This projection could also be seen by others. Until Xiang Feng cut off the screen, no one realized what happened.

Yu Zhengzong's face turned pale: "Are you kidding Protector Xiang?"

Shan Shui looked at Yu Zhanzong with pity: "Don't be afraid, Miss Zhanzong. When you come out, I will use my ancestral craftsmanship to make a treasure for you."

Yu Zhengzong was stunned: "I wonder what Shanshui Girl's ancestors did?"

Landscape: "Coffin Shop."

Yu Zhengzong: "..."

Under the envious and jealous (?) eyes of the two sisters from the Yuling Sect, she slowly took out the mimosa given by the old rowing man, and was forced to go up the single-plank bridge with Shanshui.

Yu Zhengzong looked back at Xiao Yuqing expectantly, hoping that he would tell her with all his strength: Don't be afraid, as long as I am here, you don't have to go anywhere.

Xiao Yuqing saw her looking back and noticed that her face was full of unconfidence, and quickly made a cheering gesture with encouragement: "Miss Yu, you are the best, I believe you will become the best furnace in the world of cultivating immortals!

"

Yu Zhengzong: "..."

Damn it, people from the Yuling Sect have clubbing in mind?

Just as she was about to grit her teeth and move forward, she heard Yu Jiangjiang shout affectionately: "Sister, wait!"

Yu Zhengzong burst into tears. This little bastard usually doesn't treat her well, but blood relations are still useful at critical times!

She turned back with red eyes, thinking silently in her heart that if she could come back alive, she would abandon all her past prejudices against Yu Jiangjiang and become a good sister who loves and protects her younger sister...

Yu Jiangjiang looked at her storage bracelet with a distressed look on his face: "Sister, you probably won't need those Guiyuan Pills anymore, so why don't you keep them with your sister first? Otherwise, my sister's storage bracelet won't open, and the Guiyuan Pills will be lost."

It’s all wasted.”

The storage bracelets and storage rings in Penglai Mountain are identified by blood. If the owner dies, the storage bracelet becomes a ball of scrap metal and the contents inside can no longer be taken out.

Yu Zhengzong almost couldn't help but hit Yu Jiangjiang's head with the spiritual grass. She was about to say goodbye to Yu Jiangjiang when a familiar song faintly sounded in her ears. She had to put her mind back and look straight at the clouds in front of her.

Walk in.

This Wuchuan River is more than ten meters wide, and the eerie green water in the river is exactly the same as the Dead Sea outside Guixu Mountain.

The only difference is that in the Dead Sea she only needed to hold the spiritual herbs in the boat, but here she had to carefully cross the single-plank bridge while fighting against the annoying illusions in front of her.

The handsome face of the senior brother appeared in front of her again. After the last experience, she didn't even want to talk to him.

"Zongzong, I am willing to do anything for you, as long as you forgive me..."

"Zhanzong, are you tired with the things in your hands? Can you let me take them?"

He was like a clingy slug. Every step she took, he followed her closely, nagging her to admit her mistake, and tried various tricks to deceive her into taking the magical herbs from her hand.

If it weren't for the fact that she had to maintain balance at the moment and it was inconvenient to hit him with the spiritual grass, she would definitely let him feel the pleasure of being wiped out in ashes.

Only ten meters away, Yu Zhengzong felt like she was about to finish the journey of her life. Her sense of balance was not good, and the single-plank bridge was only made of a rotten tree trunk. If she accidentally stepped on it, she would fall.

Enter the Wuchuan River.

When she landed smoothly, she patted her soaked clothes and lowered her head in confusion.

Why is it so wet? Is she scared to produce milk?

When she took a closer look, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that the wound had collapsed.

Shan Shui looked at her bloody white clothes and his face turned pale: "Girl Zhanzong, please stop the blood. Your Majesty hates the smell of blood the most."

Yu Zhengzong: "..."

Her eyes widened in collapse: "Can you teach me how to stop the bleeding?"

Shan Shui bent down and dug some mud from the ground, and whispered, "Why don't you put some mud on it first?"

Yu Zhanzong: “???”

In order to stop the bleeding as soon as possible, she took out the Guiyuan Pill and swallowed five pills in one breath.

After taking the elixir, she seemed to be surrounded by a warm golden light. She recalled in her mind the secret cultivation manual that she had peeked in Zha's father's study. She breathed out slowly and adjusted her breathing to an even rate.

The blood at the wound gradually stagnated, so she took off her white outer skirt, tore off the inner lining and tied it to the wound, then took out another set of black skirt from the storage bracelet and put it on her body.

Shan Shui nodded: "The taste is much lighter now."

Yu Zhengzong breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you, Miss Shanshui, for reminding me."

The two of them continued to walk forward, and the sea of ​​clouds that filled the sky and the earth gradually disappeared. Before she could see the building in front of her clearly, she was so cold that she sneezed.

"This is the Luan Palace. Hundreds of thousands of years ago, this was a temple, a palace where the goddess lived."

Shan Shui pointed to the heights covered by thick snow and sighed in a low voice: "The temple was originally the most beautiful place in the world. After the death of the goddess, this place became like this."

Yu Zhengzong knows about the Goddess. The Goddess is the daughter of the Gods. She is a woman favored by heaven. She was born in the spotlight of everyone. She was born as a god and has divine power.

