Nine Netherworld Realm, Green Elegant Pavilion.
A resentful voice drifted gently, and a woman turned her head gently. She was wearing a light yellow dress. Her skin was smooth and fair, with a hint of red in it. She was gentle like jade and crystal clear. It was even more beautiful than the clearest crystal. Her figure was light and graceful, her waist was as slender as a willow, and her footwork was agile and swift. Her eyes were like water, and when she lifted her eyes, it was as if there was mist rising from them. It was indescribably beautiful. The light yellow decoration made her look even more gorgeous and charming. Her appearance was extraordinary, gorgeous but not ordinary, delicate but not charming. She was endlessly beautiful, charming but did not lose her natural charm. Her peerless elegance was not inferior to the fairy of the nine heavens, and her peerless elegance was even better than Jin Ping 'er. At first glance, it did look somewhat similar to Jin Ping 'er, but upon closer inspection, it was slightly different. Jin Ping 'er was cunning but pure. There was purity in her seductiveness. If one said that Jin Ping' er's charm was only on the surface. Then this woman's charm was really soft to the bone, adding a hint of nobility, making people bow their heads and intoxicated.
The wind turns over the bamboo curtain
The sandalwood fragrance is intoxicating
Glaze color rendering pen tip flying
Fragrant fragrance lingering in my heart, green hair chasing after the wind
The lamp is dim
She's getting haggard
Cloud shadows gently brush red sleeves, painted in bronze mirror
The golden bell is crisp and clear, devouring souls and chasing hatred
Far away from the sky, far away from the world, on the other side, this shore, the shore is not the shore
Her white hands gather up her sleeves
Red sleeves dyed fragrant
Xiao Xiang enters the painting
Lovesickness, a little bit of broken thoughts
Gazing at the past, what regrets do I have?
Sleepless dreams
The beauty has no tears to break the heart
Acacia sleep
Qin Zheng, playing the seven-stringed Yao Qin, chasing dreams
A soft and faint song that could break a person's heart and intestines was sung, and the ancient summoning sounded in a low voice…
The bell was swallowed, and the flowers withered.
The figure gradually became thinner and his hair was as white as frost.
Deep love was bitter, and life was bitter.
Infatuation is only for the pain of heartlessness.
Looking back, who else could it be but Madam Jin Ling?
In a spacious and dark room, a strange lamp was flickering. From time to time, there would be cries and grievances. This lamp was the supreme demon weapon of the Nine Netherworld Realm, the "Soul Guiding Lamp". It was said that this lamp used souls as fuel and burned with the fire of the land. This lamp had endless magical uses such as soul searching and absorbing, refining the soul into the Nine Nether Qi to increase cultivation, and so on. It was also rumored that it could lead the way for broken souls, searching the soul and combining with the body to reconstruct the soul. The Soul Guiding Lamp could lure the soul out of the body of those who were not mentally strong and had not cultivated deeply. If the soul was suddenly injured during the battle, the hellfire could quickly burn the soul, causing the person to die without being able to defend against it. If a person's three souls and seven spirits were lost, they would easily be devoured by the undead and the Dark Priest. With the protection of the Soul Guiding Lamp, even if the soul fragments were to wander outside the body, the other Nether Generals of the Ghost Mansion would not dare to approach. However, the Nine Netherworld Realm was so vast, how difficult would it be to find them?
A green figure was lying on a round ice jade bed. The ice jade bed was emitting a flame that could penetrate the soul. The cold air penetrated the clothes of the woman in green. The woman gently bent down and caressed the face of the woman in green. She didn't expect that there was such a chaste woman in the Holy Church. The Blood Curse was transformed from one's own blood essence into a powerful curse. How many people had used it since the founding of the Holy Church? How many people dare to use it? Even if the woman who had comprehended the Heavenly Book had used it, it was unknown. It was so powerful that he had to disregard everything. How could it be easy to recover his soul? I didn't expect that man to be so much more infatuated than the black-hearted old ghost. This can be considered your blessing. There was indeed something magical about the cultivation techniques of the human world, and the techniques of the Ghost Dao were also so exquisite. It was a pity that forcefully taking souls from the Nine Nether World was a huge violation of the Netherworld. How could the protectors of the Ghost Mansion ignore it? It was inevitable that they would be counterattacked by the Nine Nether Qi. It had been almost a thousand years, and the agreement from a thousand years ago had already expired. The Shura World was the first to lose its patience and use the Crouching Dragon Cauldron to appear. Unfortunately, the Ghost King of a generation, a great genius of our sacred cult, was also so unforgiving and was used by him.
Madam Jinling smiled faintly and seemed to have thought of something. She lowered her head and said nothing. After a while, she said," Biyao, I will beg the Underworld Lord to save you."”He put away the Joyous Union Bell and slowly left the ice palace. Zhou Yixian, I still have a score to settle with you, just you wait…
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