Chapter 887, killing lake

In the eyes of Wang Yanyi, there is a hot light.
He looked at the cheekbones that stood neatly on the school ground, and sighed low.
"After all, the rain department has delayed the time, is it a late step?"
He looked at the sketched arch on the stone wall behind the torture platform, and the door panel was recessed inward. The milky white light was like a swarm of milk.
"The Gate of Heaven."
Still being opened?
Wang Yan walked down from the car and bowed to the shackles and corpses. Then he wore this blood coat and took a sword wound and walked toward the sketches on the wall.
"Are you going to rest and rest?"
Yunguang Shengnu couldn’t help it.
Wang Yan has a slight shape and said, "There is no time."
"Do you want to fight for the fairy tales?" Yunguang Shengdi opened again and said: "The people of all departments may have already entered. You have killed the monk of the rain department. It is already the enemy of the gods. less."
"Xianyuan?" Wang Yan looked back at the Yunguang saint and said: "Do you want to go too?"
Yunguang Holy Lady did not hesitate and nodded.
Wang Yan suddenly smiled mysteriously: "Do you know, what is the so-called fairy edge?"
A glimpse of the Virgin of the Clouds.
Wang Yan said: "If you want to go in, go in, but the next way, you go, I won't take care of you."
Yunguang Shengnvdao: "I have a question, especially want to ask you."
"What?" Wang Yan looked at her.
Yunguang Shengnvdao: "Why save me?"
"This is still worth asking?" Wang Yan said: "The rain is my enemy, my enemy kills you, of course I want to save you."
"But I am a man of the gods." Yunguang Shengdeo said: "The rain department is a member of the Ministry of God. From your perspective, shouldn’t it be an enemy?"
Wang Yan nodded a little and said: "This is what I want to ask you, why did the rain department even kill you?"
Yunguang Shengsi shook her head and said: "I don't know."
Wang Yan spread his hand and lost his interest in asking more questions: "I treasure it myself."
As he moved, he rushed directly into the sketch arch on the wall.
Yunguang Shengde stood alone for a while, collected her own chariot, and chose to enter.
What she thinks in her mind is the picture of Wang Yu’s single sword and the dead battle with the rain.
Before that, she never thought that a person’s battle could be forced to die to the extent that the whole rain department was killed by such a madman who never seems to fall. .
Why did Wang Yanyi save her?
Yunguang Saints did not want to understand.
But one thing can be decided, it is definitely not as simple as Wang Yanyi explained.
"No matter what else, advanced."
She also entered the door of the sketch on the wall.
In the milky white shroud, there is no obvious sense of time and space shuttle. The Yunguang saint only feels a flower in front of her eyes, and once she can clearly see things, she has reached a new environment.
It is similar to the world outside the door. It is still a group of palaces, corridors, and white marble carvings. It is beautiful and beautiful, and a long white corridor leads to the depths of the clouds.
Yunguang Shengqi did not see the figure of Wang Yanyi who had just entered.
Because there was only one road, she did not hesitate to follow the corridor and flew up.
Suddenly, the smell of blood floated.
The glory of Yunguang is instantly vigilant.
After a few steps, he saw a corpse, slanting down on the ground, with a handle built in the back, watching it wear, is a disciple of Lei, as if he was sneaked from behind and died.
Less than a hundred meters ahead, I saw three figures falling in a pool of blood, two ghost disciples, one of the gods of the fog, the traces of the battle, the ghosts and the fog Traces of the practice.
Is it killing each other?
The Cloud Light Saint is a little bit unbelievable.
In her heart, she remembered the so-called fairy edge, so she did not observe it carefully. She did not stop and continued to follow the white jade corridor.
But the more you go, the more you are scared.
Along the way, I encountered all the bodies.
The blood stained the white marble railing and paved the ground.
Unsurprisingly, she saw the bodies of the disciples and elders of the Yun Department. Among them were the people she knew, and those who did not know, and without any observation, they could be sure that these people were killed and killed.
In order to compete for the fairy tales?
When Yunguang’s saint saw a body that was so overwhelmed by her, she was finally sighed with a sigh of relief.
But she did not stop.
She began to worry.
Don't meet Master's body.
The white marble corridor is twisted and twisted, and it has been moving forward. However, in the void outside the corridor, there are terrible murders that cannot be crossed. Only the corridors are safe places.
As she moved forward, she felt more and more that there seemed to be a mysterious force in the front, calling for herself, making her go faster and faster, and there was a voice in her heart saying to her, 'again Hurry up, hurry up, otherwise, everything is taken away by others'.
She saw the body of the Thunder’s descendant, and then saw the body of the Lord of the Ghost...
