuxuan replied, "There is something."

I saw him swiping with his long fingers - the blood and mud were extremely thick, and there was no trace of anything else.

Everyone looked at each other, wondering.

Wu Xingxue bent down beside him and asked, "What?"

Xiao Fuxuan did not answer immediately.

Seeing that the search was unsuccessful, he simply slammed his fingers on the ground - Yun Hao's body did not move, but the blood mud on the ground shook violently, and the things deep in the blood mud were shaken up.

It was a touch of white, with a hint of warm and bright color under the dark soil. Wu Xingxue was most sensitive to that fineness, and at a glance he knew that it was white jade.

Xiao Fuxuan hooked his finger and hooked the thing out from under the bloody mud.

"Meng Ling!" Yi Wusheng blurted out.

It was a white jade bell, similar to the one from the Hua family. The jade surface is coiled with hollow filament patterns, which are very similar to the scabbard and mask of the Spirit King, and at first glance they belong to the same person.

With this dream bell in front of him, the Hua family's one really can't be regarded as a "true" word.

As Yi Wusheng had guessed before, Hua Zhaoting hid Mengling beside him, and the only thing he could do was to control his demons.

It is actually expected to find Mengling in Yunhe's tomb now, but Yi Wusheng really can't figure it out: "This... What does he want this real Mengling for?"

The use of Mengling is nothing more than dreaming, turning the past into a dream, or pulling people into a new dream.

Yun Hai didn't want to use Mengling when he was abolished, so why did he take it from Hua's house and use the fake Mengling as a cover, it was a lot of thought.

Is it

Changed your mind? Suddenly I felt that the days in this tomb were too difficult, even more difficult than a waste immortal falling back to the world, so I wanted to borrow a dream bell to ask for a big dream?

Wu Xingxue thought to himself.

But Yun Hai was dead. In Xiao Fuxuan's words, "the soul and soul are destroyed", so he could no longer answer this question, and Wu Xingxue had no way of knowing whether he guessed right.

He was in a trance when he suddenly heard a low voice: "Wu Xingxue."

Wu Xingxue raised his eyes.

Xiao Fuxuan stood up straight, his fingers hooked on the white jade bell and said, "Reach out."

"Huh?" Wu Xingxue questioned, and after a while, he opened his palm to him.

His palm became cold, and the dream bell lay in his hand.

In fact, he didn't remember anything, whether it was the Spirit King or Mengling. But at the moment when the bell fell in his hand, he blinked very lightly, and he actually felt a sense of long absence.

He dialed the white jade bell, and found that there seemed to be some cracks on the inside of the bell.

He squeezed the bell and was about to take a closer look, but some images flashed in his mind.

I heard Doctor Wusheng mentioned earlier that if you use the dreambell to pull people into a dream that was created, then you have to ask the dreambell to solve it, otherwise you will be lost or have unclear memory.

Right now, this dream bell seems to be detrimental, and he doesn't know how to solve it yet, but he already has a faint feeling.

Wu Xingxue twisted the dream bell with her fingers, trying to recall the fragment that just flashed by——

It must have been a cold night.

He did not know why he was standing by the door with his hands behind his back. He was holding something hard in his palm.

Xiao Fuxuan stood at the door, raised the curtain with his fingers, did not advance or retreat, and looked down at him with his dark eyes.

In the back is a huge courtyard with a towering giant tree hanging from snow.

He just held the thing in his hand like that and quietly confronted the person at the door.

After a long time, he tilted his head slightly and said, "Xiao Fuxuan, have you heard of Evil Demon Chongyu?

There was silence in the house.

Xiao Fuxuan still held up the curtain, and after a long time said, "I heard it."

Wu Xingxue was silent for a moment, and said, "Since you have heard of it, and you have chosen such a day, why... do you want to be the guest of the devil like me?"

After speaking, he turned his head and raised his chin towards the couch.

***

"..."

The picture with no beginning and no end was unexpectedly clear, and Wu Xingxue's fingers trembled at the phrase "guest of the curtain".

When he looked up, he saw Xiao Fuxuan's face again, which was exactly the same as the flashed memory.

Wu Xingxue stood calmly for a moment, and silently put Mengling back into Xiao Fuxuan's hands.