Monument of Life and Death

   Chapter 712

  Suddenly, the strength from Zhang Boyin's hand loosened.

  Qin Yin and Baomu dragged Wenling back down, Xiaolan immediately let go of the hand holding Wenling, and she was able to stabilize her footsteps.

  Zhang Boyin let go of Wen Ling, and at the same time, he rushed towards them.

   Xiaolan's muscles are tight, and he takes a closer look.

  Zhang Boyin did not pounce at them, but at himself!

"open!…"

  Xiaolan only had time to shout a word, and a severe tingling suddenly came from her neck. Zhang Boyin held her neck with both hands and threw her directly to the ground.

again!

   "Xiaolan!"

Luo Jiutian didn't care about the taboo, and hugged Zhang Boyin's arms from behind, trying to control his hands. However, Zhang Boyin's power could not be resisted, and those hands were still tightly tied to Xiaolan's neck. , Tighten it a little bit.

  A power that even fools can’t resist...

   "Go away!" The Taoist shouted.

  The moment the fool and Luo Jiutian jumped apart, three spells flew over from the side and slammed into the crazy Zhang Boyin.

  The three spells gleamed with icy blue gleams in mid-air, and stopped on Zhang Boyin's arms and the top of his head respectively. When they touched Zhang Boyin's skin, the blue light on the spell flashed, and then went out.

  Xiaolan's vision began to blur. She opened her mouth, and something that could not help but flowed out of her mouth, not knowing whether it was blood or saliva, and there was a harsh rubbing sound from the bones of her neck.

  Because of the pain in her neck, Xiaolan's muscles all over her body were trembling, and her hands were helplessly scratching the ground.

   Helpless.

   Xiaolan tried to stabilize her mind, exhausted the last bit of strength, and grabbed her right hand, a golden light flashed, and the lock whip appeared in her hand.

   Attack? …

  Zhang Boyin's expression was still very calm, Xiaolan looked at that face through the dim tears in his eyes.

  If you kill him here, is it the evil mountain **** or Zhang Boyin himself?

   But, if you don’t attack...

  Luo Jiutian saw that the Taoist master’s spell had failed again, and when he was about to rush towards Zhang Boyin with the fool, he saw his Benlong Pond through Yuguang.

  Panglong Pond fell behind the coffin, where Zhang Boyin had just fallen.

  If you just use it, there should be no problem.

  Luo Jiutian barely hesitated, ran straight to pick up the Panlong Pond, and when he touched the smooth surface of the Panlong Pond, the same temperature came from the dark brown luster.

  This is your own Panlong Pond, engraved with your own name, which is part of your own soul.

  It is also waiting for itself.

  Luo Jiutian held Panlong Pond with his right hand, quickly turned around, and pointed at Zhang Boyin with a single finger with his left hand.

   "Strong Thunder!"

  The blue light hit Zhang Boyin's waist, and Xiaolan suddenly felt that the strength on his hands was a little looser.

   "Nine days!" Dao Chang yelled out in silence.

  Luo Jiutian’s eyes were bloodshot. He didn't hear the words of the Taoist leader at all. He raised the Panlong Pond in his hand and shouted loudly.

  "Qianyuan!—Zhou Xie!"

  The water dragon did not appear from the window, but gradually emerged from the ground. The huge dragon head almost occupied the whole room. The Qianyuan dragon did not even detect it. At the moment of forming, the eyes radiated blood-red light.

   "诛!—evil!—"

   Qian Yuan opened his mouth and bit down towards Zhang Boyin.

  At the end of Xiaolan's consciousness, a huge gray-blue wave swept his sight.

  She looks like a person who was crushed by the tsunami.

  The sound of water.

water.

   Surging, flying, rising tide, falling tide.

  The sound of water gradually subsided.

   Then, she felt warm.

  The warm air current travels through her body, and as the air current circulates, its temperature drops a little bit.

do not want.

   Xiaolan frowned, stretched out both hands, as if to keep the temperature that was leaving.

  However, what he touched with his palm was cold.

  I’m in...

  Grumbling...

  Suffocation.

   "Cough...cough..."

   Xiaolan suddenly opened his eyes and looked around in horror.

water.

  There is water everywhere.

  You are in the water!

  There is a golden-red light band in front of him, standing in front of him, that is the only light source.

  Xiaolan swam to the strip of light, stretched out his arm, and touched it.

  Icy cold.

  I was locked in a door, and the light came in from the crack of the door less than a finger's width.

  Xiaolan walked along the door and fumbled around.

  Her heart is beating violently.

  This kind of touch, this shape...

I remembered.

  This is the vessel for the execution of the fire, which is the stamen of the underwater stone lotus.

  The place where I first saw Fire Lotus.

  When being dragged into her story by Fire Lotus, in the first act, he escaped from here and fell into the water at that time.

  Is the story repeating itself?

   Xiaolan desperately slammed into the walls of the Shilian container, but it didn't move.

  This time is different.

   Xiaolan strenuously stretched out his fingers along the gap, but a stronger pain came in instantaneously.

  She quickly retracted her hand.

   is fire.

  Outside the container, there is actually a flame.

How can it be?

What exactly is going on?

   Xiaolan stubbornly covered her mouth and hit the walls of Shi Lian.

  The surging sound of water and the sound of burning flames played extremely harmonious notes in her ears.

  Slowly, it seems that there really is a sound of music.

  From far to near, it surrounds Shi Lian.

  A chorus of women.

  Countless ethereal and remote voices floated around her, and the melody gradually became clear.

   Xiaolan was startled, and sucked in a mouthful of water.

  Isn’t this the tune I heard in the cave?

  The same melody, except that the sound I heard at the time was played by an instrument, but now it has become a human voice.

After taking a sip of water, Xiaolan clearly felt that the last few traces of oxygen in his body seemed to be leaving too.

   Surrounded by fire and water, surrounded by music, Xiaolan weakly sank to the bottom of Shi Lian, and gradually closed his eyes.

   "It's not good!" Qin Yin's tears slipped out, "Xiaolan has no breath! Come on! Xiaolan..."

After Qianyuan retreated, everyone saw the wet Xiaolan and Zhang Boyin lying on the ground. The two were intact, but both fell into a coma.

  Qin Yin couldn't take care of her stumped leg anymore, and rushed to Xiaolan's side and hugged her.

   Daochang's face was pale, he froze in place, and for a while, he turned his head and looked at Luo Jiutian, who was standing on the other side.

  Luo Jiutian hugged Panlongchi with both hands, his face also pale.

  There is still a trace of luck illusion in the heart of Taoist Master.

  But then, Luo Jiutian's Panlongchi crashed to the ground with a cry, and Dao Chang's heart also began to fall.

   is over.

After   , Qin Yin called out that sentence.

  "What the **** are you guys doing! Come here!" Qin Yin cried angrily, "Xiaolan is going to be out of breath! Xiaolan has no breath!..."

  (End of this chapter)