011 dependence buckle

The quartz flew around, and the strength of Sun Zhangmen was just right. The quartz on the stone slab was smashed by this sword and turned into crystal all over the sky, sprinkled everywhere like stars. He took off his sword and stroked the mysterious pattern on the slate with his trembling hands. A trace of airflow gave him a numbness. He was sure that the slate was a mechanism. He took a long breath and carefully entered Zhenyuan into the slate.

"Kka." It seemed that the voice from ancient times echoed in the empty hole, which was unusually loud. At the same time, Yang Zifan felt as if some mysterious power was about to come out. His keen five senses felt it, and his heartbeat accelerated in bursts. This feeling is very bad. It's a dangerous signal. He shouted, "Don't open it."

However, Sun Zhangmen would not listen to him. Under the urging of his Zhenyuan, there was a cloud-like fog, and in the fog, "Kka." With a sound, the stone slab cracked from the middle, and something slowly rose from the ground. More cloud-like fog began to appear in the cave, and then there was silence in the cave.

Because something rose under the slate, it was a beautiful woman. She was dressed in a noble palace uniform, and her arm was slightly red. Along the arm, a crystal mask covered her face, but no matter from what position, even if there was that mask on her face, Yang Zifan felt it. I felt that this woman was so beautiful that she didn't want to look away at a glance, but unfortunately her eyes were tightly closed. Yang Zifan hoped that her long eyelashes could move and let herself see those dreamy eyes.

The crystal mask reflected the crystal luster under the support of the cloud-like fog. Four people in the field looked at the woman in a daze, and all their eyes focused on the crystal mask.

Mshang Sun stretched out his hand tremblingly and said, "It turned out to be a dependence buckle, a dependence buckle!" He was very excited, and his voice trembled in the hole, one after another.

"Beauty Palace, immortal meteorite, relying on the buckle, three lives." He said, as if the edge buckle was a thing with a story. Yang Zifan didn't know what it was. He looked sideways at Si Nan Xiaoxiao and found that he swallowed his saliva and stared at the edge buckle. So he whispered, "Hey, Si Nanxiao, what is relying on the edge buckle?"

Si Nanxiao withdrew his eyes for a long time and despised him and said, "There was a legend that there was a place in the world called the Beauty Palace, which was a place where immortals could fall. It is famous for its rich beauty. If the man who is lucky to meet this place, he has not arrived. The level of great magic power will sink because of their beauty, and then the women in the Beauty Palace are also faced with a serious problem because of this - true love is hard to find, so the Beauty Palace mobilized all the connections to be the most beautiful women in the palace and used almost two-thirds of their property to make a mask. I hope to find their true love and call it Yiyuankou. It has the ability to see through the image of the three fates. These three images are the fate of the third generation. Only those who are predestined can reveal him, and the person who uncovers it is his partner. I didn't expect that the legendary thing really existed.

After hearing this, Yang Zifan shook his head and said, "What's the big deal about a woman wearing a mask?"

After hearing this, Si Nanxiao almost cursed in a low voice: "You fool don't know anything. The beauty palace is a place where immortals are jealous. The mask not only has the ability to see through the fate of three lives, but also has the strong power to confuse all sentient beings. If I guess correctly, the illusion outside, Luo Shangshang, are affected by it. A treasure that no one controls can affect such a wide range. Think about how capable it is.

The white shadows, ants, countless ghosts, the legendary beauty palace treasures and the mysterious gray land that monks can't resist. What kind of existence are you? Yang Zifan was amazed after listening to Si Nan's small introduction and became more curious about the Lingxi School.

"Look, something is going to happen." At this time, Si Nan's small voice interrupted his thinking. Yang Zifan looked at the stage and saw that Jiang Cheng, who had been watching Luo Shang, quietly touched behind Sun Zhangmen. Sun Zhangmen was completely fascinated by the mask and did not notice any movement behind him.

There was a trace of murder on Jiang Cheng's face, and the flying sword poked into Sun's body fiercely. Yang Zifan looked at this scene in surprise. He didn't know why Jiang Cheng suddenly changed his mind.

Sun Zhangmen was pierced by a flying sword. He looked at the flying sword through his heart in horror and looked back at Jiang Cheng behind him in disbelief. He never expected that Jiang Cheng would do it. In horror, a red light burst out on Jiang Cheng's body and slapped Jiang Cheng. Jiang Cheng sprayed a mouthful of blood on Sun Zhangmen and did not let go. Instead, he tightly hugged the flying sword in Sun's hand and pulled out the blood splashed all over the ground, poked in again, hit the door of Sun's palm twice in a row and sprayed blood and roared, and suddenly grabbed the leaning buckle. I don't know where the power came from, and fell down again. Jiang Fei finally did not support it. The sword was raised high by him and sprayed a mouthful of blood, like a pile of mud falling into the pool of blood.

The mask was taken off, and Yang Zifan was finally able to see the beautiful woman's face, but this look almost scared him. He only saw the face of a man behind him, which was very unexpected. When he turned his head, Si Nan Xiaoxiao also turned his head and looked incredible. They were completely Unexpectedly, after such a beautiful shadow, it turned out to be a man. For a moment, he only felt like swallowing a fly, which was very disgusting.

Sun Zhangmen was pierced through his heart by a flying sword, but he was still not dead. He gasped, and his throat sounded like a big hole. He desperately resisted the blood gushing out of his mouth again. His right hand raised it with difficulty. The original crystal clear edge buckle had been stained red by blood, and he slowly took his last breath. He brought the edge buckle to his face.

At this time, Yang Zifan's body loosened, and the yellow rope was scattered on the ground without power support, and so did Si Nanxiao. Yang Zifan looked at the bloody platform and sighed, "Why is this necessary? A treasure, put together like this.

Just as Yang Zifan sighed, Si Nan put his finger on his lips with a nervous look and motioned not to speak: "Listen." Yang Zifan listened. There was a baby-like cry from far away from the cave. The sound was getting closer and closer. It was clearly a gloomy sound. For a while, the two were so scared that their lips were dry, and they quickly took out the real candle. Yang Zifan also whispered Xiao Shuo in the ring, but unfortunately it huddled in it and could not come out.

"Escape!" Si Nan Xiaoling held the unconscious Luo Shangshang in his white clothes and took Yang Zifan to escape again. Unfortunately, the yin spirit came very fast and rushed in almost only between breathing. The two quickly fell to the ground and raised the Zhenyuan candle high hoping to avoid the attack of the yin spirit with the light of the Zhenyuan candle.