"Swish!"

In the darkness.

A pair of eyes that looked like the purest between heaven and earth suddenly opened, and an unparalleled halo was blooming.

"Thank you, Master."

The hoarse and weak sound shakes the void and is also transmitted from the upper blood pool hell.

"Just wake up."

Mie Du lay on the blood pool, dying, and when he heard this, he forced a smile.

"It would be better if the donor wakes up!"

"Wait for me for three days."

The sound rang out from below again. This time, the weakness was no longer there, but it was extremely transparent.

"Master, hold on!"

"certainly."

Mie Du closed his eyes and only murmured: "The little monk still wants to see the fairy face again, how can he die just now?"

"Three days, three days..."

His body was slightly sunk and his breath fell into a certain silence.

In the field.

No more sound.

"who is he?"

Guo Fan spoke and broke the silence.

When Qian Jizi came to save people in the volcanic hell, the first person Prince Zhu Fu wanted to save was this person.

now.

Middu is willing to die and tries his best to save this person.

Many top masters here showed obvious emotional fluctuations when they heard this person wake up.

He was even locked up by people in the underworld and was specifically locked up in the Avici Hell, which claimed to have suffered endless torture.

Who is this person?

Where does it come from?

He couldn't help but be a little curious.

"Everyone knows that there are eighteen major sects in the world."

Qingshiko spoke slowly: "In fact, there are several hidden places besides these eighteen major sects."

"good."

Lian Wuhen Interface: "Some of these places are passed down from generation to generation, while others have other reasons."

"Anyway, it's not very well known to outsiders!"

"But in terms of strength, these hidden places may not be inferior to the 18th National Congress, and may even be far beyond that."

"The person below comes from a secret place, named Xuanxin Sect, and is the contemporary sect leader."

"Xuanxin Sect?"

Guo Fan's eyes flashed.

In Zhao Wudi's memory, there is indeed no such so-called Xuanxin Sect.

"It's not surprising that Master Zhao has never heard of Xuanxin Sect. After all, this sect has always been low-key, and most of them have passed down from generation to generation."

Qingshizi smiled and said, "But there is a place you should know, Yanyue Holy Land, where Senior Xian Gongliang lives in the cave."

"Yanyue Holy Land, the Immortal in the Cave."

Guo Fan nodded silently.

The top master in this world is the so-called Three Immortals, who can compete with the ten ghost generals alone.

Even if you lose, you will be proud.

In the world where the body is located, it is the rumored expert in Tongxuan Realm who can fly and escape from the sky!

Since the Xuanxin Sect can be named with Yanyue Holy Land, the sect leader thinks that he is not as weak as the immortal in the cave.

If not...

It's not worth the excitement of these people either.

He asked immediately, "I wonder what this senior is called?"

"senior?"

Qingshiko fell into deep thoughts and paused before saying, "Sect Master Zhao, you...you shouldn't have to call her senior."

"oh?"

Guo Fan was stunned.

…………

In a trance, three days have passed.

Guo Fan stood in the blood pool, his eyes closed, and he was pretending to sleep.

He dared not sleep.

The alien power in the blood pool swallows the spirit of energy and spirit. Once it relaxes, the mind may be lost.

Maintaining this sleep-like and not sleep-like condition can keep your mind stable to the greatest extent and be free from interference from alien forces.

The only regret is.

Here, even if you practice Xuanwu true skills, you cannot increase your cultivation, and instead benefit others.

However, if you don’t understand any problems in your practice, you can ask others for advice.

In addition to involving the core methods of this sect, Qingshizi and others knew everything.

They have all opened the ancestral acupoints between their eyebrows and their high-level cultivation, but their experience in cultivation is endless treasures.

In a daze, Guo Fan suddenly frowned.

And open your eyes and glance around.

"It seems...what is wrong?"

"You see it."

Qingshizi smiled and nodded: "The Master Zhao's mind is transparent and pure, and it's really amazing!"

"It's the mysterious realm of the heart."

Lian Wuhen's voice came: "I didn't expect that after several years, I almost realized this amazing skill."

"Senior has gone too far."

A gentle sound fell from the ground, and Guo Fan's eyes suddenly became dazed, as if a ripples swept across the entire blood pool hell.

Open your eyes again.

The birds sing and the flowers are fragrant in front of you, the wind is beautiful, and the long-lost fragrance of mountains and fields is coming, which makes people intoxicated.

"This is……"

"This is the wonderful realm of the wonderful heart and mind."

A soft voice rang beside him.

Guo Fan turned his head and his first impression was a beauty, who was so thrilling that she was as beautiful as a fairy.

In his memory, there are many beautiful women.

Such as Zhu Lianxue, Xue Qian, Song Yunfeng, Xuanshuang, etc., but none of them can be compared with the woman in front of you.

The skin is as white as cream, white as red, gentle as jade, crystal clear.

Standing on the rock beside you, you are as vast as an immortal, standing proudly like a celestial being descended from the earth and dare not look directly at it.

A white dress floats in the wind, and a head pours down like a waterfall, making it indescribable with elegance and elegance.

Especially those eyes, clear and bright, as bright as stars, like the world of heaven and earth.

Amazing!

"Miss Miaozhen, I haven't seen her for a long time."

The sound of extinction sounded.

Guo Fan turned around and looked at it. It was not only the destruction, but also the Qingjingzi, the refining Wuhen, the evil of heaven, the empress, Du Ye and others.
To be continued...