Rebirth ability: Mr. President, please accept the move

Wei Ying smiled silently and continued to lead the way.

Shen Ling pulled Zhao Bohan, not to let him get too close to Wei Ying.

It seems that my man has guessed Yan Luo's identity. If this strange sword has been in the hands of female Yan Luo, then this female Yan Luo is nothing more than the sorcerer who taught Meng Yichen, or the Fu family's The ancestor You Zixin.

If it's the latter, maybe my identity can be a little closer, but if it's Meng Yichen, I don't know him at all, how should I deal with it?Shen Ling didn't think she had any good luck. There was at least a 70% possibility that this female Yan Luo was Meng Yichen.

"What should we do now? We're going to see Hades. How do we get out of here?" Shen Ling said.

"Before you see Granny Meng, don't say anything, don't think about anything, and we'll just stay together." Zhao Bohan squeezed her palm tightly.

This place is not something you can escape with a good effort, as long as you don't separate, there is still hope.

Contrary to Shen Ling's imagination, there was no one in the hall, and there were no monsters, ghosts, snakes, or black and white impermanence, let alone the oil pan, iron chains, and huge instruments of torture imagined in his mind.There is not even a single decorative painting on the walls of the entire hall, and there are huge beams and columns of coiled dragons leading to the magnificent dragon seat in the center, which is monotonous and deserted.

The ground is clean, as if looking at the ground lit by candlelight, you can still see your own reflection.

"Hiss—!" The voice was crisp, and a black dragon robe fluttered past in the distance, and he landed on the dragon seat in the center of the hall, covering the brilliant light of the golden wall. Shen Ling felt his hand was empty , the strange sword was taken away by someone, and it shone brightly.

The buzzing light faded away, and there was a long-haired woman on Shen Ling's right, who was holding the strange sword in her hand and chuckling, her eyes were deep and all on the strange sword, "I haven't seen the cold light sword for a long time. Where did you get it? Can you pick it up?"

"It was given to me by a ghost."

"Oh," the woman suddenly put away the sword glow, "Then I have to thank you, this is my sword, thank you for bringing it to me."

Shen Ling was very curious about the woman's appearance, but when she fixed her eyes on the face of this female Yan Luo, she found that her face was covered with mist, except for two big, translucent and beautiful eyes, it was impossible to see her facial features clearly.

Is she Meng Yichen, or You Zixin?

"Qin Yi gave it to us." Seeing this, Zhao Bohan hurriedly explained the origin of the strange sword. Of course, he would not say that the sword had always been in Fu Xin's hands, but he brought the ghost that Shen Ling talked about with him. come out.He also couldn't judge the identity of this female Yan Luo.

"Oh... Got it." The woman said lightly, "Since you are underground, you should take care of yourself first."

The woman's words were impeccable, and people still couldn't guess. Seeing her walking away slowly, Shen Ling approached her dragon seat, "Can we leave here?"

"All the souls that come down have been in contact with the underworld, and you have also encountered it? Then you have to pass the level of God Meng. If she promises you, you can leave. If she doesn't allow you, you have to stay here."

"Are you Meng Yichen or You Zixin?" Shen Ling didn't have that much patience.

"Do I know you? Hehe, little girl, no matter how you look at it, you are only in your early 20s. There is no friendship in the underground. When you come, you have to take a trip to my snake den. If you do evil, there are snakes If I bite you, then you don’t even want to go to other halls.” Before the woman reached the dragon seat, the black dragon robe on the dragon seat floated over her body, wrapping her back before she sat down.