The moment Zhao Xianger jumped into the well, the blue and white sedan chair with white curtains fluttering past the arch of the imperial city.

The young Emperor had already stood in front of the hall and waited. This imperial city, which was originally covered with clouds, gradually became noisy after the arrival of the sedan chair.

Ning Changjiu said: "It should be [58 Novel www.58xs.info] who is visiting the world, go and have a look?"

Ning Xiaoling's eyes were bright and full of admiration and reverence. When she heard Ning long-term speaking, she subconsciously shook her head: "It's not a monster with three heads and six arms, what's the best thing about it?"

After saying that, Ning Xiaoling sat up from the shore of the lake, clapped his hands, and walked towards the direction opposite the city gate.

Ning Changjiu looked at her delicate and petite back and his eyes narrowed slightly.

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To the north of the imperial city, in the center of the Immortal Forest, the gate of the Witch Lord's Hall had slowly opened. The disciples in the sacrificial robes held notes in their hands and entered the hall one after another, as if they were a morning court.

Everything that happened in the imperial city recently was recorded in their hands.

The old figure of the witch master was entrenched on the green jade lotus seat. The ancient book he never put down was now spread on his knees. The folds in front of him were all made of wooden blocks with notes of paper, and they had already piled up into three stacks.

The witch stretched out his index finger with his extremely long nails and hooked it up. The folds floated out of thin air. The notes spread out, and they were spread out in front of him. The witch's gaze slowly glanced over them, and his brows gradually frowned.

"At midnight, Zhao Shisong was assassinated and stopped by a little Taoist priest. He was not dead and Tang Yu disappeared."

"The whole family of the young general's mansion was infected with diseases, and a servant jumped into the lake and committed suicide after a nightmare."

"Your Majesty has not left the palace again. There is a dispute in the court today about whether to open the Suzaku Formation to protect the city."

"Song Bian is very at ease. He does everything he does to his Majesty's instructions, and there is nothing wrong with it."

"During Chen, Ning Changjiu and Ning Xiaoling traveled to the imperial city with Zhao Shisong at three o'clock in the Chen Shisong. There was no strange thing about the strange birds in the sky."

"All the assassins who entered the city at the time of Mao have already taken their seats, but there is a formation to block the National Master's Mansion and cannot spy on it."

The witch's eyes flew by quickly and stopped on the last note:

"At the time of Si, a blue and white sedan chair entered the city, and it should be the immortal master who was looking for it outside the world."

The witch frowned and said to himself, "It's coming so fast?"

"Blue and white sedan chair? Could it be the person from the Yujian Tianzong?" The witch master's expression suddenly shook.

People know very little about those sects of the world, and only when they reach their level can they know more or less some secrets.

Almost all immortal sects are carefully supported by major dynasties. In order to compete for the custody of some immortal sects, countless wars have even broken out between many countries.

Those who can enter the Immortal Sect can almost all produce innate spirits, and they are invincible.

Most immortal sects have a stand-by attitude towards the world, and they will only take action when a country is in real danger.

But Yujian Tianzong... is not the Immortal Sect within the territory of Zhao State at all.

When the Blood Feather Lord broke through the imperial city and Wuxian went down the mountain to stop him, the Witch Lord understood that the Immortal had long abandoned Zhao State.

But today, the Immortal Sect who lived far away finally appeared. Could it be that the rebellion in the imperial city was more complicated than I thought?

While thinking, the witch master rubbed the edge of the ancient book with his fingers. His expression was complicated. He glanced at the young man kneeling beside him and said:

"Qiu Li, can you tell what level of that immortal master is?"

The young man named Qiu Li replied respectfully: "I only know that it is for a woman, but the blue and white sedan chair seems to be separated by heaven and man, and the Mianmin Pearl cannot find out her realm."

The witch nodded and asked again: "How are those people preparing?"

Qiu Li replied, "I'll just wait for Zhao Xianger to go to the National Master's Mansion and will be killed without mercy."