These high-powered big men in the fairy goddess of the gods in the weekdays, like the wild dogs that were slaughtered on the side of the road, squinted and squinted in a pool of blood, and the vitality dissipated.
Before changing, the Yunguang Saints will definitely stop.
But now, she only has the feeling of 'anxious' in her heart.
She just wants to hurry, hurry, and hurry...
The white marble corridor finally came to an end.
She has seen no fewer than seventy or eighty bodies along the way.
At the end of the corridor is a blue lake, faintly seen, there is a multi-shaped rockery tens of meters high in the middle of the lake.
Xianyuan must be on the mountain.
There is no such suspense in the heart of Yunguang's sacred heart.
grab!
Be sure to grab this fairy.
The Sunshine Lady instinctively flies up and rushes out, and will cross the lake to board the rockery.
At this time, suddenly a figure flashed, and suddenly appeared from the side, holding her hand.
"dead!"
Yunguang's sacred heart screamed and screamed, and Yunguang stunned her fingers, and she repaired it with unreservedly toward the man's eyebrows.
"Yun, it’s me."
The familiar sound is heard.
"Master?"
The glory of Yunguang was suddenly shocked. Only then did he see that the person who took hold of himself was his own master.
"The lake is weird, don't go."
The singular beauty took the Yunguang saint and took a closer look. Suddenly, she was shocked and sorrowful: "You... Yuner, your face... Who hurts you?"
Yunguang Shengdeo: "The people in the rain department, however, they are all dead."
"The thief." The singer and the beautiful woman examined it carefully and found that the injury was not particularly fatal. This was a sigh of relief, but carefully observed the black scar on the face of the Cloud Lady, and the face was dignified. Also distressed, said: "It is the weak water sword wounded by the Lord of the Rain. You can rest assured that Master will find a way to cure your face."
In the heart of Yunguang's sacred woman, an indescribable irritability is raised. She resists not breaking free. Shen Sheng said: "Master, why did you stop me? Did you not want fairy tales?"
Xianqi Meifu said: "There is a big murder in the lake, and the Lord of the Thunder is buried in it. No one can go, you see there..."
She pointed to the right side of the corridor.
The Yunguang saint looked down and noticed that there was a very shallow white beach at the end of the corridor. It was previously hidden by the white water vapor. At this time, it was close to see the beach. On the top, there are more than a dozen people, including Li Mu, and Wang Yanyi who just came in.
But this is not the point.
The point is that Li Mu and others are all looking at a middle-aged man with a long white robe. Step by step, stepping on the blue water wave, walking towards the alien rockery in the middle of the lake, every step is very slow. And it’s hard work, it’s like a baby who just learned to walk...
"What are they doing?"
Cloud light saints.
At the same time, she found a strange sign. As long as I look at the alien rockery, the more I feel the irritability in my heart, the more difficult it is to suppress. The sound that drove her before and came here, deep inside, It is more and more clear.
What is there on this rockery?
In the heart of Yunguang's sacred woman, she was so curious that she walked toward the beach.
"Don't go, dangerous." Xianqimei woman took her hand and said: "Closed feelings, especially the rockery in the middle of the lake, don't look, otherwise..."
The voice has not fallen.
"Ah, no, I can't wait here, Xianyuan, I want a fairy... I can't miss this opportunity..." In the scream of madness, a figure jumped from the beach and desperately headed towards the lake. Fly over.
It is the ghost singer ‘ghost’.
The terrible thing happened.
Just crossed the waterline, a wave of fire came over, and the 'ghost' was photographed without any accident. This one-footed genius monk, who is about to step into the mysterious, is like a marshmallow falling into the water, melting instantly, bones. Absorb at a speed visible to the naked eye and blend in with the lake.
"what?"
There was a chill in the heart of the Cloud Lady.
What is this water? terrible.
"Don't step out of the corridor, you can't stand the temptation of the rockery, count the 'ghost' just now, and the number of people who died in the lake has exceeded twenty, including the head of the thunder. The of the gods, the white runner who walked on the lake, is a quasi-emperor."
Fairy and beautiful woman.
what?
Quasi-emperor?
The glory of Yunguang’s daughter slammed her head and her head almost burst.
These two words can be a bit too awkward.
"You look at the rockery, what is it like?"
The Yunguang saint observed carefully. At the beginning, her eyes were a little confused, but gradually, her pupils contracted. In the end, Huanren almost narrowed into a needle tip, which is a shock to the limit.
It turned out to be...
Fairy and beautiful woman said: "Yes, this is the fairy edge, such as the fake for the real fairy."