The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 136 This is how the appearance is cultivated
Leng Wuyou turned her head away, her eyes fell on the tray on the table, and the brocade cloth was still covering it, her eyes flickered, the bone whistle gave her a very strange feeling, her eyes narrowed, After all, she still didn't move, she was worried that she would disturb the saint on the big bed.

Time is like running water, and the voice in my ear stops when the moon is in the middle of the sky.

Plop, plop, plop.

Three mummified corpses were thrown out from the bed. The saint's body was wrapped in thin white sand, her slender hands had distinct joints, and she slowly lifted the curtain.

A face was exposed, it was an old face full of grooves and wrinkles.

Then, Leng Wuyou watched helplessly as the wrinkles and ravines on that old face disappeared little by little, and in just one cup of tea, that face became smooth and tender, like an egg with its shell peeled off.

Leng Wuyou opened his eyes, and his heart was extremely complicated. It turned out that the appearance of the saint was cultivated in this way, absorbing the man's yang energy, well, inexplicably sympathized with the people in Huacheng.

During the previous period, Leng Wuyou had gone around the Holy Maiden Hall, but found nothing.

The Saintess Hall is very large, and it is all made of spiritual jade.

Even the Lingyu paved on the floor, and the bed, if she read it correctly, are also Lingyu. Lingyu is a kind of jade that can gather spiritual energy. A small piece of Lingyu can also fetch thousands of dollars at auction Eight hundred spiritual crystals, there are so many here, they are only used to build houses, Leng Wuyou looked at it and just wanted to say, rich people are really rich!

The saint walked down barefoot, Wushuang's face was sacred and dignified, if Leng Wuyou hadn't witnessed the previous scene with her own eyes, maybe she would have praised her, she looks good, but seeing the saint transform from an old lady into a noble goddess, Leng Wuyou Worry is that you can't give birth to any appreciation.

The saint is barefoot, moving lightly in lotus steps.

The slender fingertips picked up the brocade covering the tray, and threw the brocade on the ground casually.

Picking up the bone whistle placed on the tray, the saint played a few times in her hand, and suddenly smiled, her voice was soft and piercing, "Tomorrow is Love Festival!" With a wave of her hand, the clothes on the screen were automatically put on. On her body, she turned around and tapped her fingertips in the air, and the four mummified corpses on the ground spread out like sand.

In the dark corridor, only a few fluorites on the wall exude a warm yellow light.

The holy maiden's jade feet are hanging in the air, winding down the stairs step by step.

The long stairs lead to the depths of the ground, the walls on all sides are somewhat damp, and occasionally the ticking sound of water droplets can be heard.

tick, tick

The saint walked down the last step, and a stone door appeared in front of her.

Leng Wuyou has been following the saint carefully all the time. At this moment, she is more than ten meters away from the saint, so she can't get too close. This saint is very vigilant. If it wasn't for the ring given by Jun Moyuan, the rune alone might be the most important thing. Can't hide it from her.

The divine sense of the saint swept over Leng Wuyou, and Leng Wuyou held her breath.

The saint's brows were tightly frowned, she was a little restless, she always felt that there was a pair of invisible eyes staring at her in the dark, she scanned it once with her spiritual sense, but she was still a little worried, so she scanned it again and found that there was indeed nothing abnormal, She breathed a sigh of relief, "It should be because of the Love Flower Festival that I feel wrong!"

Shaking his head, no more thought.

Stretching out his right hand and pointing his finger like a knife, he slashed across the palm of his left hand, a hideous wound was torn apart, the blood that flowed out was purple, and the strange blood had a greasy sweet smell, which made people smell the brain. Enlightenment.

Leng Wuyou frowned, why is this blood so poisonous, could it be that she is a poisonous cultivator, that's wrong, she didn't feel the aura belonging to a poisonous cultivator in her body, this is so weird!
The saint pressed her palm on the stone gate, and the blood seemed to be drawn by a force, forming a pattern on the stone gate.

It was an eye, purple-black, without pupils, only thick purple churning in the eye socket.

(End of this chapter)