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Chapter 239: Things in the pool can also be dazzling

Lu Yue brought Xiang Ming to the Yellow River. The yellow water slapped on the shore and made a "swishing" sound. Small whirlpools gathered the gravel on the shore and rushed downward, turning the originally turbid yellow water into It was even more complicated. The two of them looked back and saw that no one was following. Lu Yue pointed to the turbulent yellow water under her feet and told him about the Luoyu Ancient City.

After listening to Lu Yue's narration, Xiang Ming's scalp suddenly exploded, his eyes widened, and he asked dumbfounded: "Second brother, you, you don't want me to wake up the female corpse, do you? There is another person below who is not even yours." The black Buddha exists that cannot be touched. If I go there, I will die in vain!"

Lu Yue couldn't help but smile bitterly after seeing Xiang Ming's appearance. His thoughts were not beyond Lu Yue's expectations at all. Shrugging, Lu Yue said half-jokingly: "That female corpse is very powerful, compared with the black Buddha spirit." Aren't you tempted by the fact that children are fighting with each other regardless of who is superior or who is inferior?"

Xiang Ming had a bitter look on his face and said somewhat unhappily: "I am tempted, I will never miss a treasure. But it is not our way to do things when we know that there are tigers in the mountains." Xiang Ming thought for a while, Ming suddenly woke up, pointed at Lu Yue and said: "Second brother, are you kidding me? You know that I don't have the ability, but you still say this to me. Do you want to see my joke, or do you want me to die?" ?”

Lu Yue gave Xiang Ming another violent shock, then pointed to the yellow water at his feet and said, "How can I harm you! But there is indeed a corpse under the Yellow River that you can summon."

"There are still corpses?" Xiang Mingding smiled happily. This matter was unreasonable in the first place. How could Lu Yue let herself take the risk? "Where is it?"

"Right at your feet!"

"Also in the river?" Xiang Ming looked at the roaring yellow water and looked a little embarrassed. Coffins in the Yellow River are very rare. The appearance of one can cause a sensation in the world. There are actually two coffins at the bottom of the Yellow River Valley next to Luoyu City. , it’s really rare!

"Yes! It's right here!" Lu Yue nodded and continued: "Before entering Luoyu Ancient City, I found a crystal coffin next to the whirlpool. Because I entered in a hurry, I did not observe carefully. But it is conceivable that it can There must be something extraordinary about the crystal coffin that can withstand the pressure next to such a huge whirlpool and not be sucked into the whirlpool."

"Crystal coffin? This is not common. It is said that all the owners of coffins made of crystal are either mortal emperors or cultivators like Xiaochu. But this coffin is next to the whirlpool you mentioned. What if I get sucked in? ?Aren’t you going to be turned into a puppet by the Black Buddha Soul Boy?” Xiang Ming’s research on coffins is far greater than that of Lu Yue, and the status of a crystal coffin is far greater than that of a bronze coffin. It’s just in case it contains an emperor who advocates vanity. Isn’t it like trying to fetch water from a bamboo basket in vain? However, a crystal coffin is a rare occurrence in a thousand years. How can you be willing to do it without taking a gamble?

"It shouldn't be the emperor's coffin. All the monarchs of the Long family are buried on the back hill of the capital. Maybe it's the coffin of a certain saint." Lu Yue speculated.

"Then how can I escape the suction of the vortex?"

"Do you have to be next to the corpse when you summon it?" Lu Yue glared at Xiang Ming. He couldn't solve such a simple problem and even pretended to be a corpse herder! He didn't see Xiang Ming beside him when he summoned him. Didn't he still summon himself there?

Xiang Ming said with a bitter look on his face after hearing Lu Yue's words: "Then it depends on who is inside. If it is a mortal, I can summon him from Luoyu City to get him out. If it is really

If a cultivator knows Xiaochu, he must shorten the distance, otherwise I will suffer backlash if my strength is not enough."

"You mean I'm not as good as a mortal? When you summoned me from Snow Wolf Valley to Northern Xinjiang, I didn't know how far I had traveled, so don't show off to me!" Lu Yue said pretending to be angry.

"Then how can it be the same? When I summoned you, I had already set up a tombstone for you, and I knew your origin. Of course, it would be much easier to summon you this way, unless you tell me now that the crystal coffin contains

Who? In this case, I can summon him even in the underworld!" Xiang Ming quickly explained to Lu Yue that summoning corpses by corpse herders is not as simple as it seems on the surface, and the truth contained in it is only the corpse herders themselves.

clear.

After hearing this, Lu Yue sighed, took a few steps to Xiang Ming's side and warned: "You can't force anything, you will have your chance if you are destined." After speaking, he patted Xiang Ming's shoulder, and Lu Yue comforted him: "Then you try first.

Try it! I give you this water-avoiding bead. Pay attention to safety. If it really doesn't work, give up. Time is running out. Open the door to the underworld! I hope you can succeed when I come back."

Xiang Ming shook his head, slowly took out the Netherworld Flute and placed it to his lips, as if he was extremely reluctant to leave Lu Yue, his throat moved slightly, "Du...du, gulu-" The melodious flute sound floated out from the Netherworld Flute.

The sound was dull and winding, like the living calling the dead in the netherworld, desolate and desolate. After the flute sounded, a dark door slowly emerged from the Yellow River.

