Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

When both of them sank, the cold water melted from solid ice began to freeze again, starting from the top, infiltrating downward layer by layer, and finally all traces were completely obliterated, as if no one had been there.

After the ice cave was sealed, Wen Song fell faster. He looked at the dark ice layer, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

After waking up, Wen Song found himself in a cave, the four corners were illuminated by lamp wicks, and unknown runes were engraved on the wall, he looked around, but Yin Su was nowhere to be seen, "Is Fellow Daoist Yin there? "

No response.

All that remains is the echoes bouncing back from the cave.

Facing the silent cave, Wen Song waited for a while, seeing that the surroundings were always empty, so he had to leave first.

There was only one road outside the cave, and he had no choice but to walk along that road. After an unknown amount of time, he finally reached the end of the road, where a round platform with a height of half a person was erected, and a simple and magnificent mirror was placed on the round platform. .

Wen Song's breathing was rapid, and at the same time, a bewitching voice appeared in his mind: Take it off, and your blood will never be discovered again.

That's right, if no one finds out, he will be able to live a good life. Wen Song stepped onto the round platform and reached out to take off the Mingxin Mirror, but just as he was about to hold the handle of the mirror, a graceful figure flew past , took the mirror away.

After Wen Song's palm was empty, suddenly, a burst of fear came to his heart. He saw the smiling face and said to himself: "Brother, this mirror is mine!"

Through that face, Wen Song saw him being killed by a monster and stripped of his blood by Wen Fu.

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Yin Su, who had just woken up from the phantom array, turned even paler, but his eyes were brighter than Han Xing, "I dare to ask my heart only at the triple tower, this time the five great immortal sects are really strict!"

The nine-storied pagoda is opened every ten years, and the nine-storied pagoda asks the heart, and the timid will not take it.

He turned his eyes to Wen Song, who was full of panic between his brows, and didn't care.

One's own calamity can only be overcome by oneself.

In the illusion.

Wen Song's fingertips sank into the palm of his hand, leaving a tooth-shaped red mark for several months, "Are you going to take away my blood and my life?"

Wen Fu caressed the mirror lightly, his eyes were cold, "Such heaven-defying blood shouldn't be left on a stupid and incompetent person like my brother."

Wen Song saw that he was holding a bright heart mirror and casually said that he wanted to take away his blood. He became more and more frightened. He controlled his voice not to tremble too much, "If you want it, come and get it."

"Then thank you brother for making it happen." Wen Fu approached Wen Song step by step, and gently placed his slender and soft palm on top of his spine, hooking it instantly.

Wen Song endured his fear, and at the moment Wen Fu approached, he tightly held his other hand, and then mobilized all his spiritual power to rush into his meridians.

He is a person who would rather be broken than whole, and it is absolutely impossible for him to be slaughtered obediently.

Everyone's spiritual root is different, and the spiritual power cultivated is naturally incompatible. When Wen Song's spiritual power entered Wen Fu's body, Wen Fu immediately wanted to back away, but Wen Song held him tightly and refused to let go. Until his spiritual power was exhausted and he passed out.

After waking up again, Yin Su's cold eyes greeted his eyes. Wen Song was surprised, "Didn't fellow Taoist leave?"

Yin Su's expression darkened, "You ugly bastard, you've been expecting me to leave?"

Wen Song waved his hand quickly, "No, I really saw it."

Yin Su fiddled with the Hengyu around his waist to wake him up: "Since you sank into the ice cave, you have stepped into an illusion."

"Illusion?"

"Well, the name of the third formation - Thousand Illusion, with the Thousand Illusion Stone as the eye of the formation, reflects thousands of faces, all of which are the most feared side in your heart."

"Either overcome it, or be swallowed by fear, you can come out, it should be the former."

It turned out to be an illusion, Wen Song thought: what he was most afraid of was that Wen Fu would get a clear state of mind, so he could see his blood, so in the illusion, they all came true, he looked up at Yin Su, and asked him for confirmation: "I really came out ?"

Wen Song still couldn't believe it.

"Well, the xinxing is not that bad," Yin Su kicked him with his toe, "Get up quickly."

"Oh." As soon as Wen Song moved, he was stung by the pain in his lower abdomen, "Friend Daoist, there seems to be something wrong with my dantian."

Yin Su probed with his spiritual sense, "It's just that the spiritual power is overused, just take a tonic pill, and it will be fine for two days."

"You ugly thing, you are quite delicate."

Wen Song was a little unconvinced. In order to prove that he was not squeamish, he reluctantly stood up from the ground.

Wen Song rummaged back and forth in the storage bag, but couldn't find the elixir. He scratched his cheek, a little embarrassed, "Daoist friend, can you lend me one first? I will pay you back later. "

Yin Su paused for a moment as he played with Hengyu, he was always in and out, and no one had ever plucked a hair from him, "You want my elixir?"

"It's not asking, it's borrowing," Wen Song corrected him, "I will return it to Fellow Daoist when I have it."

Yin Su: "No."

Wen Song: "...??"

What's the matter?

Yin Su continued: "You can't borrow it, but you can ask for it."

Wen Song felt that this fellow Taoist was not such a selfless person, "Don't you have to pay it back?"

Yin Su said softly, "No need."

Wen Song expressed doubts about this kind of pie-in-the-sky thing: "Is this... not very good?"

Yin Su flipped his palm over, and a shiny and shiny pill lay on his hand, "Isn't there a saying in the mortal world that a gentleman should be in a hurry to help the rich? I am a humble gentleman, and I can't see others suffering. "

Wen Song: "..."

I have never heard of anyone boasting that he is a gentleman.

Seeing that he was silent, Yin Su felt a little annoyed, "If you don't want it, I'll take it."

"Yes, yes," Wen Song said quickly.

Yin Su threw the elixir to him.

Wen Song took the free panacea, hesitated for a while, and finally filled it into his mouth to refine it.

Seeing that someone used something, Yin Su had an indistinct smile on the corner of his mouth, "I forgot to tell you, I have used Lingxi Yin on the elixir."

A bad premonition rose in Wen Song's heart, "What is Lingxi Yin?"

Yin Su said: "This is a technique used by Taoist couples to perceive each other's mutual restraint. I changed it a little, so that only I can perceive you to restrain you, and you cannot perceive me to restrain me."

After taking his elixir, he is his little/slave/slave.

No problem.

After hearing this, Wen Song turned around and groaned, trying to spit out the elixir, but the spiritual power in his body told him: I can't spit it out.

Wen Song felt that he was cheated, and he stared at him tearfully, "Why do you have so many eyes?"

Yin Su didn't accept this pot, "There are causes and effects. If you don't accept my panacea, you won't be attracted by my consonance."

Wen Song said angrily: "I asked you to borrow it, but didn't you have to give it to me?"

"Yes," Yin Su replied very frankly, "I never borrow anything from anyone, nor give anything away, unless that person is also mine."

What kind of gangster logic is this?

Wen Song discussed with him: "You have unraveled Lingxi, and I will return you ten or one hundred tonic pills in the future."

Yin Su didn't hear it.