Descent of the Phoenix

The sound rang in the ear of Haoyue, and Xuanyuan’s voice was secret.

Taking a step forward, Xuanyuan Che pointed at the stone plaque at the top of the dilapidated temple. Yuyue saw the faint moonlight and vaguely saw the two characters on the stone plaque, the National Temple.

"Although the defeat, but the National Temple is the National Temple, the plaques of the founding fathers of the Southern Song Dynasty, other than can be compared, is a holy place." Xuanyuan Che recovered his hand.

It is no wonder that the Southern Song Dynasty kingdom can let the solitary night live here, which is also a symbol of status.

"Go, go in and see what kind of tricks you are going to play." Stepping forward.

The National Temple is a national temple. It is also said that it is the same as that of the night. However, with the help of Yun Zhao, Hao Yue does not believe that the night of the solitary is to respect the temple of the founding of the Southern Song Dynasty. All of them abandoned the palace and lived here.

There is a problem, there is definitely a problem.

In my heart, I stepped into the boundary pillar of the National Temple.

In the immediate moment, there is a scene of flowers, just the moonlight is faint, the dark clouds cover, and the temple is shabby and desolate.

Suddenly converted into lotus pond moonlight, the piece of lotus leaf flutters in front of the eyes, a pool of lotus leaves at the foot with the night wind ups and downs, the fragrance is smashing, the pool water is on the feet, there is a temple in front, that is a piece Lotus field.

Haoyue suddenly shocked, and quickly stopped to move.

The illusion is definitely a fantasy. She has suffered such a loss.

One step to stop, Haoyue has not opened the Xuanyuan Che around, the arm suddenly suddenly tightened, the whole person was pulled back.

After one step back, the scenery in front of the eyes changes rapidly, not what the wreckage of the temple is.

One finger points to the land in front of the boundary pillar, and the fast track of the moon: "There is..."

"Hey." Xuanyuan Chezhi immediately pressed the lips of Haoyue, and prevented the moon from being exported. Such a quiet world can also be transmitted far away in small voices.

"The place where the night is alone, you can't be reckless." The sound of the ear sounded, and Xuanyuan Che held the hand of Haoyue.

There is no guardian guardian here, and there is nothing to be done. How can she forget this?

Around the head, Haoyue smiled toward Xuanyuan, and Xuan’s appointment led Xuanqi to walk forward.