It’s not that I mean to pry, the main thing is, hey, why would you want to go to a ghost place like the Dead Sea? Don't you have anything on your mind? "
He Zongtao asked the mirror Yingrong while busying with the things in his hands.
Jing Yingrong held a box of lipstick and tried to apply it on her lips.
"I'm curious about something and want to find out." She said.
"Why can't I go there again in the future? I heard that even if you have such a level of cultivation in the Return to the Void Cave, you will die if you go there. You... oh, do you really not think about it anymore?"
"It's fine."
He Zongtao wrinkled his face and wanted to persuade him again. When he raised his head, he suddenly screamed: "Ouch! What's wrong with your mouth? Are you poisoned?!"
Jing Yingrong blinked her eyes and raised the purple-black lipstick in her hand.
He Zongtao: "..."
After this interruption, He Zongtao also gave up trying to persuade Jing Yingrong, and instead said, "Forget it, you're not stupid, you must have your own plans, right? I won't talk any more. Here, take this."
He handed the things he had just finished working to Jing Yingrong.
It was a slender tube of lipstick. The exquisite shell was heavy and heavy, and the color was bright and pure red.
Jing Yingrong: "Thank you."
"You're welcome, you're welcome. If someone sees it and asks you where you bought it, remember to tell me my name and help me promote it, hehe." He Zongtao said while rubbing his hands.
Jing Yingrong said "Okay".
He Zongtao added: "When this immortal performance record is released, if you have a chance, come to see me in Shijue Mansion, and I will invite you to watch it. Let me tell you, the screening effect inside our Shijue Mansion is unparalleled by many in the world. The place is comparable, so it’s definitely worth a visit. By the way, I have to give you a private pass.”
He Zongtao rummaged around in his storage ring to no avail for a long time, "It's strange. Where did I put it? I remember bringing it out..."
Not finding it in the ring, he immediately rummaged through the entire third floor, throwing unknown objects out of the window.
"It's not this, it's not this, what is this? Where did it go? It's really..."
The thrown debris hit someone, and Jing Yingrong heard the sound of cursing downstairs.
She glanced at He Zongtao who was sweating profusely, thought for a while, and took out a jet black token.
"I have this."
"What?"
He Zongtao turned around and looked, his eyes suddenly widened into bells.
"The Palace Lord's Royal Order?!"
…
After settling the accounts with Shijue Mansion and getting paid, and bidding farewell to He Zong, Tao Linzhi and others, Jing Yingrong rode on Chasing the Wind Horse, set off from Feiyu Stream, and embarked on the road to the Sea of Death again.
Feiyu Stream is not far from the Sea of Death. Chasing the wind, stepping on the cyclone, almost riding the wind, the scenery along the way changes every day.
When a line of thick purple appeared on the horizon, Jing Yingrong patted the horse chasing the wind and asked it to stop.
She turned over and landed on the ground, and said to Chai Fengju: "You can leave."
Chai Fengju opened his big black eyes, obviously not understanding her words.
Jing Yingrong touched its thick and smooth mane, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.
The next moment, Chai Fengju's figure disappeared.
It came to an unknown ancient mountain forest hundreds of millions of miles away.
The horse turned its head and looked around. After the initial confusion receded, it snorted happily and ran freely in the mountains.
At the same time, Jing Yingrong’s toes landed on the shore of the Sea of Death.
The deep purple ocean is sparkling, full of mystery and charm. The rising and falling tides on the shore are transparent and light pink and purple, giving it a dreamlike beauty.
Such a beautiful and picturesque scenery makes it difficult for people to associate it with the ominous name "Sea of Death".
Jing Yingrong moved and was about to enter the sea. Suddenly, a stream of water rose from the sea.
The rising water flow is like a blooming purple flower, with a crystal-clear ice-purple skull at its stamen.
The skull and the reflection in the mirror face each other far away, with shadows hidden deep in the empty eye sockets.
A ray of spiritual consciousness came, and a hoarse voice echoed in the sea of jingyingrong consciousness:
"Who are you, and why are you here?"
Mirror Ying Rong: "Disciples of the inner sect of Taichu Guan came here for this thing."
The open palm held a blood-red square bar.
The skull fell silent, and after a while, he said quietly: "Your Excellency's cultivation is unpredictable, no need to joke. I respect you as a distinguished guest, so I show up to welcome you. However, this is my territory, and outsiders have never been welcome. Please forgive me. , just leave."
Jing Yingrong: "I don't."
Skull: "..."
The other party seemed to be choking on his words, and after a while he lowered his voice and said in a deep voice: "If you insist on entering the sea, I will have no choice but to offend you."
Jing Yingrong responded with action.
She took steps and walked towards the skull step by step from the sea.
The skull trembled violently as if enraged, its teeth clicked, and pale flames swayed in its eye sockets.
The calm sea surface suddenly stirred up huge waves. After the huge waves fell, the originally empty sea area suddenly became crowded with people.
Those figures all exuded a powerful and abnormal aura, and there were many strong people in the realm of returning to the void and the cave, and even several Mahayana monks.
However, with such a huge crowd, there was no sound at all. It was so quiet that it was eerie.
If you look carefully, you can see that those people are male and female, old and young, their faces are all covered with purple aura, and their eyes are dull and dull. What's more, the body is broken, the bones and flesh are turned out, and it is not possible to survive at all.
"Oh, there are actually so many. It seems that there are quite a few people who have died in the sea over the years." Jijie Bi said with a hint of surprise.
Ji Sha Jian hummed: "I want to take a gamble."
During the conversation, those figures moved.
Either sacrifice a magic weapon or cast a magic spell. A ferocious spiritual storm brewed over the sea, causing the situation above the sky to change.
Ordinary people can't imagine the scene of so many strong men gathering in one place to attack at the same time. Even the monks in the supreme realm can only avoid the sharp edge temporarily.
The expression of Jing Yingrong, who was targeted for attack, did not change at all. As soon as she raised her hand, her eyes suddenly moved and she lowered her eyes to her chest.
The Extreme Flame Pearl flew out of her arms.
The round beads flew into the air, spinning around and spreading out circles of ripple-like flames.
These flames are bright but not dazzling, as if they are made of light, giving them an illusive feeling.
The flames fell into the crowd, like sparks splashing into a pan of oil, and spread into a sea in an instant.
The sea of death turned into a sea of fire, and countless figures instantly turned into nothingness in the flames.
The skull let out a shrill roar, and the sea water surged in an attempt to suppress the flames, but in the end it was evaporated by the flames into a curl of purple mist.
The extremely flame bead landed on the smooth top of the skull and rolled around on it.
"Don't move, I saved you. It's okay if it's just a deterrent. If you have murderous intentions, I can't save you."
Skull: "You——"
"Haha, no need to thank me. I just think it would be a pity if the Taoist weapon that was the first to kill the Lord was destroyed like this."