The goddess does not need to practice. She stands at the pinnacle of life as soon as she is born. She looks down on all living beings and is respected by thousands of people. She can call the wind and rain, is immortal, and has thousands of incense offerings in the human world.

But for such a winner in life, he died miserable and helpless, with no one to collect his body. Even the six realms applauded when they heard the news of the goddess's death, as if the goddess had committed some heinous crime.

Yu Zhengzong didn't know exactly what happened that year. She just wanted to know why the goddess didn't take the Ghost King, her own son, with her when she died.

The Ghost King inherited his mother's magical power, but he just didn't do anything. Countless souls died in the hands of the Ghost King, and he didn't know when God would send thunder to cause the Ghost King to explode on the spot.

Yu Zhengsheng's hands and feet were numb from the cold, and his voice trembled slightly: "Miss Shanshui, what should I do to survive?"

Shan Shui was in a dilemma: "The king's temperament is unpredictable. I have been with the king for thousands of years with my master, but I still can't figure out the king's thoughts."

When Yu Zhengzong heard this, he almost cried on the spot. Is this a trip that will never come back?

"Girl Zhanzong, don't be afraid." Shanshui patted her arm, trying to comfort her: "The king kills people very quickly, so it shouldn't hurt much if he raises his hands and lowers his head."

Yu Zhengzong: "...?"

She grabbed Shan Shui's hand and burst into tears: "Do you have any medicine like Hedinghong on you? Just give it to me so that you can leave a whole body for me."

Shan Shui shook his head: "I don't have this kind of medicine, but Miss Zhanzong can rest assured. If you are worried about the whole body, I can sew the fallen head back on for you."

Yu Zhengzong felt that if she spoke a few more words to Shan Shui, she would not only shed tears, but she could already feel the urge to urinate.

Shan Shui hesitated for a long time, and finally said something humane: "The king likes obedient people. Remember not to disobey the king. Just follow the king's direction in everything."

Yu Zhengzong quickly wrote down these words, and wiped the tears from her eyes: "Are there any other things to note?"

Shan Shui clasped his fingers and told what he knew: "Men like sweet-tongued women. When you see the king, remember to say more words like 'It's so big', 'I like it so much' and 'Try harder'"

.”

Yu Zhengzong: "...who taught you this?"

"I heard it outside Master's house. When a woman says this, Master will be very happy."

Shan Shui raised his head and glanced at the sky: "It's getting late. I have to go back to sleep with Master. Come up quickly."

Yu Zhengzong was completely confused. She looked at Shanshui who was gradually receding, and decided that if she could get out alive, she must rescue Shanshui, an ignorant girl, from the sea of ​​fire.

She looked at the Luan Palace covered in snow, slowly raised her stiff legs and walked toward the endless stone steps.

The Luan Palace was built at a high place, and just walking up the stone steps took a full stick of incense. She was wearing thin cloth shoes, and the stone steps were covered with thick snow. Every time she took a step, her whole ankle was

Submerged in the snow.

The further you go up, the louder the howling wind and snow becomes.

A cold fan like a stepmother's mouth hit her face, and it hurt her face like a knife. The soles of her feet were almost soaked in the snow water. By the time she reached the highest point, her face and feet were frozen to the point of losing their strength.

Awareness.

Yu Zhengzong looked at the painted red palace door, took a deep breath, and moved forward at a steady pace.

If it wasn't for the fact that she was about to freeze into a popsicle, she felt that she could have stood outside the temple for another three days and three nights.

After entering Luan Palace, Yu Zhengzong realized how wrong he was. There was a thick layer of frost everywhere in the palace, like an ice cellar, and the temperature was almost unchanged from the outside.

She sniffed, feeling that even if she wasn't killed by the Ghost King today, she would be frozen to death here.

Yu Zhengzong sneezed three times in a row and walked in tremblingly: "Penglai Mountain disciple Yu Zhengzong pays homage to the Ghost King."

She didn't know where the Ghost King was. The Luan Palace was too big, and the white gauze curtains on the dozens of red-painted pillars fluttered in the wind, completely blocking her sight, so she had no choice but to bow first.

A slightly cold voice came from the inner hall: "Come in."

Yu Zhengtong hesitated for a moment. His voice was a little low and hoarse. It sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember where he heard it.

She didn't dare to pause too long. Shan Shui said that he didn't like being disobeyed, and she was afraid that he would be unhappy if she waited too long.

There was a thin layer of ice on the ground, so she walked carefully, fearing that she would fall on her butt if she slipped.

Yu Zhengzong originally thought that the inner hall was also very cold, but after entering, he realized that the inner hall was better than the outer hall. At least the ground was not frozen.

She didn't dare to raise her head to look at the Ghost King, her lowered eyes could only glance at the white corners of his clothes.

Rong Shang stood by the soup pool, gently stroking the texture of the beads with his fingertips, and narrowed his eyes lazily: "Come here."

She arrived just in time, as he was about to take a bath.

The servants who used to serve him in Luan Palace are all dead. He didn't like making noise, so the servants were all deaf and mute.

He was in a hurry this time and it would take time to re-select servants, so he first asked Xiang Feng to call Yu Zhengzong over.
To be continued...