He Lan Tianxia

Did the black dragon eat it?

Murong Junlan was blown back a few steps by a gust of wind that blew in, and then heard a scream as if someone had fallen into an abyss.

"Luo Xie, Luo Xie Chanyu." Murong Junlan felt that the voice sounded too much like Luo Xie's. He called out several times, but no one answered.

“Sect Master…”

"Your Highness, it seems someone has fallen down." The Pavilion Master examined the situation carefully, seemingly wanting to doubt his own judgment, but unable to find the right words to dismiss his doubts.

"Lingyi, are you alright?" Even though he was holding it in his hand, Murong Junlan was still unsure of Lingyi's safety.

“Your Highness, I’m here.” After a pause, Lingyi added, “Your Highness, we don’t know where Luo Xie Chanyu has fallen.”

"I understand." There's no time to worry about saving Luo Xie now.

"I'm glad you're alright." Murong Junlan groped his way forward in the dark. He planned to go towards the stairs, because that was the only way to continue through the trials and rescue people.

The giant black mushroom-shaped umbrella continued to expand, its oppressive aura pressing in. Suddenly, the Pavilion Master drew his Ice Lotus Sword, and just as the tip was about to pierce the black dragon, Murong Junlan reacted swiftly, using a thin rope to block it.

"Your Highness?" The Pavilion Master wondered. Did His Highness intend to keep the Black Dragon?

“Some expansions will eventually fizzle out on their own.” Murong Junlan kept an eye on the giant black umbrella. He wasn’t very confident in his guess, but he was willing to take the risk. After all, preserving his inner strength was the most important thing in such a dangerous environment.

The Pavilion Master was a smart man. He immediately withdrew the Ice Lotus Sword and turned his back to Murong Junlan. This defensive tactic was the best way to keep an eye on everything around him.

A whirlwind suddenly arose, carrying with it a misty spray that shot out in all directions. Murong Junlan and the Pavilion Master held their breath, and Murong Junlan, still feeling uneasy, set up a protective barrier.

Then he took the cloth bag containing Lingyi from the Pavilion Master's hand and hung it under his shoulder. After hesitating for a moment, he still felt uneasy, so he simply stuffed Lingyi into his chest pocket. Worried that Lingyi would suffocate, he casually pulled Lingyi's head out. Thus, a rather comical scene unfolded: the handsome Prince Murong had a snake head hanging on his chest.

Lingyi was originally fair-skinned, refined, and handsome, but after the black dragon breathed a cloud of black mist onto his face, it was covered in black marks. Now that his black marks were exposed, even the Pavilion Master couldn't help but chuckle. Fortunately, the Pavilion Master had a strong ability to withstand laughter, and he was able to maintain a serious and unsmiling expression.

The Pavilion Master held back, but one voice couldn't help but speak.

"what……"

Tree spirit old man? Murong Junlan frowned. Luo Xie, such a big man, was taken away, yet this guy can still survive in the tower? It seems I underestimated you.

"Ha..." It was still the old tree spirit's laughter. The old tree spirit had never seen Murong Junlan so adorable before; its laughter was genuine and heartfelt.

Murong Junlan had a problem with it. He found the laughter particularly grating. He focused on figuring out where the old man was hiding, how dare he laugh so brazenly in front of the Black Dragon and in front of him? He had tried every possible spot, but he couldn't find the old tree spirit anywhere.

"Master, may I borrow your sword?"

Before the Pavilion Master could figure out what Murong Junlan wanted the sword for, he had already tossed the Ice Lotus Sword to him with both hands. Before the sword even touched Murong Junlan's hand, with a flick of his wrist, the sword instantly transformed into more than a dozen swords that rushed towards every corner of the tower. The flying sand sparks flew everywhere, and Murong Junlan performed dozens of 360-degree turns in succession, creating a continuous cloud of sparks.

Suddenly, a loud cry came from the bottom of the stairs from the old tree spirit. The Pavilion Master secretly worried for the old tree spirit, wondering why Prince Murong would still be in the mood to oppose him at a time like this.

At this moment, Murong Junlan unleashed a series of attacks, including a sudden slash and a sweeping attack, sending hundreds of sword shadows flying in another direction like willow leaves falling. Meanwhile, with his other hand, he used a thin rope to strike the center of the tower top.

With a loud bang, a dark shadow fled out the window, its tail spewing out a plume of black smoke.