"What's the situation in Zizhen now?" asked Weisheng Mo Ran.
Li Tianming smiled, without answering, but said, "Go back to the room, continue to cultivate sentiment, and dance for me."
Wei Sheng Mo Ran's pretty face turned slightly red, and she glared at him gently: "Why are you, the emperor, thinking about having fun?"
"Don't talk nonsense. I usually practice too hard, so I have to relax." Li Tianming's voice was filled with a hint of teasing.
"Are you sure that your cultivation with the three of them is hard? Isn't it the same thing?" Wei Sheng Mo Ran's tone was a little funny.
"Stop." Li Tianming's voice was filled with a smile.
...
Huan Jingyuan was dizzy all the way, and his heart was full of thoughts. He had nowhere to go, and the last thing he went to was the location of the transformed barrier, and he came to the vicinity of that node. He looked at the divine patterns in front of him, silent, and a trace of helplessness and struggle flashed in his eyes.
"It's a pity that I can't go back to Hunyuanji. Ask Taiyu Huangting why he did this!" He murmured in a low voice, with a hint of unwillingness and helplessness in his tone.
well!
Apart from sighing, I can only sigh.
"Why didn't Huang Yuan receive the transmission stone?" Huan Jingyuan put away the transmission stone and continued to sigh: "I guess he was angry with me. Xiao Ran is right. I am indeed standing opposite to Master Shaoqing in this matter, and I am indeed a mantis arm to be a chariot."
leave?
Don't care about anything?
Huan Jingyuan is also thinking about this choice. He faces three choices in total.
First, offering micro-generated ink is equivalent to standing on the side of Lord Shaoqing, and agreeing with the tomb of the Slaughter of the Gods.
Second, leaving is equivalent to abstaining.
Third, it is better to die than to offer sacrifices, but to stand with the Micro-God Mo Ran and the Tomb of the God.
At present, the third item is definitely not available. Weisheng Mo Ran asked himself to choose second, while Huang Yuan asked himself to choose first.
Huan Jingyuan was struggling for a long time, and finally sighed: "Forget it, look back, there is still time."
"There's no time."
At this moment, an extremely gloomy voice sounded from all directions, as if seeping out of the void, with a creepy chill.
This sound was obviously made by several people mixed together, like the whispers of countless ghosts, gathering into an invisible pressure and pouring into the ears of the Phantom Mirror.
Huan Jingyuan was stunned for a moment, and his heart suddenly tightened, as if he was clenched by an invisible hand. His breathing suddenly became rapid, and a fine cold sweat oozed out of his forehead. He subconsciously clenched his fists, his nails embedded deeply in his palms, trying to use pain to keep himself awake.
"What's going on?" he murmured in a low voice, with a hint of trembling in his voice.
He suddenly looked up and looked around, but found that he had fallen into a purple sea at some point. The sea was boundless, and the sea water was deep purple, with turbulent waves, as if life was churning. In the sea water, six huge purple humorous pupils slowly emerged, each of which was as dazzling as the scorching sun, emitting a cold and strange light, staring straight at him.
"Death God Group?" Huan Jingyuan was stunned for a moment, then her face changed drastically, and a hint of horror flashed in her eyes.
He stared at the six huge purple pupils, with a hint of trembling and anger in his voice: "When did you come to the God Tomb? I am the Lord of the Realm God Tower and the son of Grandma Huanque! I am currently being ordered by the Shaoqing of Tianyu Temple to do my business. Why are you surrounded me?"
His voice echoed in the purple sea, looking particularly lonely and helpless. However, the six purple pupils did not respond at all, and they were still staring at him coldly, as if they were watching a dying an ant.
"I asked them to surround me." A blazing voice sounded behind the Phantom Mirror, with an irresistible majesty and coldness in it.
The moment Huan Jingyuan heard this sound, his heart beat wildly, and an extremely ominous premonition surged into his heart.
He slowly turned around and saw the handsome middle-aged man in a black and golden robe, Si Shenyang, standing between two of the purple pupils, looking at him coldly.
"Sir Shaoqing! You, what do you mean..." Huan Jingyuan's voice trembled slightly, his eyes full of confusion and fear.
Si Shenyang glanced at him coldly, his lips raised slightly, and a sarcastic smile appeared. He suddenly sneered: "I can't tell, you are still a love species."
Hearing this, Fantasy Mirror Yuan was immediately struck by lightning, and his whole body was frozen in place, as if he was poured from head to toe by a basin of ice water.
His face turned pale in an instant, his lips trembled slightly, and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes.
"The word love is related to micro-generated ink Ran, and once it is related to micro-generated ink Ran, it means that I have been exposed." Huan Jingyuan was confused in his heart, and he was thinking about countermeasures quickly in his mind.
Although I don’t know why it was exposed, Huan Jingyuan quickly explained: “Sir, I misunderstood. You should be talking about Xiao Ran? Mainly when I came here, my mother repeatedly told me that Xiao Ran is a barrier genius who is very useful to Taiyu’s future and asked me to do my best to protect it. Therefore, there is a mistake in the barrier, and we think it is my responsibility. During this period, Xiao Ran and I have tried our best to repair that node.”
There was a hint of pleading in his tone, trying to use these words to cover up his panic in his heart.
Si Shenyang sneered, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes: "It's now, why don't you tell the truth?" He shrugged, with a playful tone, "Huang Yuan tells us everything, Huan Jingyuan, you are a Hunyuan clan, you are a licking dog for a foreign race, unrequited love, and you really lose all the face of your World God Tower."
"Huang Yuan..." When Huan Jingyuan heard this name, it seemed as if the whole world had collapsed. His mind was blank, and his heart was filled with incredible and despair.
He couldn't understand why Huang Yuan betrayed him... There was no reason! Is he doing it for his own good?
"Huang Yuan, where is others? I can confront him!" Huan Jingyuan said quickly, with a hint of anxiousness and anger in his voice.
Si Shenyang sneered, raised his hand, and a handful of ashes sprinkled on the Huan Jingyuan, and said lightly: "It has turned into ashes."
"Uh..." Huan Jingyuan stood there, and the man was already stupid. His eyes were filled with shock and despair.
Perhaps before this moment, he thought that the choice Si Shenyang gave him was a part of scaring himself. He was the official of Taiyu Huangting. Why should he kill him? But now, when Huang Yuan has turned into ashes, everything is clear.
Huan Jingyuan was quite quick to react, his heart was beating wildly, and he realized that this mission was absolutely extraordinary. So he knelt down and said in a hurry: "Sir Shaoqing! I know I was wrong! I was just impulsive before, and now I am in a difficult situation. I planned to confess to you and cooperate with you to catch Xiaoran, but I didn't expect Huang Yuan..."