Chapter 580 (1/2)

A few miles away from the thorn tower. Moonlight from the cracks in the bamboo wall, in some cool bamboo bed formed a line of white stripes.

Tong Yao, dressed in a plain Chinese tunic, with her head on her right hand, reclined in the stripes formed by the moonlight, her eyes closed, her chest slightly undulating, and she calmly breathed and accepted.

Suddenly her eyes opened and she sat up. She didn't sleep at all that night, just closed her eyes.

She counted the passage of time in her mind. Originally, every moment hook Zhu will send a message. But this time, she counted a quarter of an hour in her heart, but the jade slips were still silent and did not respond at all. She immediately sent a message to gou Zhu, but she didn't receive any reply.

As soon as Tong Yao turned over, he got up and put the purple Ru skirt hanging on the head of the bed on her body, tied her slender waist with a light red silk ribbon, and pushed the door out silently.

On the high wall, the floor is also made of rows of bamboo. The bamboo always makes a sound when she steps on it, but she walks on it, but there is no sound at all.

Against the fence of the outer gate, there is a row of triangular cottages. Only monks are eligible to live in the garrison. Tong Yao is a nun, enjoying the exclusive treatment of a room.

Wood and mufei live in a small house nearby. But she decided to go alone. Both of them are as powerful as Gouzhu. Since this dangerous situation can trap hook Zhu, then these two people also have the possibility of being trapped.

If she can take Gouzhu out of danger with her soul skill, there is no need for wood to do so. If she can't do it alone, there's no need for Muji and mufei to go.

She accepted the order of Lian Ling, which was to send the wood to mian'e mountain to inherit the tree emperor's position. She preferred to be safe.

Moonlight, like water, sprinkles on the tower. It's cold. Before the moon rises, the torch has been burned out. There are guards on patrol not far away. Tong Yao's body shape is like the dim shadow of a tree under the moonlight. It flashed by, and no one noticed it.

She quietly jumped down the bamboo wall without making any sound. She fell like a shadow on the continuous roof covered by the moonlight.

She turned to Yin cultivation when she was promoted to the purple Mansion by the soul sect, and her breath was restrained, but she did not dare to fly in this city without fear.

Like a purple leaf blown by the wind, she floated all the way across many roofs, leaving a wisp of shadows. In a flash, she arrived at the waning wind moon building.

Although the building was lighted, its gate was strangely closed. What's more strange is that under the moon, the originally enchanting three-story high-rise building with carved columns and jade seems to be shrouded in a strange and strange atmosphere.

If a low-level monk, the power of divine consciousness is not enough, it may not be realized completely. As a friar of Zifu, Tong Yao is still a soul cultivation with more spiritual consciousness than other monks. She can already detect the difference in this building.

But what was this anomaly, she carefully felt, but nothing came out. It was as if she knew clearly that there was a man standing in front of her, but she could not see the person's appearance and figure in any way.

Even if the golden elixir is able to perform the weird and unpredictable Jindan soul skill, she is not totally incapable of feeling. This is a force of terror that transcends more than one level.

As a residual obsession of scale fire ghost Shuai Zhong Dou, she has no fear at all. But after lianling cut off Zhongdou's obsession with a sword, the spirit of Zhongdou has passed away. Tong Yao's spirit and body occupied the mainstream.

She is getting closer and closer to the nun in the original Jade Palace, which can be said to be a living person. She is getting farther and farther away from the original corpse. But she devoured all the memory of Zhong Dou, the soul master.

For a moment, the fear of high-ranking opponents caught her like a big net. She clearly knew that as long as she did not contaminate it, everything would be OK. Once it was contaminated, it would be like a fire, involving in cause and effect, and the consequences were unpredictable.

But she hesitated for a moment, then walked into the obscure breath. Lian Ling's implanted protective hook and wooden obsession still control her deeply, which is an irresistible idea.