Record of Chaos

　　 (817 books wishing to catch a net and hunt ghosts, turned into a moon in the water)

　　 The sudden blizzard on the first day of the new year was not smaller even at night. Although it was only five or six hours, the ground was already covered with thick snow. The wind screamed in the mountains and forests, like a ghost weeping.

　　 A dark snowy night, this is nothing in the eyes of the monks. The snow reflected the dim light of the night, showing a faint blue color. But the blizzard flying in his eyes makes people a little bit unable to open their eyes.

　　 A slim and petite woman, wearing a close-fitting black dress, walked alone in the mountains and forests, creaking in the snow.

　　 She didn't know how long she had been walking, but she finally saw a huge black bird-shaped rock against the background of the blue night sky. There has long been a figure standing on the rock.

　　 "He's here. Why is he a woman? Is there anyone else?" Song Ruhai asked through transmission.

　　 "No, he is the only one in the radius of ten miles." Gou Zhu replied, "Let's get in touch first."

　　 Gouzhu and everyone hid in the water mirror refractive array that Huang Lu laid in the nearby dense forest, waiting for the arrival of the Song family ancestors. This array can excellently shield the other party's senses and divine consciousness.

　　The person who came was not Song Ruqing as they expected, but Ye Nuer, Song Ruqing's maid. This charming and well-behaved woman raised her head and said to Song Ruhai: "The slave and maidservant are here. The son, tell me how to deal?"

　　 Song Ruhai's request to the ancestor is that he must come alone. After coming, let's talk about the way of trading.

　　 Song Ruhai looked at this seemingly weak young woman, and felt that the other side's realm was only in the early stage of foundation construction, and was slightly stronger than the mortal. This made him undecided.

　　 "Although the breath is similar, I don't believe you are here."

　　 "Hehe, the son really is a prudent person." Ye Nu'er smiled gently, and there was already a soul bead on the palm of his hand.

　　 A black air gushed out from the soul beads, and poured into Ye Nu'er's mouth, nose, eyes and ears like a tide. Song Ruhai suddenly felt that this humble maid's realm had risen sharply, reaching the golden core!

　　 "The little girl is just a soul. Isn't it the same with which leather bag?"

　　 The ancestors of the Song family should naturally not call themselves "little women". But he has developed a habit of playing role-playing all day. As long as he uses Ye Nu'er's body, he can't help but act as a slave girl.

　　 Song Ruhai frowned, he felt a little sick. But since this guy is here, he can't let him slip away again.

"I have brought Song Lan. You can judge the truth with your spiritual consciousness. If there is no problem, you will enter the battlefield and exchange blood soul roots with me. After the exchange, you will take Song Lan, you and I will never again connection."

"Is it?"

　　 As if accompanied by the charm in Ye Nu'er's eyes, many tiny black threads like spider silk shot out of her eyes, swaying along the wind, and entwining Song Ruhai in.

　　 If he really stood there, he would be the puppet of the ancestor now. But Song Ruhai is just a phantom made up of shadow beads. So those black lines went through with the wind, without effect.

　　 "If the exchange is over, the son might as well make an appointment with the slave and maidservant what he wants, and instead frame the slave and maid what should I do?"

　　Yanu'er's statement is actually very close to the plan of embarrassment. Of course, her reaction was within the expectations of the deceit.

　　 So Goujiu has prepared the real Song Lan's body, but the spirit in it is an indistinguishable imitation. Unless the ancestors of the Song family really try to swallow them, they won't be aware of it.

　　 If this ancestor is extremely cautious and insists not to enter the battle, they can also hand over this "Song Lan" first.

　　 This is the worst case. A better deal is that without surrendering Song Lan's body, the ancestor can be brought into the formation. As long as he enters the formation, the formation will automatically operate, and the rest is beyond his control.

　　 "If I have already obtained the blood soul root, what good is it for me to frame you again? Besides, a cultivator with the perfect virtual core level in me, even if he controls the bloodline, it is impossible to fight against your golden core strength in a blink of an eye."

　　 Song Ruhai said calmly.

　　 Ye Nu'er's eyes flickered, and she smiled and said: "The son is resourceful and resourceful. Who knows if he teamed up with the masters of the Jade Palace to hunt the little girl?"

　　 "You have to say that, I can't help it. Then this business can't be done."

　　 Song Ruhai knows that the most important thing when doing business is not to let the other party realize that he is determined to win. Expressing the intention to give up at the right time can increase your weight in the negotiation.

　　 Ye Nu'er smiled and said: "The slave servant has a way. The son first moves sister Lan'er to the formation. The slave servant enters the formation and exchanges the root fruit with the son."

　　 This is actually a way. If Song Lan's body was sent to the formation, the Song family ancestors would have to personally enter the formation if they wanted to succeed. After all, he had only one person here, and no other helpers.

