Bei Mingxun turned his head sideways and looked at the fallen angel who had spoken. His eyes, as deep as an ancient well, had a dark glow: "The third prison?"
"Hmm." The fallen angel sat up straight, with his slender legs half-bent, and held his chin with his fingers as if thinking deeply: "The intruder this time is quite interesting, and he can persist until now."
Bei Mingxun took a sip of tea and said nothing.
The fallen angel laughed and raised his thin lips slightly: "However, he can only break through to the third prison, because even if the archangel comes, he may not be able to break through that prison."
"Why?" Panni jumped down from the treetop, his red robe fluttering in the wind, and he was indescribably romantic and arrogant: "Isn't it the third prison? What's the difficulty? It's not me and Xun who are guarding it.
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The fallen angel glanced at him and narrowed his eyes meaningfully: "Fanny, don't underestimate the guardian of the third prison. Although he is not as capable as you, but no one who has entered that prison can.
Come out. The most profound part of this prison is... there is no way out."
"What do you mean?" Fannie frowned with thick black eyebrows, and confusion was written on his handsome side face.
The fallen angel stopped talking and just smiled at him. The smile was full of evil and playfulness.
Bei Mingxun lowered his eyes, and his thick eyelashes fell down, forming a thick shadow.
The third prison...
The extremely dark corridor was darkened by the flickering oil lamp.
Compared with the brightness of the previous two prisons, the light in this prison is very dark.
When we reached the center of the hall, it suddenly became bright.
In the gorgeous and ethereal palace, you can vaguely see the flowing water wall at the end. The clear water, with a bit of green light, pours down from the height.
Following the reliefs on the wall, there are patterns of countless angels flying.
They spread their golden wings one after another, lighting up the dark palace.
They smiled, with the grace of the stars in heaven and earth blooming on their faces, and devoutly put their left hand on their right shoulder, as if praying.
The golden light reflected the gorgeous light through the crystal, hitting Beiming Liancheng's black robe in spots.
His hands were still wearing those black gloves with a sense of abstinence, and the texture of the gloves made his hands more slender and stronger.
Nangong Baiye slept peacefully in her arms. Apart from the blood stains on her chest, she could not see any pain.
There was no sound in the hall except the footsteps of Beiming Liancheng.
It's like a holy place far away from the hustle and bustle, it looks so peaceful and peaceful.
There was just one point that made Beiming Liancheng frown slightly.
There is no door to this place!
A halo of light lingered around, and someone could faintly be heard singing.
The glass is all transparent, reflecting the residual red, and is within reach...
…
Far away, above the desert.
Bei Mingxun put down the blue and white porcelain tea bowl in his hand, glanced at Panni, whose head was full of mist, and said in a calm voice: "Think about it carefully, have you ever seen the guardian of the third prison?"
Fannie was stunned, and there was something strange in his evil brows: "It's really strange to hear you say that. We have been together for a long time, hundreds of years, and I have never seen him once. What about you?
Have you seen it?"
"No." The other fallen angel shook his head, looking up at the blood-red color in the sky: "So I say, he is not easy to deal with at all."
Fannie curled her thin lips: "What on earth is going on?"
"The guardian of the third prison does not exist at all." Bei Mingxun's expression was still as gentle as ever, but the coldness flashing deep in his eyes made it impossible for anyone to ignore it.
Fannie frowned: "It doesn't exist? How is this possible?"
"Oh, of course it is possible." Bei Mingxun raised his thin lips and said in a lukewarm tone: "As long as it is something that person wants to create, it will definitely exist."
Fannie's eyes flashed: "You mean, the guardian of the third prison is related to that person? No, isn't he in the seventh prison?"
"I'm just guessing." Bei Mingxunsu held the purple sand teapot beside him and clasped the handle with his slender fingers. There was no trace of emotion on his face: "After that holy war, his soul was divided into fragments and fell into pieces.
After entering the human world, his body slept forever in the Seventh Hell. But many gods of death said that his most complete spirit body did not exist in the human world. I suspect that his most evil soul actually stayed in the wilderness.
So even if we go to the human world, we can't feel any aura about him. Since he stays here, he must be protecting his body and waiting for the day when his spirit and body can be reunited."
Fannie's fingers were slightly stiff. He had always watched with a cold eye, and he had never thought so much.
Bei Mingxun lowered his eyes and continued: "The palace only appeared after he fell asleep. There are seven floors, and there will be a guardian on each floor. The guardian of the third prison also existed at that time.
None of us had seen him before. He has never shown his face since. Do you think such a coincidence is normal?"
Not normal.
It's not normal from beginning to end.
Maybe that person was planning to come back from the beginning.
In an attitude that no one could have imagined...rebirth!
However, what Fannie cares about is another thing. How powerful will that person's most evil soul be?
Such an unknown made him narrow his jewel-like red eyes. He looked at the palace not far away, and the deepest part of his heart was an emotion he didn't want to face...
clatter-
The sound of low footsteps echoed in the hall. Beiming Liancheng strolled in the center, not knowing any door, and even the outside of the windows was an illusion reflected in the glass.
Vaguely, a black shadow quickly passed behind him.
Beiming Liancheng's ear bones twitched and he suddenly stopped.
Not for anything else, just for the figure that appeared in front of him.
He wore a holy robe with elbow-length cuffs, revealing white gloves hung with silver chains. On his chest were several strings of gems, which would jingle softly when he leaned over.
There was a gold belt tied on his robe, which was mixed in the long hair of the same color and fell on his waist like water, making it as eye-catching as gold.
Behind him bloomed the beautiful six wings, which were the true holy light. Once unfolded, everything would lose its color.
His slender fingers stretched out from the piping cuffs and poked Nangong Baiye's face. A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, bringing out a sinister aura that did not match his face: "What a delicious soul..."
As he spoke, he stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked his thin lips: "Unfortunately, it's not finished anymore, but it won't affect her taste. I'm very happy that you can bring her back..."