The witch nodded and said, "Don't make a mistake this time, I will deal with the rest."

Qiu Li knelt on the ground, hesitated for a moment, but still asked the doubt in his heart: "Teacher, is there any other possibility of coming out of the National Teacher's Mansion?"

The witch closed his eyes and pondered. He raised his head, looked at the light leaking from the roof of the palace, shook his head and said, "Impossible."

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In the National Master's Mansion, the well was rippling and trembling, but it quickly calmed down, as if only an ordinary woman was sorrowful that she jumped into the well and there was no movement.

After Zhao Xianger pierced into the water, the water curtains swept open layer by layer. The water curtains seemed to have a sharp meaning, cutting the thin red hair bands she tied her hair, cutting a little of the corners of her skirt sleeves, and even leaving a faint blood mark on her white face.

The black skirt spread out in the water and then suddenly sank. Zhao Xianger ignored the water curtains that looked like a formation but were not a formation. She fell rapidly and broke through the heavy obstacles and stabbed downwards.

Not long after, her hand touched the cold stone wall. The girl coughed lightly, and a mouthful of blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth, and was taken away by the running water, blooming into a flower that no one could see in the dark.

After touching the stone wall, she kicked her body suddenly and swam towards the deeper darkness.

She once went down the well when she was a child, but her memory was already blurred at that time. She only remembered that she had traveled and came to an extremely empty underground palace. Now the water here is obviously more gloomy than before, and when it touched her skin, it felt cold and sticky.

Deep in the ancient well, the surrounding area was suddenly open, and the rushing undercurrent washed over the stone path, like a big sword lying across the front, while the opposite bank of the undercurrent was faintly shining with dim yellow light.

Zhao Xianger used an umbrella as a sword and slashed down in the sky. In the sound of the sudden explosion of water, the girl's body suddenly fell into it and crossed across the flowing water. On the other side of the water was a man-made wall. A corridor on the wall was shining with light, and two huge golden-armored statues holding giant axes stood on both sides of the entrance.

Zhao Xianger stepped on the wall and leaped into the corridor. The moment she stepped on, two statues of golden armored gods seemed to come alive, and the giant axe in her hand slashed down on her head.

Zhao Xianger was unmoved and walked straight through, her figure just as staggered from the two giant axes. When the axe was cut off, the two golden armored statues actually hit each other. The sound of the statue shattering sounded behind her. The two giant axes were connected in the air and turned into a flying blade that rolled on the ground, quickly attacking from the corridor, rushing towards the girl's back.

Zhao Xianger seemed very familiar with the mechanism here. When the axe rolled in like a whirlwind, she immediately jumped up and leaned against the top of the corridor. The giant axe rolled past under her, just three feet away from the surface. The axe wind was a little piercing, but it did not hurt her.

Her figure fell down. She knew that the giant axe seemed to kill people, but in fact it was just to awaken the existence deep in the underground palace.

Rootless and passive fires floated on both sides of the corridor. At the end of the corridor is an open underground palace, which is like a battlefield for monster war, spreading outward in layers of stairs.

In the center of the underground palace, there is a huge and black round stove. The stove is connected by six iron cables, and the four channels are connected to the four corridors entering the underground palace, one is directly inserted into the dome of the underground palace, and the other is buried deep underground.

With Zhao Xianger's arrival, something seemed to open his eyes in the center of the almost pitch-black stove.

The little red flame ignited.

Immediately, the hollow round copper furnace was illuminated by the filled flames. The copper furnace was too huge, almost filling half of the underground palace, so once the flames lit up, it made Zhao Xianger's eyebrows and eyes look like a breeze.

The fireworks were blurred in layers, from extremely deep scarlet to faint scarlet. It struggled to change into different shapes, but there seemed to be a pair of eyes hidden deep in the flames. The eyes looked at the girl whose dress was not dry, and there was absolute heat and coldness in her eyes.

If you look closely, you will find that the center of the flame seemed to have been torn apart by something, revealing a huge sword mark-shaped gap.

