burning lamp

When Xie Fengshu woke up and opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the dark blue stone brick above his head, because it had been too long, it was covered with dark green moss.He was drenched and chilled to the bone, and the hard floor tiles lay beneath him.

I don't know where the lake water rolled itself, but now it seems that at least it is still in the tower.

Xie Fengshu heaved a sigh of relief and managed to get up.The sudden pain just now had disappeared, Xie Fengshu looked around, he was in a narrow pagoda path, only wide enough for an adult to pass through, the wall was also covered with moss, damp and dark, dripping water dripping on the ground.Xie Fengshu looked back, there was a thick wall behind, a dead end, only the front was winding and winding, with a few weak candles burning on the wall, barely illuminating a corner.

Xie Fengshu wanted to call out "Jiangchen", but when he opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, so he had to give up, Feng Yuan was still holding it in his hand, Xie Fengshu held the knife in his right hand, and took down a flickering lamp on the wall with his left hand. Candlelight, walked towards the passage in front of you.

The entire corridor was narrow and oppressive, Xie Fengshu was worried about Jiang Chen's whereabouts, and he accelerated his steps. After some time, the winding road turned, and three steps appeared in front of Xie Fengshu's eyes. Below the steps, there was an empty boundary.

Except for the passage where Xie Fengshu came, the other three sides here are ring-shaped stone walls with heavy iron chains on them, which looks oppressive and heavy.There is a stone platform two or three inches high in front of it. In the center of the stone platform stands a stone pillar that needs to be surrounded by four or five people. On it is a long dragon with wings on its back, circling around the pillar. The dragon's head is facing Xie Fengshu, his expression Arrogant, Ling Ran sentient beings.

There was a person standing in front of the stone pillar.

Xie Fengshu saw that the other party was wearing a black robe with golden dark patterns embroidered on the chest.Seeing Xie Fengshu, he smiled slightly.

"You came."

Xie Fengshu spoke with him at the same time: "Langjin?"

As soon as the words came out, Xie Fengshu felt something was wrong when he heard the other party's voice.

Lang Jin's voice was full of arrogance, and when he spoke to Xie Fengshu, he was filled with hatred, he would never be so amiable.Xie Fengshu's eyes fell on the other person's face, and he looked at him calmly.

It was Lang Jin's clothes and body shape, and his appearance seemed to have not changed, but when he looked closely, it was slightly different from what Xie Fengshu saw that night in the southwest: Lang Jin's eyebrows were long and narrow, slightly raised, looking extremely fierce, The person in front of him lowered his brows and eyes slightly, with a smile on his lips, his aura softened a lot.

Xie Fengshu immediately remembered that the last time Feng Ji fell asleep, he also felt that something was wrong with the other party.

With a guess in his heart, he asked, "Are you Feng Ji or Lang Jin?"

The smile of the person in front of him sank, he didn't answer directly, he just wrote lightly: "Although my spirit body is revived, my physical body is really weak, and I can only borrow Lang Jin's body in the end—it becomes what you see."

"Understood, you swallowed his golden core and soul, and took away his body."

Xie Fengshu had already guessed it, so he was not surprised, and looked at Feng Ji coldly: "Lang Jin has been loyal to you since ancient times."

He wasn't complaining about Lang Jin, whether the other party died or not had nothing to do with him, but he didn't expect Feng Ji to be so omniscient.The face of the person in front of him turned cold, and finally he only said slowly: "It's just a stopgap measure. When I leave this Demon Suppressing Tower, it will only take a moment for another day to change. At that time, I will naturally find a way."

Xie Fengshu sneered: "If you can get out of this Demon Suppressing Tower, are you still waiting for me here?

"I thought that the golden core and soul that had eaten Langjin would be able to get out of the pagoda, but I didn't expect that the eighth pagoda is really fortified. I made a mistake and could only drag me down again?"

Feng Ji raised his eyes, looked at Xie Fengshu for a moment, and then suddenly smiled: "Immortal Ling Heng is really clever."

He bit the words "Lingheng Xianjun" very hard, and his words were playful.Xie Fengshu didn't care about him, but secretly said: This is indeed the eighth layer.

He just made a bold attempt just now, but now that he has confirmed his guess, he secretly wondered where Jiang Chen would be. At this time, Feng Ji asked again: "Does Xianjun know why I can't get out?"

Feng Ji turned sideways and reached out to touch the Diaolong behind him.He moved very carefully, as if he was touching something terrifying. Xie Fengshu saw that the moment he touched the body of the dragon, the huge stone dragon suddenly emitted a crimson light.

