The brother I picked up is enchanted

"If the suzerain personally executes the imprisoning of the soul, the location should be at Xuanzhong Peak." Ye Feiyu thought about it.

Xuanzhong Peak is the main peak of the Cold Cloud Sect. It is the residence of the Sect Master and the place where the sect discusses matters. If there is any important matter that requires a collective decision, all the elders will gather here to discuss.

On weekdays, certain places in Xuanzhong Peak would never be open to other disciples.

Meng Lingrong glanced at him warily: "What do you want to do?"

Ye Feiyu touched his nose, and said embarrassedly: "Brother has a special status, he can go to and from any place in Xuanzhong Peak except the suzerain's residence, and he should be able to go to the place where Senior Brother Luo is detained."

"We can just take a look at it from the side without affecting the imprisoned soul." Ye Feiyu whispered.

Meng Lingrong said coldly: "No."

"Brother Meng, aren't you curious? The suzerain actually imprisoned the soul himself. Back then, you didn't break through the golden core..." Ye Feiyu said unfairly.

He wanted to see how sacred this brother Luo was, and how he could attract the suzerain's attention.

Obviously Senior Brother Meng deserves all the best things in the world.

"I still have to practice. If my brother has nothing else to do, then I will leave first." Meng Lingrong's expression did not change, and his tone was flat.

He glanced at Ye Feiyu: "Junior Brother Ye is very talented, don't delay your cultivation because of other things, it's not worth the candle."

Ye Feiyu nodded dejectedly, and sighed when he saw Meng Lingrong's figure disappeared in place.

He seemed to have thought of something suddenly, slapped his forehead fiercely, and said angrily: "I'm about to go down the mountain to practice, and I forgot to say goodbye to my brother. If I want to come back before the ten trials, it will be very late ..."

As the son of the suzerain, Meng Lingrong's cultivation cave is naturally different from other disciples, it is in a quiet pool in Xuanzhong Peak.

Xuanzhong Peak is the main peak of the Cold Cloud Sect, and above the mountainside is a place that ordinary disciples cannot set foot in. Last time, Xuanzhong Peak’s duel platform was in front of the Mountainside Affairs Hall, and the disciples of the Cold Cloud Sect would usually pick up here to go down the mountain for training. task.

Counting the time, the imprisoning the soul should have already begun.

During this period of time, Luo Xuanchuan's soul and body will be in a state of separation, and he will not be able to perceive the external situation. He does not know whether he will obey the arrangement obediently according to the other party's temperament.

Meng Lingrong snorted softly, and felt slightly irritable when she was about to step into the cave.

He thought to himself, he just took a look, and he came back immediately after a look.If the soul-bound person rejects and resists, it may hurt the soul, presumably Luo Xuanchuan is not that stupid.

Meng Lingrong used body skills to change positions and walked directly through a forest. The whistling wind in his ears made him feel more nervous as if he was guilty of guilt.

From a distance, we can see the unique buildings hidden in the forest, leaning against the cliffs of the peaks, with spring water splashing on the edge.

There are many talismans of forbidden spirits pasted on it, so that no one can use spiritual power to use spells in this range, and it also isolates some spiritual probes, which is also to ensure the safety of the soul-bound people.

We must know that some high-level monks can directly destroy other people's physical bodies thousands of miles away, so some protective measures are essential.

When Meng Lingrong approached the gate, a ray of light flew out from the brocade bag at his waist, which turned into a token, like a key in a lock, and the gate opened in response.

He saw a figure sitting on the ground not far away at a glance. The other person closed his eyes and was in a mysterious state, as if he was ignorant of everything around him.

He walked forward and leaned slightly to stare at the other person's face that seemed much more docile, and said critically, "I can barely see it when I close my eyes."

"Why did you do it?" Meng Lingrong said in a low voice, looking down at the other party's Xiangxiang card.

"Didn't I tell you before, don't do anything to people..."

Meng Lingrong folded her hands on her chest, and said coldly: "This is only in the sect. If you really want to let you go out, if you cause trouble, the Cold Cloud Sect will not clean up the mess for you. If you beat up the other sect's genius, I will be the first to kill you." Throw you out at their disposal."

He said so much, seeing the other party accepting it without saying a word, it seemed that he still had a feeling of resignation.But Meng Lingrong knew that the other party had never had anything to do with these four words.

Luo Xuanchuan's disciple uniform seems to have changed into a new one, and now it is the same as his, except that the long hair is still casually loose, and...

He glanced at Meng Lingrong's collar where there was a place that was not buttoned properly, which seemed to be a bit of an eyesore.

Meng Lingrong stood hesitantly for a while, and finally frowned and pinched the button with her hands.No one knew about Xindao anyway, and the other party could be regarded as "obediently" listening to his preaching for a while.