The cold breath spurted out from behind the moment the gate was opened, and in an instant, a thin layer of ice formed on the Yellow River. After the gate was halfway opened, Luoyu City felt like winter was coming, with snowflakes falling from the sky, many of them

The cultivators stopped and watched. It was snowing in May, and heaven was sending disasters and punishments to the world. Is there something big going to happen?

The water of the Yellow River had long been frozen. After Lu Yue stepped into the underworld, the gate closed with a "bang" and disappeared into the air. Taking advantage of the time when the cultivators from Luoyu City did not come, Xiang Ming found a secret place and broke through the ice to enter the Yellow River.

Inside.

"Nirvana Moon Lord, we have been waiting here for a long time." After seeing Lu Yue entering, the four war generals in the underworld raised their hands and said respectfully: "The Jingdi Emperors of the Heavens expected the Moon Lord to come, so they sent us early to wait here to wait for you!

The Moon Lord invites you!" After saying that, the four underworld generals all turned around, and a luxurious carriage came galloping from a distance. After approaching a few people, eight horses neighed, and the carriage stopped instantly, waiting for a few people to bow down.

"Please, Lord of the Moon!" the four great underworld generals said respectfully.

"You're welcome, brother. How are you, brother, I haven't seen you for a long time?" Lu Yue asked the four underworld generals while getting into the carriage. It should be noted that a day in the world is a year in the underworld. It has been so long since I have entered the underworld again, and a thousand years have passed quietly.

Don't know what changes will happen.

"Everyone is well, Emperor Jing! It's just that Emperor Jing often misses the Moon Master and Lord Ming, and is often lonely. I wonder why Lord Ming didn't come?" The leader of the four great generals drove a carriage towards Emperor Jing's city, constantly talking to Lu along the way.

Yue chatted and asked about Qingli's current situation.

The eight horses galloped through the air, their four hooves shining brightly in the air, and they made a rhythmic "ta-da" sound. Gusts of cold wind squeezed in from the window of the carriage, making a whining sound, like a woman choking in her ears.

Normally. When passing by Pluto City, Lu Yue opened the curtains and took a look outside. There were only a few people struggling to survive in the dilapidated city. The prosperous scene in the past declined because of the end of a dynasty.

Hey! Qingli China is not like this. Although the Holy City is still prosperous, there are no traces of Chinese cultivators. The people walking on the streets are foreign cultivators. How sad this is. With a sigh, Lu Yue closed her eyes and looked carefully.

Feeling the howl of the dark wind. Even though Lu Yue's cultivation was extraordinary and immune to cold and heat, she still felt that the dark wind of the underworld stung her cheeks.

Leaning on the car window, my mind was in chaos. I just felt a countercurrent swirling in my heart that refused to dissipate. It was as if there was a spiritual light playing hide and seek with me. I wanted to catch it, but I couldn't reach it. When you want to give up

When you take a break, it just happens to run up to you and show off in all directions.

I can't see clearly, I can't see clearly, I can't guess, I can't understand. What is it and why do I feel this way? The throbbing in my heart doesn't seem to come from Xiang Ming, but from a certain woman. Who could it be?

?Lu Shuangqi? Where is she now? Is Hongyan still in Lu?

Shuang Qi's side? Where did the two of them go? Hu Meier? She was taken away by the Dongfang family. Is she being persecuted at this moment? Luo Yuyan? This woman has nothing to do with me, why do I think of her? At the bottom of the Yellow River Valley

When we were in Luoyu Ancient City, why did we feel inexplicable palpitations after seeing her?

Lu Yue recalled the women who had appeared around her. Each one passed through her mind one by one, but she could never guess who it was. She opened her eyes and looked outside, and saw a winding stream flowing slowly. That day

The image of sitting by the stream and drinking with Bai Jing came to mind.

"I am a stream, not a river. Although it is gentle, it stretches for thousands of miles."

"Although the stream is small, it can flow for a long time. Although the river is prosperous, it flows into the sea quickly. But isn't this ocean a new world? If you are immersed in the trickle of your own reverie and have no fighting spirit, how can you appreciate the power of the river?

How can you feel the magnificence of entering the sea..."

"You are not a stream, how do you know what the fish in the pond is thinking?"

"Rivers flow into the sea, and heaven and earth circulate. How can the fish in the pond know how smooth the whale is in the sea?"

"Since the pond fish is just a pond fish, it is carefree and only becomes food for the fish after entering the sea. It is better to stay in the pond and live happily."

The conversation with Bai Jing that day is still in my mind. I would like to be that carefree fish in the pond, but everyone tells me that you are not a thing in the pond. Is this the arrangement of God? I have no intention.

I am that whale, but I am pushed to the forefront of the storm. The fish in the pond is exposed, and I can only struggle as hard as I can, otherwise the scorching sun will be waiting for me.

The objects in the pond can also be dazzling. Fireflies compete with the bright moon for brightness. Although it is difficult and difficult, once it breaks out of its cocoon and turns into a butterfly, it will be even brighter than that bright moon.

I am a pond fish and have nothing to think about. I just want to stay in the stream and enjoy the freedom and unrestrainedness. However, the water from the river flows into the stream field and brings the pond fish into the sea. The pond fish meets the sea whale and is frightened.

Struggling desperately, becoming stronger step by step. Chi Yu is stubborn and will not give up until he achieves his goal. Chi Yu is confused, what should he do after he is stronger than the sea whale?

Born as a fish in a pond, growing up in the rivers and seas, constantly transforming, breaking out of the cocoon and being reborn. Nirvana survives, the Phoenix burns and changes, struggling to move forward, Nirvana is the Moon Lord.