Feng Ji withdrew his hand in an instant, his movements were great, as if he had suffered some pain, he adjusted his expression after a moment, looked at Xie Fengshu and said: "The pagoda was built with the spiritual power of the dragon, the dragon scales were used as locks, and the stone body guarded it. This Town Demon Tower."

Feng Ji smiled: "It is said that dragons are born with inverse scales, and they will die if they touch them. But Yinglong actually pulled out the inverse scales himself, and put them in this Demon Suppressing Tower to suppress demons—the immortal gentleman guesses, where is the inverse scale? ?”

Xie Fengshu didn't speak, just looked at the dragon pillar behind Feng Ji, as expected, Feng Ji also raised his eyes to look over, and said softly: "This piece of reverse scale has locked me in the eight-storied pagoda for tens of thousands of years, day and night, every hour Every moment cannot be freed."

Feng Ji sneered suddenly: "It's really strange, I heard that the pain of pulling scales is like scraping bones, it seems that it's just an exaggeration, isn't it, Xianjun?"

Xie Fengshu listened, and suddenly felt a dull pain in the back of his neck. He was short of breath, and subconsciously wanted to walk towards the stone pillar carved with dragons. Just as he took a step, the Yin-calling bell around his waist rang softly.

The ringtone was short and crisp, but Xie Fengshu's consciousness was more than half awake immediately. He stopped on the spot and turned his eyes on Feng Ji again. Feng Yuan had already been unsheathed half an inch in his hand. Do you want to know where Jiang Chen is?"

Xie Fengshu raised his eyes, without changing his expression, he just said: "Will you tell me?"

"Naturally. But instead of being so wary of me, Xianjun, it's better to be more careful about Jiang Chen."

Xie Fengshu had been playing Tai Chi with him for a long time, and now he was bored, so he said in a cold tone, "What do you mean?"

"I'm saving you." Feng Ji always smiled gently, and replied slowly: "If you are killed by him again, what should you do?

"Anyway, we met in ancient times, how can I have the heart to see you die at the hands of others, Ying Long."

Xie Fengshu was taken aback.

The surrounding light was not clear, and it seemed that even Xie Fengshu's hearing had problems. He could hear clearly, but he suspected that he was delusional. He looked up at Feng Ji and asked, "What did you call me?"

Feng Ji smiled, and said: "Since ancient times, you have been reincarnated for three times, so it's normal if you don't remember. But even so, you shouldn't have a blind date with your enemies.

"Back then you killed Chi You, beheaded Kuafu, and slaughtered the fairy world. What a majestic power, the gods and Buddhas of heaven and earth wished to crush you and make you live forever. Now that the fairy world makes you a nameless fairy, you are so grateful ?”

"There is also the Ancient Buddha of Burning Lamp—" Feng Ji paused, and shook his head with a low smile, with a pitiful tone, "In ancient times, he killed you on Mount Sumeru in the name of saving the common people, and he was merciless. Now he deceives you A few words, and it will become your sweetheart."

The dim candle was burning quietly, and the heavy iron chains gave off a sense of coldness. Behind Feng Ji, Shi Long and Xie Fengshu faced each other from a distance, as if they were looking at him.

Xie Fengshu stared fixedly at Feng Ji, his face was as pale as snow, but finally shook his head.

"You want to use my strength to go out, I will not let you do so, I will not believe a word you said. I don't like those gods very much, and they don't like me, but if there is really blood and blood, how can they It will make me soar. I don’t believe in any other ancient lamp-burning Buddha... I only believe in Jiangchen, even if there is something, he should tell me himself.”

This passage was very long, Xie Fengshu's tone was calm, and he spoke slowly word by word, it seemed that he was talking to Feng Ji, more like he was talking to himself.

Feng Ji sneered, and nodded with a look of compassion and compassion: "Okay, then let Jiang Chen tell you in person."

He straightened up and slowly walked in front of Xie Fengshu, and said, "Ying Long, do you still remember what the Ninth Layer looks like?"

"When you suppressed me on the eighth level, the ninth level was empty. After you died, those gods were worried about your death, so they put your sword on the ninth level."

Feng Ji sneered and commented: "Idiot."

Xie Fengshu subconsciously held Feng Yuan by himself, and frowned: "What exactly are you trying to say?"

"There is a thin line between the ninth level and the infinity. Walking in it is like walking through purgatory. It is very easy to trigger demons, especially those who have delusions in their hearts."

Feng Ji stretched out his hand and waved it casually, and in an instant, the stone wall on Xie Fengshu's right hand side became light and transparent, reflecting heavy fires and a plain white monk's robe.

"I'll let you see, his demon."