Zhu Honglu glanced at Wang Han, "This is the forbidden area, the forbidden area for the founding of the Red Lotus Sect, the ancestor Honglian, the founding sect of the Red Lotus Sect, suppressed the evil forbidden area. Before leaving, he warned his descendants that this place can only be once every sixty years at most.

If you walk on the red lotus, don’t come in again.

Some people used to not believe in evil and made a rule for their ancestors. They came in once in less than 60 years, and never went out again after they came in! The bones remained, and the world evaporated!

Later, people could hear the wailing sound of the man here every now and then."

Wang Han pointed to the middle of the trench lotus, "Why did you only pick the red lotus? Why didn't this blue lotus be picked away? Is it because Xu Wei's copyright fee was not given?"

Zhu Honglu really couldn't figure out where Wang Han had so many bad jokes. "I don't know, the Red Lotus Ancestor left a warning, and this blue lotus must not be picked."

"What if I have to take it away?"

Zhu Honglu turned her head with her teeth sucked, pointed at Wang Han and looked at the sword masters, "Can I beat him up?"

"I'm afraid not!"

The sword man said coldly, and after that, he kicked Wang Han’s butt.

"But I can!"

Wang Han rubbed his butt and squatted aside embarrassedly.

suddenly.

Fei Yi, who had already penetrated into the evil spirit, suddenly poked his head out and bounced directly on Wang Han's shoulder.

The scales spread slightly, staring at the pool as if facing a great enemy.

Everyone's expression changed.

Gululu!

The magma pool behind me began to bubble.

Bubble also began to emerge from underwater in the pool here.

Zhuhonglu shouted quickly.

"The evil is about to recover! Go quickly!"

The boiling noise is getting louder and louder.

A gurgling sound spread throughout the basin.

The temperature changes, the air pressure changes accordingly, and the wind blows.

The wind blew past the Buddha sculptures.

The whimpering wind gradually began to become rhythmic.

After more than ten seconds.

The ancient Buddhist singing seems to be hovering over the basin across the long river of time and space.
Chapter completed!