　　 Once Ye Nu'er enters the formation, the bloodline involvement in the Blood Soul Root Fruit Formation is controlled by the formation. It is impossible for the ancestors of the Song family to control Song Ruhai through Ye Nu'er. At that time the formation was activated, and most of them were able to exchange roots and fruits smoothly.

　　 This is not to say that there are no other accidents.

　　 But the soul of Song Lan is not genuine. In the worst case, that is, the transaction fails, Song Lan's body is destroyed, and the soul can still exist as the eighteenth puppet.

　　 No one spoke for about ten breaths. Although the wind screamed and Ye Nu'er was covered with snow, the atmosphere was as solemn as the air was freezing. Song Ruhai was still waiting for the decision to gouge.

　　 Gouzhu calculated all the possibilities, nodded slightly, and said to Song Ruhai: "Yes."

　　 On the Black Bird Peak, Song Ruhai's phantom finally nodded and said, "Then trade like this."

　　 A wave of space rippled away on the empty snow. After the white light dissipated, a handsome and tall monk and a white jade coffin were added to the snow.

　　 This is Song Ruhai's real body, and the phantom on the top of the peak has disappeared.

　　 Song Ruhai was obviously sent by using a small teleport symbol. Small teleport symbols can only be transmitted within a range of hundreds of steps. It stands to reason that the source of transmission will also fluctuate in space.

　　 At this time, I don't know what means he used to cover it, so that Ye Nu'er's golden core divine consciousness can't detect its source.

　　 Ye Nu'er's eyes condensed immediately, and the causal thread of countless bloodlines spread like a spider web.

　　 However, as soon as these filaments touched the invisible magic circle on the snow, they changed their trajectory and were dragged into the surrounding formations.

　　 Song Ruhai couldn't see these lines of cause and effect, but these things were involved in the formation, he immediately felt a wave of inspiration around him, and it was clear.

　　 "Huh, you old monster, you really don't want to die."

　　 Song Ruhai calmly looked at Ye Nu'er outside the formation. Since he appeared in his true form, he naturally prevented the opponent from this trick.

"Chuck," Ye Nu'er smiled, "Brother son is really good. But it's not so easy for you to trick the little girl into the battle. If you don't open the life and death coffin, can the little slave be fooled? "

　　 There was a warning sign in his heart, who was monitoring everything in the water mirror refractive array.

　　 It wasn't that there was something wrong with the spirit of heaven and earth, but he was aware from the expression and tone of this Ye Nu'er that this person didn't seem to be obediently completing the transaction.

　　 "You can show him, but..."

　　 The hook paused and reminded Song Ruhai: "The situation is not good. I will listen to my order and I will withdraw. You immediately terminate the transaction and send it back together with the jade coffin. Then you first withdraw, let's proceed according to the situation."

　　 Huang Lu opened another teleportation array in the water mirror refractive array. The teleportation channel has been opened and can be withdrawn at any time. This is the hole card left by Goblin.

Where there is life, there is hope. Even if the ancestor of the Song family ran away this time, he wanted to get Song Lan, and sooner or later he would come to the door to trade with them.

　　 "He will definitely come in!"

　　 Song Ruhai thought about www.wuxiaspot.com secretly in his heart, but he didn't answer the question. He just sweated his palms, quietly clenched his fists, and then with a thought, the jade coffin squeaked open.

　　 The dead and alive jade coffin itself cannot isolate the divine consciousness. Even if the coffin is covered, there is no obstacle to Song Patriarch. But opening the lid of the coffin and taking a closer look really made him feel more at ease.

　　 Song Lan was wearing a white cotton dress and a heavy cloak. She was lying in the coffin at this time. Although her eyes were closed tightly, she still had a slightly surprised expression on her face. As if she had seen this cousin's betrayal with her own eyes, she was still in shock.

　　 Ye Nu'er took a closer look, swept away the consciousness, and took it back. When she spoke again, her expression was no longer that of the delicate maid, but a rough laugh:

　　 "Haha, you deserve to be a son of my Song family. You actually brought people out. Are you not afraid that Cuiyu Palace will treat you as a betrayal?"

　　 "Why do you care about my business?" Song Ruhai gritted his teeth secretly.

"It's a pity. Although you still have some ability, you are considered the best among the Song family, but you still miscalculate, after all, you are still too young. Tsk tsk, how can it be so easy to plot against your ancestors? ?"

　　 Even though Ye Nu'er still had the same appearance of that little girl, and her voice was still shrill, her expression became hideous and distorted, just like an evil spirit who had been suppressed in **** for hundreds of years and finally escaped.

　　 The evil spirit walked around next to the formation specially arranged for him, and looked at Song Ruhai in the formation from time to time, but just like deliberately angering him, he didn't go in.

　　 "You never thought about it, your ancestors, I didn't plan to deal with you at all? I want to trick the old man into the battle, hahahaha! It's crazy, whimsical, and extremely naive!"