The water traces on Zhao Xianger's skirt were instantly evaporated. Even through the seal of the immortal, she could feel the great pressure just by standing here.

Just like when she first entered here ten years ago, she was so shocked by the momentum that she crawled on the ground and couldn't move. She was taken away by her mother who appeared for a whole day.

Now she is no longer the little girl she used to be, and that kind of pressure is becoming more and more real.

"Long time no see." Zhao Xianger smiled.

The flame gradually calmed down, and an extremely old voice rang slowly like an old donkey pulling a mill:

"So it's you."

It stared at Zhao Xianger quietly and asked, "Where is that woman?"

Zhao Xianger also said calmly: "Mom has passed away."

The flame instantly rose up, filling the four walls of the stove, as if it was about to break out of the wall at any time.

"What? Dead? Don't scare me, how could she die? Who can kill her?"

More than ten years ago, it saw this little girl accidentally entering the forbidden area, and was shocked by the pressure it emitted. It admired the little girl who was carved and jade died in pain in front of it. It was a rare pleasure for a century, but the little girl was stronger than it imagined and had to hold on for a whole day and a night.

The next day, a woman suddenly appeared and pointed at her casually while taking her away.

So another huge gap appeared in the center of his already broken soul, which was difficult to bridge for decades, bringing it pain day and night.

The fear of soul-torning is still vivid in my mind, and it is not even inferior to the immortal who killed him back then.

How could a woman like that die?

"You're her daughter?" it asked.

Zhao Xianger nodded and said, "I grew up with my mother since I was a child."

The flame let out a sigh of mockery or regret: "But you are too weak. Even if you practice for a lifetime, you will not be able to reach that level."

Zhao Xianger did not answer, but she frowned, obviously disagreeing with the other party's point of view.

The voice said sarcastically: "I know you feel you are still young, but you have to understand that most of the time on the road to cultivation, age does not mean much."

Practice is not like the practice of commerce. If it were not for the opportunity to reach, most people would have decided at their birth. Many people even touched that peak when they were in their teens and mistakenly thought it was a peerless talent. Unfortunately, they would be difficult to make progress in their lives.

Zhao Xianger said: "Since my senior has a great cultivation level, I may have guessed what I am here today?"

The old voice smiled and said to himself, "You can't come to help me with this old guy, right?"

Zhao Xianger said bluntly: "I want to let you out."

There was a dead silence in the underground palace, and then a tsunami-like laughter broke out. A hurricane surged out from the copper furnace, causing the girl's black hair to dance backwards, and her black dress was even more shaking like a wind.

She pursed her thin lips and held her hands, and walked forward step by step like a boat traveling against the lake on a rainy night.

After a long time, the storm gradually stopped, and the underground palace where light and shadows disappeared returned to peace. The girl's tense body did not relax. She looked ahead and had no intention of retreating.

There was something strange in the majestic voice, "Do you know who I am?"

Zhao Xianger said: "Five hundred years ago, a spirit fox devoured the heavenly refining beads that were wandering in the world of Yin Kingdom, fled to the karst mountains, jumped into the fire of the earth, and escaped for more than ten years. After that, eight tails were born, and the hairs were flamed, which could burn all things, break the Zigong realm and go straight into the five paths, and for a while, it happened to be a catastrophe of heaven and earth. It was finally suppressed by the great god of the Yin Kingdom of Yuanjun. A hundred years ago, you escaped by luck and went to Nanzhou. When you went to Nanzhou, you were chased by the immortals, smashed your body, built an imperial city, and set up four things to protect the country, and killed them at the bottom of the underground palace."

Listening to the girl's words, the fireworks gradually calmed down, and the flames gathered into the shape of eight-tailed heavenly foxes between shattering and condensing. The pair of narrow eyes stared at Zhao Xianger, and deep in his eyes, there seemed to be a ghost fire ignited from hell.

After the girl finished speaking, the Firefox, who had lived for hundreds of years, slowly spoke: "I am becoming more and more confused. Do you really have any other support?"
To be continued...