Is the target of the strategy darkened? Then die again

There was no grass growing around the palace, and the soil was slightly glowing with a strange red light.

Qin Yimai did not lose his mind after being held by his hand. Instead, when Qin Yili was about to put his foot on it, he walked on it before him.

——There is nothing unusual about it.

Naturally, he was so nervous that he didn't notice the subtle smile that shouldn't appear on the face of his cold and aloof master.

Obviously the blackening value is almost at full value, why are people so stupid and unwary?

It made him regret not trapping him here.

Otherwise, you would have seen the expression of shock, despair, and defeated pain on this face.

The two of them arrived at the entrance of the palace unimpeded.

If you are a caster, you will be crazy to take possession of this fine iron gate when you see it. In fact, the iron gate is made of rare meteorite iron, but Qin Yili and Qin Yinai standing in front of the gate are both interested in it. It turns a blind eye.

Qin Yimai stepped forward and pushed the iron door.

Not moving at all.

He poured spiritual power into his palm, but the iron door still didn't make a sound.

His crimson eyes darkened, and when he wanted to forcefully destroy the iron gate, he was stopped by someone.

"Let me do it."

Under Qin Yi'ai's stunned gaze, the iron door was easily pushed open with a "squeak" sound.

Qin Yili, who has deep knowledge of his merits and fame, said calmly: "This is the place where Lord Songhe lives. Without his permission, no monk, no matter how advanced, can enter."

...Then how did you open it?

Qin Yili, who said this, obviously had no intention of explaining. Qin Yinai could only suppress the confusion in her heart and follow him inside.

The road was wide, extremely dark, without any light, not even a trace of wind.

There are only a few empty pillars supporting the entire palace.

Even if a cultivator's eyes are damaged, he can still see his surroundings clearly with his spiritual consciousness.

Qin Yi'ai's eyes fell on their hands that were still holding each other, and the only sound left in his ears was their heartbeats.

Hope arises spontaneously.

If this road has no end...

Will he be able to stay with his master forever?

But hope is just hope after all, and Qin Yili's footsteps paused.

Putting away the disappointed thoughts in her heart, Qin Yimai raised her eyes and looked forward...

There are two lotus flowers leaning against each other in the dark lake.

Next to the lotus is a giant python.

It coiled its huge body in the water, rested its head on the shore of the lake, and stood upright from the water with the tip of its tail, only a few inches away from the lotus.

Being protected by a spiritual beast must be extraordinary.

"A-Li, do you want it?" Qin Yiai's voice was full of excitement.

This was the first time he saw his master wanting something.

Qin Yili Qingjun's brows were full of indifference: "Yeah."

After hearing his answer, Qin Yimai could only reluctantly take out her hands: "Wait a minute, I will take them back."

"Don't kill it."

Qin Yi'ao, who was about to step forward and kill the giant python, pursed his lips slightly, feeling dissatisfied in his chest, but he didn't say anything and just walked towards the center of the lake.

As he approached, the giant python felt that the treasure it was guarding was coveted by others, and immediately woke up from his sleep.

The huge golden beast eyes stared at Qin Yiai fiercely, and the snake's tail swung towards him mercilessly.

If an ordinary monk suffered this blow, even if he did not die, he would definitely be seriously injured and comatose.

But Qin Yimai just stretched out his hand and easily waved away the blow, and the Nine Nether Fire that was offered in his palm was quietly withdrawn.

The red eyes looking at the python were filled with murderous intent.

A Li asked him to keep it alive.