Yu Hulan was not here, but she did not think that he would lose control of this place because of his absence.

Perhaps he would not have thought that after committing the crime during the day, she would have the audacity to break in again that night.

But that doesn't mean that he won't make arrangements here.

The closed door of Gallery Youmeng is right in front of you.

In the previous life, when she came here, the mountain was set on fire. When she went up the mountain again, the entire gallery Youmeng had been reduced to rubble and ashes.

At that time, the color of the sky and the earth changed, black clouds filled the sky, and it seemed that only the fire she had ignited was left between the sky and the earth. The air smelled of burnt and blood, and she was only a thin line away from becoming possessed. She only relied on her last breath to hold on.

With.

Looking back carefully now, she actually didn't feel something was wrong at that time.

But she was faced with a formidable enemy and was eager to save people. She didn't know how long she could hold on, so she had no time to study it carefully.

Behind those smells of blood and scorched earth was the same sweet aroma as now.

And the fragrance that fills the sky is trying its best to cover it up...

Demonic spirit.

That's right, it's evil spirit.

The color of Ning Chan's pupils was lighter, with a layer of white covering them. The white tiger veins were originally spiritual veins. With the white tiger veins opening spiritual vision, he could see more clearly than at other times.

The moon is dark this night, but the stars are shining brightly, not dull. The Lingshi lamp is covered with snow, reflecting the brightness enough to see things.

Under the spiritual vision, there are wisps of strands, elusive and unpredictable, but not completely traceless.

Not seeing it clearly, Ning Chan raised her hand, and green Lihuo ignited from her fingertips, adding a layer of green spiritual energy in front of her pupils.

All other auras were finally covered by the green color, and the previously elusive demonic aura was finally nowhere to be seen.

The falling snow is still silent, but overwhelming.

Ningchan looked at the scenery in front of him and couldn't help but take half a step back.

Large tracts of snow fall throughout the four seasons of Huatang Mountain.

Everyone knows that Yu Hualan created such a gallery dream for his sister with his extraordinary power, just to make his sister smile, and Yu Huatang really lived here until his death three years ago.

But at this moment, she was looking at it with the White Tiger Pulse Vision of the Eight Desolate Heavens Realm...

When each piece of falling snow falls, it is to cover up a layer of evil spirit that can’t be suppressed from under the snow!

But it was only for a moment.

As soon as Ning Chan made a mistake, all the evil spirits disappeared as if they were her illusions.

The sweet aroma in the air quietly became stronger.

It has such a psychedelic flavor that one can't help but wonder to oneself...

After all, the evil spirit is an illusion.

Or is it an illusion that the evil spirit disappears?

Ningchan turned around sharply.

Behind her is still the closed door of the gallery Youmeng. There are complex spiritual pattern arrays engraved and flowing on the door, and those spiritual pattern arrays...

If she had been standing here in her previous life, she might not have known what it was. Maybe she just thought it was because Yu Huilan was overly grieved and sealed this place in a large array, just so that everything inside would not decay and the old things would last forever.

There are indeed these spiritual patterns on the door.

But all these spiritual pattern arrays are connected end to end, covered, and quietly intertwined, and finally the hidden outline is outlined...

Ningchan's eyes slowly changed back to their previous color.

She silently stared at the courtyard imprisoned by the spiritual pattern array.

Where is this gallery Youmeng?
Chapter completed!