This white fog, which is suspected to be in the main hall, is stronger than the white fog barrier when Ouyang Rong entered Yunmeng before.

Ouyang Rong closed his eyes several times and tried to wake up and escape, but they were all fruitless.

He simply opened his eyes and walked silently in the white mist with the [Wanshi] sword shadow.

At the same time, thinking about the situation and situation at this moment.

Halfway through sleep, the sudden movement of the snow-white long sword must have been premeditated, judging by the sudden attack of the three sword intents.

In addition, there is something to be sure of right now.

That's because he accidentally got into trouble.

Ouyang Rong looked around the white mist with calm eyes.

This should be to lure the enemy into the depth, or to put it as the backup plan for the snow-capped people.

If the three sword intents arrive late at night with the help of the snow-white sword and kill him without success, then use the strategy and lure him over like now.

Although Ouyang Rong didn't know what methods Xue Zhongzhu and others used to pull him into the game.

But one thing is obvious, that is, the person who comes is not good... OK, it seems that he is the person who comes, but it is all the same.

Anyway, this foggy hall is not a good place.

It is better to find a way to evacuate quickly.

Ouyang Rong raised his head and glanced at the [Wan Soldier] who was following.

I tried to communicate with the Tower of Merit.

His face relaxed slightly, and the tower of merit could enter.

However, the current situation is unknown and danger may come at any time. Ouyang Rong did not dare to enter the Merit Tower and did not dare to stay for too long. So he just glanced at the Merit Value and came out.

【Merit: Five Hundred and Twenty-one】

The more than 3,000 merits accumulated over the past few days have almost been consumed to the bottom.

All of them were consumed almost instantly in the battle between Ouyang Rong and the three descending sword intents.

It's almost worth a great blessing.

Of course, it’s a bit painful, but Ouyang Rong didn’t feel much depressed and regretful. He saved up his merits and used them as long as he should.

At least he was very happy just now. The almost universal merit purple mist replaced the spiritual energy of the Qi Refiner, which made him feel at ease to take action and gain the upper hand.

I guess Xue Zhongzhu and the others would never have imagined that his counterattack was so fierce.

But now that the merits are bottoming out, the blessing clock is not moving.

Ouyang Rong drew back his thoughts and continued to explore the white fog.

I can only find another way.

Ouyang Rong walked with his sword in silence, with his vigilance for a while.

At one moment, he found that the white mist around him began to dissipate, and a faint light appeared in front of him, as if guiding.

Ouyang Rong walked over without hesitation.

Enter the light ball.

The next moment, his vision changed.

Come to a place.

Seeing this place clearly, Ouyang Rong was stunned.

...

Above the big lake, an isolated island.

The moonlight is bright and the nightingale is whispering.

There is a cliff in the middle of the island, and a hall stands on it.

The hall looks pure white from a distance, and it looks like it is made of white marble.

The hall seemed to have collapsed, with several white jade pillars left alone.

The standard is simple, I don’t know which dynasty was built.

In the moonlight, there is a faint feeling of desolation and silence.

At this moment, two beautiful figures were standing outside the hall.

Among them, a slightly taller one was a woman in white, tied with a bell with barefoot, wearing an elegant Wu suit, and a gentle temperament.

A little shorter is a woman with her right slanted double-ringed temples, wearing a green ivy dress and not wearing a Wu suit.

At this moment, it was the latter, so he looked around and asked the woman in white:

"Second Senior Sister, who is the thief? He actually asked Senior Sister to use the Heart-Healing Palace to deal with him?"

She spoke very curiously.

Yu Nianyuan looked at her and shook his head:

"You saw it just now. This person is very dangerous and very cautious. The three of us join forces. Although at least the sword intention has arrived, they can adapt so easily and temporarily repel us. They are also considered top-notch people."

The woman with her double-ringed temples tilted her head:

"There is no need to open the Palace of Harmony. The eldest sister goes in and presides over the presidency, and it also consumes herself... Not only does it trap that person, but it also traps the yard and traps herself. The eldest sister also has to go through the difficulty of "harmony". Is it possible?"

Yu Nianyuan narrowed his eyes: "The elder sister has his own sense of responsibility. This boy... is very powerful. If you use this method, it is not considered a slight test."

"Very awesome?"

The woman with her double rings slanted her right muttered:

"Just just now, I saw a little blurry shadow. Is he a young man, like a weak scholar, is he a Confucian qi cultivation man...

"Also, why did the senior sister's sword be lost with him? Could it be the last Twin Peaks Battle? Who did you meet in the battle? After you and senior sister came back, Xiaoqi became like that... Now the senior sister has lost even Zhishuang. Is it related to this person?

"But in the battle between the two peaks, didn't it sacrifice the dragon and destroy the Buddha? Are there any experts in the pseudo-Zhou court?"

A series of questions from the woman who looked like the Six Lady of Yunmeng.

Yu Nianyuan pondered:

"It's complicated. I heard from the senior sister, and what she said was very vague, but... it is indeed related to Xiaoqi, and it seems to be very related. Only the senior sister knows what exactly is. When the matter tonight is over, the most urgent thing now is to trap this child."

She looked back at the lonely hall and said softly:

"According to the plan of the senior sister, I don't ask to use the Heart Hall to kill this son. If it is done, it is best. If it is not done, as long as it can trap this son's heart..."

The woman with her double rings and her temples slanted right asked:

"What if the senior sister can't get trapped?"

Yu Nianyuan glanced at her and asked:

"Then what are we doing here? At worst, we can go in together. No matter how strong his mind is, he can still be as good as the three of us. The manpower will eventually be exhausted. No matter how powerful a person is, he will be unable to support his lonely tree."

The sixth daughter seemed impatient and eager to try, urging:

"Okay, okay, then why are we still waiting outside? Go in."

Yu Nianyuan's figure disappeared from the spot.

The woman with her double-edged temples looked up and found that her second senior sister had jumped to the top of the hall, as if she was looking to the north.

The shadow of a three-legged birch appeared in the clouds under the moon and flew towards it.

It's the insect girl.

"No, don't go in, I'll just stay here to assist. When the insect mother comes, you have more important things to do. The senior sister will remind you later..."

Yu Nianyuan's soft voice came.

...

Ouyang Rong found himself in an underground palace.

Familiar underground palace.

There are three familiar figures around.

They are the withered monk, the old Taoist with cranes, fur and fur, and a slender girl.

Ouyang Rong recovered from his senses and looked down. He was wearing a Confucian robe. There was a faint pain on his forehead, as if he had bandaged a wound.

Ouyang Rong suddenly realized that this was the situation when he had just woken up and arrived in this world.

At that time, he fell into this Pure Land Palace.

"Boom--!"

Thunder came from above my head.

Ouyang Rong looked up and saw that outside the small skylight on the ceiling of the underground palace was thunder and heavy rain.

A rope was scattered at his feet.

Not long ago, he seemed to have just tried to go out, but was frightened by the movement outside.

"Don't go out and seek death."

At this time, the old Taoist sneered from behind.

The withered monk also sang:

"Amitabha, come back, there is boundless hell outside..."

The slender girl hugged her knees and buried her head, and a glance looked silently between the gaps in her arms.

She was still holding a sheepskin water bag in her hand, as if she had handed it to someone not long ago.

Ouyang Rong stopped in place, without saying a word, and silently observed his left and right.

He faintly understood.
To be continued...