Chapter 668: (1/2)
With Wen Qiao's current cultivation base, he can directly tear open the space and enter the Thirteen Withered Bone Mansion.
But she remembered that she had been kindly treated by Lady Hua when she was in Huangu Town, so she wanted to see her. For this reason, Wen Qiao specially compressed the cultivation base in the Yuan Dynasty, so as not to attract the attention of the residents of Huangu Town.
"Do you want to help her?" The teacher asked in surprise.
Wen Qiao said, looking at the town of Huangu standing on the mass grave, and said: "The residents of Huangu Town are all cursed. It is very difficult to get rid of the curse. For me now, it's just a matter of effort. ."
She looked at Huangu Town, which was shrouded in the gloomy sky, with a few ray of light passing through her jet-black pupils.
In her eyes, Huangu Town was shrouded in a **** curse, with its own set of rules. It can even be said that the rule is the consciousness of Huangu Town, all creatures entering it must abide by its rules, otherwise they will be killed by the rules.
If you want to break away from the rules, you can only be stronger than it.
Of course Wen Qiao will not be stronger than the rules, but she can understand the rules, use them, and break away from the constraints of the rules.
The teacher had no life when he saw it, and he felt a little clear in his heart.
The Thirteen Withered Bone Mansion was a battlefield that was left behind in another dimension during the War of the Three Realms.
Only the dark-faced skeleton can live forever.
That's why he used to spend the sleepy years in the dark, waiting for the renewal of his destiny.
The two walked into Huangu Town with two beasts.
Although he had seen through the truth of Huangu Town, Wen Qiao didn't want to break its rules, and honestly handed the bones into the town.
After entering Huangu Town, I felt malicious gaze from all directions.
The two were just dressed up normally, unlike those outside cultivators, most of them used cloaks to cover their appearance and figure, and Wen Qiao's face was really noticeable, and all kinds of unkind eyes lingered on her.
Wen Qiao turned a blind eye and went straight to Auntie Hua's inn.
At this time it was the time of sunset, and the sky in Huangu Town was gloomy and gloomy, never seeing the sky.
Aunt Hua leaned behind the counter as usual, her chubby body filling the space behind the counter.
Seeing a visitor came, Auntie Hua took a casual look, her eyes froze for an instant.
"Miss Hua, it's been a long time." Wen Qiao smiled at her.
Aunt Hua looked behind her and asked in amazement: "Why are you here again? Wen girl, Huangu Town is not a good place. It's good to come once in your life. Don't come again."
"I know." Wen Qiao put a smile away and looked at her seriously, "The curse of Huangu Town will curse those who come in for the second time. If they come in many times, they will become a member of Huangu Town. go away."
Aunt Hua became more and more surprised, "If you know, why are you here? By the way, where is your husband?"
Although more than two hundred years have passed, Aunt Hua is still impressed with Wen Qiao and his party, not only because of their outstanding appearance, but also because they can retreat from the Thirteen Withered Bone Mansion.
Wen Qiao didn't answer, but just said: "Auntie Hua, have you ever thought of leaving Huangu Town?"
Aunt Hua stayed for a while, looked at her suspiciously, and said with a smile: "Ms. Wen said and laughed. We are bound in Huangu Town. Even if we die, we can only become a part of Huangu Town. How can we leave? "
"I can take you away."
Aunt Hua looked at her fixedly, and an extremely terrifying light burst into those eyes that were squeezed together almost invisible.
Wen Qiao said, "I'm going to the Thirteen Withered Bone Mansion. Tell me when you think about it."
Before she could react, Wen Qiao had already torn open the space, leading Shi Wuming and Xiao Fenghuang into the Thirteen Withered Bone Mansion.
Aunt Hua watched the space crack disappear in front of her, she was stunned.
Until the wind that seeped in from the bones in all directions blew, she shivered, and subconsciously looked at the surrounding bones, the densely packed white bones of the house, the wind kept blowing...
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A full moon hung in the air, and white bones were everywhere on the ground.
Little Phoenix squatted on Wen Qiao's shoulder, looked at the surrounding Bone Mountain, and couldn't help but tweeted.
Wen Qiao stood up in the air, Shi Wuming Yujian followed behind her, and the little Qilin squatted behind his sword and looked at the surrounding environment curiously.
This was the first time it entered the Thirteen Withered Bone Mansion. The moment it entered, Little Qilin let go of perception.
Suddenly, it was pleasantly surprised: "Sister Wen, I feel that my body is indeed in this place... It's just that this perception is a little weak, as if it's being shielded by something."
Having said this, Xiao Qilin finally understands why he has been unable to perceive his body in the past. One is that the Thirteen Withered Bones is separated from the outside world and is in a shadowy space; the other is that something wrong with its body should cause it. Almost cut off perception with the body.
This made Xiao Qilin a little uneasy.
"Don't be afraid, Sister Wen is here!" The teacher had no life to comfort him, "I will definitely help you get your body back."
Although Xiao Qilin felt that there was something wrong with this, he was still moved and expressed his gratitude.
Wen Qiao's speed is extremely fast, in order to prevent the teacher from failing to keep up, she threw out a spiritual force to wrap them up, and they had traveled thousands of miles in an instant.
Soon he came to the Lake of the Fierce Corpse.
Wen Qiao stopped in front of the Lake of Killing Corpse.
It just so happened that today there was a boat crossing the lake of the Bone Clan, a huge bone boat stopped by the lake, and a group of skeletons leaped on the boat lightly.
When the group of skeletons spotted the people hanging in the air, they waved to them and made clattering sounds, but unfortunately neither the people present nor the beasts understood them.
Wen Qiao ignored the group of skeletons, and Yukong crossed the Lake of Cruel Corpse.
Xiongshihu felt very bad, and Shi Wuming couldn't help but hug the little Qilin tightly.
"Tweet, twee?" Little Phoenix yelled several times at the Shoushi Lake, and it felt that the lake made it a little familiar.
"You were soaking in this lake at the beginning." Wen Qiao affirmed Xiao Fenghuang's words, "I caught you from the lake. You were still a corpse at that time."
"Tweet!"
The little phoenix was terribly frightened. He actually died in this corpse lake?
At this moment, something suddenly broke through the water in the Lake of Killing Corpse and flew towards them.
Wen Qiao subconsciously reached out and grabbed it, and there was an extremely cold thing in her hand. She fixed her eyes and saw that it was a gourd-shaped magic weapon.
"Huh, what is this?"
The teacher looked at it curiously, but before he could see it clearly, the little Phoenix had already jumped over excitedly, stretched out two small wings, and hugged it tightly.
Upon seeing this, Wen Qiao suddenly realized.
When they were crossing the lake on a boat of the Bone Clan, she used Qiansi Teng to fish the magic weapon in the lake, and she also saw this gourd-shaped magic weapon. Unfortunately, she was stopped by the little phoenix who was a corpse at the time. Later, when she fished the former corpse of the little Phoenix again, she did not see the gourd-shaped magic weapon. It turned out that she had stayed in the lake of the evil corpse until the little phoenix returned. It did not appear.
Wen Qiao also simply gave it the gourd-shaped magic weapon, "This is your previous treasure, collect it yourself."
"Tweet tweeted~~"
Little Phoenix held the gourd-shaped magic weapon and happily threw on Wen Qiao's cheek and pecked it a few times.
The teacher asked curiously, "Wen Maomao, what is this?"
The little phoenix tweeted and yelled. It didn't know what it was, but instinctively it was its own thing, which made it extra cordial, and couldn't help but want to take it back.