Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years.

This time, all the evil spirits that surged into the disaster were buried in the ground.

Yun Hai's vitality dissipated.His appearance didn't change much, but he gave off a sense of momentary wilting, probably because the vines on his body were withering at a rapid rate.

Only then did everyone realize that those vines grew from his heart.

They should be symbiotic with Yun Hai, once he died, the vines lost their vitality.The few sticks wrapped around Xiao Fuxuan's sword immediately loosened, retreated along the blade, and became very shriveled.

Only the flower branch remained unchanged, the stems and leaves were still wrapped around Yun Hai's neck, and the flowers firmly covered Yun Hai's half grimace.

Everyone didn't expect that Yun Hai would choose to kill himself, and they were all stunned.

Xiao Fuxuan drew his sword silently and straightened up, his brows slowly furrowed.

Wu Xingxue looked at Yun's lifeless face, and after a long time asked in a low voice: "Is there any remnant soul?"

Xiao Fuxuan shook his head: "The soul is gone."

It was his sword that pierced Yun Hai's heart, and he knew best whether there was a remnant soul under the blade.He didn't detect the slightest bit, so he should have lost his mind and soul.

The vines all over his body were scattered, and most of Yun Hai's body was exposed, and a waist badge was exposed from a corner of the black robe.With that corner alone, someone recognized it——

Yi Wusheng called softly: "That's the waist card I sent."

The Hua family's waist card and sword hanging are all made of hibiscus jade, carved with peach blossoms, which is unique among all the fairy sects, and it is really easy to recognize.

But this kind of waist card is also brought by the disciples of the Hua family. When they reach the level of elders and sect masters, especially those like Yiwusheng and Hua Zhaoting, they don't rely on the waist card to show their identity.

Unexpectedly, this person who has become a fairy and a demon will wear it until his death.

"Who carved the words on it?" Wu Xingxue turned over the waist card, and saw the slender word "恐" on the back, "Have you been the head of your family?"

Doctor Wusheng shook his head: "No, it's the disciple's own handwriting."

Wu Xingxue: "That's Yun Hai's character."

Doctor Wusheng: "Yes."

Wu Xingxue let out an "oh", thinking that it was right.

He had previously discovered that the runes in the deep cave had two layers, and the writing on the upper layer was of this elongated shape, which should have been written by Yun Hai.

In the bloody mud under his left hand, everyone found the eye of the suppressing formation.

There are two formation stones in the formation, one has been shattered into slag, and the other was placed later.There was a seal on the last one - the word "Hai" exactly the same as the waist card.

Before, everyone wondered why the eye of the formation that suppressed the formation was placed so straightforwardly in the tomb in the center of the formation. Now that they saw the formation stone, everything was clear.

It was Yun Hai himself who strengthened and suppressed the formation.

"This..." Yi Wusheng held the formation stone with a complicated expression, he couldn't tell whether it was a sigh or something else, finally shook his head and sighed, and finally sighed softly: "It's a pity."

In fact, among all the people present, Dr. Yiwu should not have such a mood.

Because the imprint on the back of his neck was bestowed by Yun Hai, and his struggle and pain for more than 20 years also came from it.

Anyone can sigh at Yun Hai, except Dr. Wu.

Even if he drew his sword and vented his resentment at Yun Hai's corpse, no one would say no to him.But he didn't, and even sighed "It's a pity" at the demon.

Wu Xingxue looked at the doctor Wu's scarred back neck, and suddenly felt a pity.

He thought to himself, not knowing how much his past self had intersected with this doctor from the Hua family.Not much to think about, after all, one is a disciple of the fairy sect and the other is a devil.

what a pity.

Otherwise, it would be nice to have such an acquaintance.

Yi Wusheng squatted down, and buried the formation stone back under Yun Hai's palm.After going back and forth, a lot of blood mud nearby was lifted, and he was about to cover the blood mud again when he was blocked by two fingers.

"Shangxian?" Doctor Wu looked up, and the person blocking him was Xiao Fuxuan.

Xiao Fuxuan replied, "There is something."

I saw him flicking his long fingers—the blood mud was extremely thick, and there was no trace of anything else.

Everyone looked at each other, wondering.