Take it as a reward for him.

Suddenly his fingertips touched a slightly protruding place, which was Luo Xuanchuan's Adam's Apple.Meng Lingrong paused for a moment, quickly finished what she was doing, then turned and left.

The place he just touched was unexpectedly warm.He thought that this person was as cold as a stone from top to bottom.

After the aura belonging to another person completely disappeared, the person sitting on the ground like a stone statue opened his eyes, like a dim light suddenly shining in a dark room.

He put his hand where he had just been touched, his face sank like water.

"Someone came just now?" A gentle male voice appeared in his mind.The spiritual power is isolated here, so the sound transmission uses special tokens as the medium.

"No." Luo Xuanchuan said lightly.

Meng Qiuhe did not continue this topic: "Now that you are ready, let's start."

As the other party's voice fell, Luo Xuanchuan felt that the consciousness of his whole body was being slowly withdrawn, but it didn't seem to be.If it were someone else, he would definitely lose control of his own body at this time, but he didn't.

The longer I get along with people, the more I realize the fact that I am a different kind.

Luo Xuanchuan felt as if he had been sucked into a special space. In this space, he still maintained the posture of sitting on the ground just like the outside him, surrounded by pervasive spiritual pressure.

Here is the spiritual sea built by the master of the Cold Cloud Sect, Meng Qiuhe, which can be said to be the projection of the sea of ​​consciousness of high-ranking monks.Those below the golden core would probably be directly crushed into pieces if they came here, but the strength of the spiritual sea depends on the cultivation level of the constructor, and the higher the cultivation level, the stronger the spiritual sea constructed by the person.

Now the strength of the spiritual sea constructed by Meng Qiuhe is close to that of the Nascent Soul Stage, and it is indeed the most suitable for him at present...

If there is a second person present, you will be surprised to see that the person sitting on the ground suddenly stands up slowly against the spiritual pressure, and slowly opens his eyes, as if he is not affected by this oppressive spiritual pressure at all. You have to know that if you are at another Jindan stage, let alone walking freely here, it is even difficult to open your eyes.

Under the pressure of the powerful spiritual pressure, even the eyelids of others seemed to be heavy.

Luo Xuanchuan also saw the scene in the Linghai for the first time - the endless white.

As described by others, the master of Hanyun Sect is a well-known good man who treats everyone well, like an ant that can't bear to step on it to death.

But Luo Xuanchuan didn't know these things.

There was a thick white mist all around, blocking the sight in the distance.Without any hesitation, Luo Xuanchuan directly raised his feet and walked into the white mist. As he took his steps, ripples rippled in circles underneath, as if walking on a sea of ​​rising white mist.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the white mist in front of him slowly dissipated as he approached, and a vague figure appeared faintly.

The surrounding scene has undergone slight changes, the eyes are green, the white ground under the feet has become a flat ground, and the tip of the nose is filled with the fragrance of grass and trees.

However, there is still a sea of ​​fog in the distance.

There was a child sitting on a stone bench under a tree, holding a book bigger than his face in one hand, and raised the other hand in a slightly immature way.A water polo emerged in his hand, constantly changing various shapes.And the child's face has no superfluous expression, it looks a little cold.

Suddenly, two figures, one tall and one short, approached in the distance.

The child put down the book, ran up to the young man, and looked curiously at the boy following him.After a few glances, he suddenly opened his eyes wide, and said something out of his mouth, and hugged the boy happily.

Even from a certain distance, Luo Xuanchuan could feel a certain emotion on the other party as if it was overflowing.

That emotion seemed to be joy.

Luo Xuanchuan looked at it indifferently, and did not move extra, as if he understood that he was just a ruthless bystander.

This is the projection of Meng Qiuhe's Sea of ​​Consciousness, so it's not surprising that there will be some memory fragments.

But... this is not the first time they met, they met once a long time ago, only the two of them, that was the first time.

It is a memory that will only be engraved in the sea of ​​​​knowledge by the two of them.

The scene in front of me suddenly faded away, like a cloud of smoke dispersed in an instant.Luo Xuanchuan didn't look too much, but went straight through the phantom and continued to walk forward, but the situation just now didn't happen again.

Luo Xuanchuan felt great obstacles when he reached a certain position, the spiritual pressure in this direction was more than ten times that of other places.

He took a step forward, but after this step, even he felt a feeling as if his soul was about to be torn apart.

Just taking a step is like stepping into a completely different world. This world is wider than the white spiritual sea just now, and the eyes are all dazzling red, as if stained with blood. A figure floated past him.

The sound of howling wind came from my ears, and it sounded like a human cry.

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