Purple Smoke Hall lives up to its name, the walls and ceiling inside are all purple.
Yun Luoxue originally thought that it was located deep in the dense forest and was the only palace in the Unparalleled Hell. It should be very cold and dangerous inside.
Who would have thought that this place would be like a dreamy and blurry purple world.
The walls were covered with murals, and the murals were carved with all kinds of magical beasts in different postures, and most of them were types of magical beasts that Yun Luoxue had never seen before.
The carvings are so lifelike, as if they are really possessed by them, just waiting for a command to come back to life.
The spiral staircase leads to the second floor. Qianmo Qingcheng holds Yun Luoxue and slowly stands in the main hall.
In the center of the hall, there is a purple carved crystal chair, with a white tiger skin spread on the chair. It looks like a king's throne, looking majestic and domineering.
Yun Luoxue was just about to ask Qianmo Qingcheng who the owner of that chair was.
Unexpectedly, a sweet laugh suddenly came to mind. The laughter was like a silver bell, crisp and sweet, hovering in the entire first floor of the hall, instantly breaking the confusing atmosphere.
Qian Mo Qingcheng narrowed her eyes slightly and pulled Yun Luoxue closer to her. Her violet-like eyes stared closely at the crystal chair, as if the owner of that chair was the owner of this laughter.
A purple halo gauze is draped over a woman's body like the clearest water in the world. Her purple hair rises without wind, revealing her jade lotus-like arms. There are purple ribbons wrapped around her arms, which are obviously purple.
There was no wind in the Yan Palace, but the gauze on the woman's body and the purple ribbon on her arms were as light as fairy feathers, fluttering, and she looked so beautiful, like a born fairy, a fairy in purple clothes.
The woman was lying on her back on the purple crystal chair. She had a pair of charming red phoenix eyes, a voluptuous figure, and a bright and charming cheek. She looked elegant and charming. The woman in purple raised her eyes and looked at the man in purple robe in front of the palace door.
The laughter became clearer and sweeter, like pearls falling to the ground, crisp and clear, "Qianmo Qingcheng, what kind of wind is blowing today, it actually brought you here."
The woman was so polite in her speech, not only could she call her by her first name when facing her from a thousand strangers, but she would also treat her with familiar politeness.
Qianmo Qingcheng is obviously very familiar with the way the purple-clothed woman talks.
At that moment, he said with an expression on his face: "The upper hand."
Yun Luoxue raised her slender eyebrows slightly, glanced at the woman in purple, and then looked at Qianmo Qingcheng beside her. Doubts suddenly arose in her heart, Qingcheng knew this woman in purple? And who was this woman in purple?
Why did she feel that the woman in purple looked at Qianmo Qingcheng with a look of closeness and admiration?
When the woman in purple heard that Qianmo Qingcheng said the word "shangfeng", her laughter suddenly stopped, her charming expression suddenly became stiff, she squinted her beautiful eyes, and her eyes were filled with light. There are two floors in the Ziyan Palace, and "shangfeng" means "shangfeng".
Second floor.
And she knew that there was one thing on the second level that could attract thousands of people.
However, she couldn't understand why Qian Mo Qingcheng made the purpose of this time so clear without caring about her thoughts.
Why couldn't he just say it was just to see her?
After all, she was also infatuated with him.
He suddenly turned his gaze to Yun Luoxue, who was beside Qian Mo Qingcheng. He remained motionless, his eyes scanning every part of Yun Luoxue's upper and lower body like a scanner, and finally stopped at where the two of them were holding each other's hands.
hands.
The look of contemplation suddenly became a little sharp, and it just passed by in a flash, but it did not escape Qianmo Qingcheng's purple eyes.
The beautiful voice rose again, and the woman in purple held her chin with her slender white fingers, looking at Qianmo Qingcheng with hot eyes, her red lips slightly opened, and at that moment, she was full of charm: "Qianmo Qingcheng, who is she?"