Inside and outside the formation, there are two completely different worlds.

All the noise was almost completely isolated. Even with her current perception ability, the only sound left in her ears was the sound of falling snow.

It was an almost absolute silence.

And because I could capture the rustling sound of almost every piece of snow falling to the ground, my mind went blank for a short time, making it difficult to concentrate.

This is the sequelae of forcibly and directly improving one's realm.

In addition, all these sounds of falling snow are also part of the Huatang Formation, which inherently has the effect of disturbing people's minds.

Ning Chan didn't waste time to adapt. The moment she stepped into Huatang Mountain, fire was already burning in her palms.

Then it was covered on the mask.

The next moment, a thin layer of fire appeared on Puppet's mask, as if it was flowing.

The Wuji Realm can see through all disguises, except the Cage Fire.

Eight Desolate Heavens and Shrinking Earth.

She doesn't have much time.

Although Huatang's formation couldn't stop her from moving in and out, as long as the formation was touched, Yu Hualan would definitely feel it.

Fortunately, the Tao Seeking Conference was held today, and it was difficult to control the crowd. Some curious disciples from other sects ignored the ban and quietly ran to Huatang Mountain, which is famous all over the world. They wanted to take a closer look at Gallery Youmeng, but they accidentally touched the big crowd.

As for the formation, it is really normal.

As luck would have it, just before she came in, she did see a few disciples of Taiqin Tianxiang poking their heads outside the formation.

Huatang Mountain is so big that even Suzaku Wuji cannot cover every inch with spiritual consciousness at all times.

This is the best time for her to enter here.

Ning Chan used his spiritual consciousness as a touch and quietly touched the formation a few times from the direction of those disciples, causing a small shock.

It was through this door gap that she walked in.

She has only been to Huatang Mountain once, so to say it is familiar, she is not very familiar with it, not to mention that after the fire started a prairie fire, it was completely different from the snowy and foggy fairyland at the moment.

But fortunately, there is only one way to draw Tangshan.

A narrow road of white marble winding upward like a lone crane raising its neck.

There is a battle on the road.

The white marble is supposed to be cold, but because of the existence of this layer, it remains unstained by snow, and instead shows a bit of gleaming warmth.

There is such a jade-colored road in the white snow that winds up to the sky, as if going up along the road, the destination is the ethereal white jade capital.

Ning Chan's figure was like a ghost. Every time he shrank, his toes almost touched the jade steps, not touching the white snow beside the jade steps. Then he shrank for a moment and climbed up the steps.

Because she knew that every piece of seemingly harmless white snow could be turned into a snow blade that moved according to Yu Huilan's thoughts.

This is Yu Hualan’s real home court.

Because this Huatang formation was laid out inch by inch by his own hands.

As everyone knows, there are three great scenes in this world.

The lotus pond flower path in Hexu Mountain is composed of sky and water twilight lotus that changes color with the four seasons. Especially when the twilight comes together, the sky and lotus colors connect, which is so beautiful that words cannot describe it.

In the great light realm of Mount Jiuyi, there are countless spiritual treasures that have never been born, and the spiritual light blooms together, covering the entire mountain into an almost pure white holiness.

Only Gallery Youmeng is a beautiful dream created by Yu Hualan personally for his sister Yu Huatang, who is known as the most beautiful girl in the world.

It is said that countless people expressed their admiration for Yu Huatang at that time, and some even sacrificed all their wealth to meet her. There are rumors that among the elders of Shaohe Zhiyuan, there are people who admired Yu Huatang in the past.

Those who are willing to stay and work in the abyss of Shaohe.

Later, the high-minded Yu Huatang actually married Liu Yimian, the head of the Liu family who had always been attached to Shaohe Zhiyuan. From then on, she lived in the gallery Youmeng, and no one saw her face again.

Countless legends about her came to an abrupt end, and countless people sighed with regret, and all of this turned into a real dream three years ago.

Yu Huatang is dead.

The year after her death, the Liu family was exterminated as if they were buried with her.

All these rumors that Ning Chan had known about in her previous life but had never thought about in detail appeared in her mind one by one about Youmeng in the gallery.

When I point my toes for meditation, the faint green on the mountain top is getting closer and closer.

It was impossible for her to leave anything behind that might reveal her identity.

The moment she entered Huatang's formation, she had already peeled off the outer garment of the Hexu Taoist uniform and put on a goose-yellow outer robe. She even abandoned her sword and took off a soft whip from the puppet's body.

