Nirvana's wife is too black

Chapter 267 Stairway in the Clouds, Spirit Temple

If you want to fight, it depends on whether she wants to fight with you!
The demons fell to the ground one after another, and finally Yu Zilan was the only one standing there, fanning his folding fan.

That gentle and jade-like appearance made Feng Wu squint her eyes, and smiled softly: "Sure enough, only the seventh junior brother knows me best, and knows that I will not take risks for no reason, so I must have taken the antidote pill a long time ago." ?”

Her soft words made Yu Zilan smile, spread her hands and said, "I've been with Junior Sister for so long, so I know it? I'm still used to calling you Junior Sister, don't you mind?"

Feng Wu shook her head.

The blood column in her hand was already close to the sky, and Feng Wu's face was like a transparent paper at this moment, looking pale and feeble in the sun.

"Do you mind." Feng Wu twitched the corners of her mouth: "Now I am Feng Qingwu from 1000 years ago, you can call me Third Senior Sister, why should I listen to Junior Junior Sister?"

"After all, it's better to be older than you, or younger than you, right?" Feng Wu raised her head and said again, looking at the sky without taking care of Yu Zilan's face.

Glancing sideways at Qin Chu, he opened his mouth and said two words silently: "Be careful."

Qin Chu was puzzled. Although she could understand the specific meaning of those two words, she didn't know what Feng Wu wanted her to be careful about.

"I don't want to hurt you, I just want to know if only reincarnation can meet the person you want to see?" Yu Zilan said hesitantly, but the words of the question made Feng Wu startled.

After hearing his words, Feng Wu glanced at him: "What? Who do you want to see? Dongfang Yan is dead?"

"No." Yu Zilan shook her head, gritted her teeth and couldn't help clenching her fists: "It's Ling Lan, I want to see her."

"Shang Linglan?"

What's up with her?
But what does this have to do with Yu Zilan?
Feng Wu frowned, she had lost too much blood and could no longer think about anything.

The blood column on the finger suddenly emitted a bright red light, the ground was stained red with blood, and the entire Kyushu Central Continent seemed to be rained with blood.

The pattering rain of blood fell on the ground, forming bloody lakes one after another.

In the distance, a floating island floated over, and a ladder descended from the island, as if welcoming the return of its owner.

"Yunhua Island?"

Yu Zilan exclaimed suddenly.

Feng Wu suddenly raised his head, and the island floating in mid-air, isn't it Yunhua Island?Isn't the falling ladder the same as the ladder in the cloud?

At this moment, Feng Wu finally felt something was different.

No wonder, when she set foot on the ladder in the cloud, she felt so much pressure.

Because from the very beginning, that was the Spirit Temple.

Stairway in the clouds, Yunhua Island.

Sparing a big circle, the Spirit Temple is always by her side.

A thousand years ago, a thousand years later.

"Hehe..." Laughing at herself, Feng Wu's lips overflowed with bitterness.

Who is it, who is playing tricks?
"This, is the legendary Yun Huazong?" Qin Chu said in disbelief, and he raised his legs and wanted to step up the stairs in the clouds.

But was blown back by a tuft of gentle wind.

Let her stand where she is.

"Spiritual daughter of the Heavenly Dao, swear by the blood alliance, the temple will return to its place." Slowly came from the stairs, like a Sanskrit voice.

"So you've been playing tricks on me?" Feng Wu looked at the stairs in the cloud, and said with a sarcasm, "Why, I'm back, don't you plan to come out to see me?"

"It's not that I don't see, but that I don't dare." A word suddenly came from the ladder in the cloud, and Feng Wu was so angry that he couldn't laugh or cry.

Looking at the stairs in the clouds, Feng Wu was speechless.

There are nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine steps in the entire ladder in the cloud, and each step has a level of heavenly pressure, but the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine steps still represent the incomplete heaven.

(End of this chapter)