Junior sister, we really can’t roll anymore.

Feng Qingran put away Quan Chong's staff and said, "Put aside Yuan Zhi's matters. Let's go to the eighth floor first and meet the eight herons for a while."

Zhu Zhao changed his body shape and dodged onto Feng Qingran's shoulder.

Feng Qingran flew up to the eighth floor. She looked back at the number on the seventh floor, and suddenly realized that the number seemed to be in a different position from the other floors.

Feng Qingran stopped and looked at the word carefully, as if a picture flashed before his eyes.

A place of purgatory.

A woman stood in the air, with a determined figure showing a bit of loneliness.

There were drops of blood falling on the sword blade in her hand.

The woman in the picture suddenly turned around, with a pair of phoenix eyes as dark as ink, as deep and mysterious as the starry sky.

Feng Qingran felt as if he could see the vast universe in the woman's eyes.

The quick glance at each other actually gave Feng Qingran a feeling of incomparable familiarity.

She was sure that she must have seen that woman somewhere!

"Phoenix Master, why don't you leave?"

Zhu Zhao's voice sounded, and the picture in front of Feng Qingran suddenly disappeared. When she looked at the words again, they were no different from normal words.

"Zhu Zhao, do you feel anything unusual about the word below?" Feng Qingran asked.

"No." Zhu Zhao shook his head seriously.

After hearing this, Feng Qingran ducked down on the steps and reached out to touch the words on the ground.

A dazzling white light suddenly lit up in front of her eyes.

"Phoenix Master!"

Zhu Zhao's anxious voice reached his ears.

The white light dissipated.

When Feng Qingran saw clearly, she was already in nothingness.

Feng Qingran's clear almond eyes flashed with light. She had seen this scene before when she was unconscious.

She remembered clearly that there was a green lotus in that space. Maybe that green lotus was the green lotus the mysterious man was looking for!

Will that green lotus be the creation green lotus?

Why did Chuangshi Qinglian appear in her dream?

The mysterious man arranged for her to be sacrificed. Does that mean she is related to Qinglian?

While Feng Qingran was thinking, the woman who had looked at her before appeared unexpectedly.

There was only a blurry shadow of the woman, and her face could not be seen clearly.

A vague female voice sounded, "Ranran, don't reveal your position easily, let alone your identity. Only Honghong can be trusted. No one can be trusted except him!"

"Remember, don't expose yourself, even if you have transcended nothingness!"

"The greedy people only dare to test your existence now. They dare not attack you easily. But once you are exposed, they will use all means to rob and destroy you!"

"Ranran, live well. I will always protect you. Darkness and light will also protect you. You can definitely..."

Feng Qingran didn't understand the last sentence.

But Feng Qingran knew that she was crying!

The woman gave her an extremely familiar feeling, "Who are you? Can I see you?"

There was silence all around.

There was no more sound.

Two black mist emerged from the void and fell in front of Feng Qingran.

One is a long spear. The whole body of the spear is glowing with red evil aura, the top is sharp, and there are two petals dragging the sharp blade.

One is a triangular flag. The flag is bright red with black mist lingering on it, which is the spirit of ghosts.

Although Feng Qingran had never seen the two things in front of him, he subconsciously recognized them as the God-killing Spear and the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner.

Feng Qingran raised her jade hand, and the God-killing Spear and the Ten Thousand Ghost Flags rushed to land on her hand.

The God-killing Spear fell first.

Feng Qingran grabbed the God-killing Spear and was completely unaffected by the evil spirit.

This is something that has absolutely never happened before.

Wan Guiban didn't seize the opportunity, and not to be outdone, he took the initiative to touch Feng Qingran's other hand.

Feng Qingran held the Ten Thousand Ghost Flag, and the ghost energy automatically avoided her skin without hurting her at all.

"Are you sent by her to protect me?" Feng Qingran said in a light voice.

The God-killing Spear and the Ten Thousand Ghost Flags moved at the same time, as if nodding.

"Do you know who she is?"

Neither moves.

Feng Qingran knew that they could not answer her questions, and she also knew that she was not strong enough to make a contract with them at this moment.

"You guys will follow me from now on." After Feng Qingran finished speaking, the God-killing Spear and Wangui Banner circled around her excitedly.

Like a child.

Feng Qingran's expression softened, and she felt a sense of peace in her heart.

Soon, Feng Qingran put away the God-killing Spear and the Ten Thousand Ghost Flags. A burst of white light flashed and she returned to the seventh floor.

Zhu Zhao and Feng Zhichu were anxiously discussing something when they saw Feng Qingran coming out and rushed to her side at the same time.

Feng Zhichu asked eagerly: "Master, are you okay?"

Zhuzhao's eyes rolled, and he felt that Feng Qingran seemed to have become stronger, not in terms of strength, but in the sense of an enhanced soul.

Zhuzhao chose to remain silent.

"I seem to have fallen into another dimension. It's okay. Let's leave now." Feng Qingran flicked her sleeves, and Feng Zhichu returned to her sleeves.

The candlelight flashed onto Feng Qingran's shoulder. It guessed that she had an adventure, but did not intervene.

Everyone has secrets.

What it wants to do is to accompany Feng Qingran as she moves forward.

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Ninth-level Xuanming Formation.

Eighth floor.

Eight herons' wings collapsed on the ground.

Eight heads drooped feebly, and they said angrily: "No fight, no fight, I admit defeat, you ask, I will explain everything!"

Feng Qingran waved her hand, and the candlelight returned to her shoulder.

Feng Qingran's almond-shaped eyes flashed with brilliance and she asked, "What is the weakness of the Nine-headed Infant?"

The eyes of the eight-headed heron protruded, "Girl, you ask some questions that can help me survive. If I betray the boss, I will die."

Feng Qingran thought for a moment and said, "Does your Abyss Tomb contain the real scales of the candle dragon?"

The eight-headed heron suddenly raised its head, its eyes full of resentment, "Girl, ask me some questions that I can answer. I really don't know what you're asking!"

"Really? Then let me change the question, how did you grow these eight heads?" Feng Qingran asked with a smile.

"Hey!" The eight-headed heron said helplessly: "There is a strange magnetic field in the battlefield of the gods. I don't know how to explain it. We found that the more heads we grow, the stronger our power is. Of course, this rule only applies to Works against creatures spawned from Battlefield of the Gods."

The Eight-headed Heron was afraid that he would be beaten if his explanation was not detailed enough, so he kept talking.

Feng Qingran touched her chin, "According to what you said, if I twist your head off, wouldn't you lose your strength?"

The eight-headed heron covered all the heads with its wings in fear, and begged for mercy with a loud sound: "Don't twist off my head. I will explain everything. I will die without my head."

Feng Qingran saw the appearance of the eight herons and asked, "What treasure is hidden in the Abyss Tomb?"

"Hmm..." The eight-headed heron hesitated slightly.

Zhuzhao gave the eight herons a cold look.

The eight-headed heron shook and immediately said: "I said, I said, don't hit me!"