Wu Xingxue bent down beside him and asked, "What is it?"

Xiao Fuxuan did not answer immediately.

Seeing that the search was unsuccessful, he simply tapped on the ground with his fingers——Yun Hai's body didn't move, but the bloody mud covered the ground was violently shaken, and the things deep in the bloody mud were shaken up.

It was a touch of white, with a hint of warm and bright color under the dark soil.Wu Xingxue was the most sensitive to the fineness, and at a glance he knew it was white jade.

With a hook of his finger, Xiao Fuxuan pulled the thing out from under the bloody mud.

"Mengling!" Doctor Wu blurted out.

It was a white jade bell, similar to the one from the Hua family, but it was much more exquisite upon closer inspection.The jade surface is covered with hollow fine silk patterns, which are very similar to the sword scabbard and mask of the Ling King, and it can be seen that they belong to the same person.

With this dream bell in front of her, the Hua family's one really can't be regarded as a "true".

Just as the doctor Wusheng guessed before, Hua Zhaoting hid Mengling by his side, and the only way to exchange the fake for the real was the demon that manipulated him.

Now that Mengling was found in Yunhai's tomb, it was actually expected, but Doctor Wu really couldn't figure it out: "This...what does he want this real Mengling for?"

The purpose of the dream bell is nothing more than creating dreams, turning the past into a dream, or pulling people into a new dream.

Yun Hai didn't even want to use Mengling when he was abolished, so why did he take it away from the Hua family and use a fake Mengling as a cover, it took a lot of thought.

Did you change your mind?Suddenly, I feel that the life in this tomb is too difficult, even more difficult than the waste fairy falling back to the world, so I want to borrow the dream bell to pray for a big dream?

Wu Xingxue thought to herself.

But Yun Hai is dead, and in Xiao Fuxuan's words, "the mind and soul are all gone", and he can no longer answer this question, and Wu Xingxue has no way of knowing whether his guess is right or not.

He was in a trance when he suddenly heard a deep voice: "Wu Xingxue."

Wu Xingxue raised her eyes.

Xiao Fuxuan straightened up, hooked her finger on the white jade bell and said, "Extend your hand."

"Huh?" Wu Xingxue questioned, and after a while, she spread her palms to him.

As soon as his palm became cold, the dream bell lay in his hand.

He actually doesn't remember anything, neither Lingwang nor Mengling.But the moment the bell fell in his hand, he blinked lightly, and actually felt a long-lost feeling.

He plucked the white jade bell, and found that there seemed to be some cracks on the inside of the bell.

He pinched the bell and was about to take a closer look, but some pictures faintly flashed in his mind.

I heard from the doctor Wusheng before that if you use Mengling to pull people into a dream created by you, you have to ask Mengling to interpret it, otherwise you will be insane or have a bad memory.

Right now, the Mengling seemed to be damaged, and he didn't know how to undo it yet, but he already felt it.

Wu Xingxue twirled Mengling with her fingers, trying to recall the flash-by just now——

It must have been a cold night.

He didn't know why he was standing by the door with his hands behind his back, and he was holding something hard in his palms, which was cold, and the edges and corners hurt his palms.

Xiao Fuxuan was standing at the door, holding up the curtain with his fingers, not moving in or retreating, looking at him with slightly lowered dark eyes.

Behind it is a huge courtyard, and there is a towering giant tree in the courtyard, covered with snow.

He just clutched the things in his hand and confronted the person at the door quietly.

After a long time, he tilted his head slightly, and said, "Xiao Fuxuan, have you heard of the evil spirit?

There was silence in the house.

Xiao Fuxuan still held up the curtain, and after a long time said, "I heard."

Wu Xingxue was quiet for a moment, and said: "Since you have heard of it, you have chosen such a day to come, why... do you want to be the guest of the devil like me?"

After speaking, he turned his head and lifted his chin towards the couch.

***

"..."

The picture with no beginning and no end was unexpectedly clear, and Wu Xingxue's fingers trembled at the phrase "the guest who entered the curtain".

When I looked up, I saw Xiao Fuxuan's face again, which was exactly the same as the flashing memory.

Wu Xingxue stood calmly for a moment, then silently put Mengling back into Xiao Fuxuan's hand.