There is someone on the top of the mountain.

There is still blood on the mountain top.

Such strong and thick blood made even Ning Chan, who was flowing from the river of blood, couldn't help but frown slightly.

It is hard to imagine that there could be such a thick color of blood on the snow that is as deserted as a deep pool here.

Yu Huulan's voice penetrated the wind and snow, and fell on Ning Chan's ears.

"Aye, isn't the entire Liu family enough for you to kill?" Yu Hualan's voice was almost gentle, but it made people shudder inexplicably: "If others can't tell, don't I know it's you? I'll kill you too, drag it on.

After traveling through the whole Abyss of Shaohe, do you know how troublesome it is to cover up this matter for you? You are really confident."

Ning Chan added another layer of anonymity to himself, and even stopped breathing for a moment.

Her spiritual consciousness quietly submerged into the wind and snow, and for a moment, she finally outlined the scene on the top of the mountain.

The door of Youmeng Gallery is closed and covered with vines. Apparently no one has opened the door for a long time.

There is a sea of ​​flowers in front of the door. Although no one is taking care of it, it is blooming in full bloom because of the formation covering it. There are all kinds of strange floral fragrances mixed together, blending into a strange and indescribable sweet aroma.

The aroma is withered and rotten, yet sweet to the point of being cloying.

There is an open space in front of the sea of ​​flowers.

Yu Huulan sat on a landscape stone in front of the open space in a somewhat inconspicuous manner, supporting his knees with one hand, and using the other hand to lift a man's chin with the tip of a sword made of ice and snow.

The ice and snow were sharp, and the tip of the sword sank into the skin, quickly turning that corner of the ice and snow red.

In other words, the ice and snow sword that was supposed to be flawless had already been soaked in blood, but it was now covered by the snow that fell and gathered from the sky again.

Even so, there were still drops of blood falling drop by drop.

Ning Chan in his previous life was not always with Yu Bieye.

When she first picked him up, he was covered in injuries. During the three years when she went to Cangkui Mountain to kill the fallen demons, he was more or less injured when he was by her side. Not to mention that after that, almost every time she

When he opened his eyes again after seclusion, Yu Bieye's sleeves were covered with layers of new wounds.

She has no intention of keeping her junior brother by her side forever.

Secret realm, small world, cave... Those who want to become immortals must practice if they want to break through the realm and become stronger.

Injuries are inevitable.

In her first rebirth, she had seen Yu Bieye, who was weak but strong after just killing the earthworm in the Lingxi Secret Realm. She had also seen Yu Bieye, who had half of his back burned and festered by the magic light after he crossed the border and killed Elder Yu Meng.

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But there has never been a more miserable Yubie night than now.

He was lying on his back on the ground, his long black hair spread underneath him. His chin was picked up by the ice sword and had to be raised upwards in an extremely uncomfortable arc. The sharp lines of his chin were stained with blood. His limbs were covered with ice picks.

Nailed to the ground, with barely an inch of intact skin on his body, the falling snow in the sky turned into a sharp blade for Ling Chi, and the material of his clothes was entangled in his wound, turning it into a dark purple.

His face was pale, and his face was the only intact part of his body. Under such unimaginable pain, his expression was almost numb, and there was even a careless indifference and sneer.

It seems like this isn't the first time this has happened.

He raised his head and looked at Yu Hulan for a moment before slowly speaking.

His voice was cold, almost hoarse from exhaustion, but it carried an overly clear sarcasm: "Are you angry? Why don't you kill me now?"

"How could I be willing to kill you?" Yu Hualan also smiled: "Aye, you are my... son."

There it is again.

He obviously knew how to anger Yu Bieye better.

Yu Bieye's eyes suddenly changed.

His breathing became thicker, and his pupils were like bottomless abyss, spreading out endless, almost twisted hatred.

Seeing him like this, Yu Hualan laughed.

After laughing twice, Yu Hualan's voice suddenly stopped. He turned his head suddenly and looked in the direction of the jade steps, his voice suddenly cold: "Who is there?!"

The fire suddenly appeared.

The overly violent fire ignited the entire sea of ​​flowers almost instantly. The flowers that seemed to never fade were ignited with illusory fire, and the air became scorching until no more snowflakes could penetrate the sky.

Fire color.

Ning Chan stepped out of a prairie fire.

The yellow clothes were illuminated by the fire and turned into a golden orange. Puppet's huge mask completely covered her face, making the fire illusory. Yu Hulan could only see her gender, not even her age.
To be continued...