The visitor was tall, almost slightly shorter than Chen Luo, and half a head taller than Lian Ai. She was dressed elegantly in palace attire, with a picture of a flying phoenix embroidered on the front. Her long hair was tied into a bun, with precious light overflowing from it. She didn't cover her face like Lian Ai, revealing a stunningly beautiful face with deep outlines and sword-like eyebrows, exuding a fierceness that highlighted the heroic spirit of a woman. That kind of temperament that has been on top of people for a long time makes people feel heartbroken for no reason, but it is several levels higher than Lian Ai's arrogance.
"Master..." Lian Ai reached out to hold the other person's arm, but her hand passed through the other person's body.
"Shadow Gu?" Lian Ai realized in an instant that this was not the arrival of her master's true form, but the shadow Gu placed in her body by the other party through projection.
Master Lian Ai turned his head and glanced at Lian Ai, frowning slightly: "Even the life Gu was severely damaged. No wonder the shadow Gu will activate on its own, pulling my mind forward!"
There was a look of grievance in Lian Ai's eyes: "Master, it was this kid who hurt me... and he also swallowed the literary heart." Lian Ai pointed at Chen Luo.
Chen Luo was barely holding on at this time, and the ghost-faced butterfly's technique had caused great harm to him.
Master Lian Ai glanced at Chen Luo and frowned slightly: "Soul Fusion Technique? That's all. Then come back with me..."
As he said that, the other party stretched out his hand to grab Chen Luo. Chen Luo was about to use the demonic energy around him to resist, when he suddenly felt that all the energy in his body was suddenly drained, the demonic energy around him shrank into his body, and a feeling of weakness surged out.
The meteor patterns all over his body quickly faded away. When the last pattern disappeared, there was a "bang" on his left shoulder, and the little frog reappeared, lying on Chen Luo's shoulder, looking tired.
"I can't hold it any longer..."
Chen Luo's feet gave way and he fell to the ground. Looking at Master Lian Ai who was grabbing him, he understood that there was no hope of making a comeback. He reluctantly said: "Brother Frog, leave quickly..."
The little frog seemed to give Chen Luo a rollicking look. How could it have imagined that Chen Luo could suck so well? It couldn't even stick out its tongue, so why would it leave? How to go?
But at this moment, Master Lian Ai's movements suddenly stopped. She seemed to notice something, and then her eyes fell on the little frog. She reached out and pointed at the little frog, and a shadow of a spell suddenly appeared on the little frog.
"Blessed by Heavenly Official?" Master Lian Ai identified the rune and frowned slightly: "Whose Taoist sect are you descended from?"
"Quack..." The little frog snorted weakly.
Master Lian Ai then looked around, with a surprised expression: "This is... Fuyun Mountain?"
Master Lian Ai quickly turned around, returned to Lian Ai's side, stretched out his hand a little forward, and a space vortex appeared.
"Lian Ai, go back with me!"
"But Master, that brat..."
"He has fused his soul with this little Taoist demon blessed by the Heavenly Official. He cannot be killed or taken away, otherwise it will attract people from the Taoist sect."
"But……"
"This place is Fuyun Mountain, where the Taoist Prison is. I am just a projection. If I attract Taoist masters, I will not be able to protect you! Be obedient!"
Lian Ai stamped her feet angrily, turned her head, and looked at Chen Luo, who was slumped on the ground, almost unable to move.
"You brat, you're lucky, I'll come find you again!"
Chen Luo spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm: "I'm waiting for you! Next time, I will kill you!"
Lian Ai turned around and walked into the space vortex. Master Lian Ai also looked back at Chen Luo and suddenly smiled.
"We will meet again!"
After saying that, Master Lian Ai also walked into the space vortex, and then the space vortex dissipated.
Chen Luo stared at the place where the spatial vortex disappeared for a full minute. Nothing unusual happened. He relaxed and suddenly felt severe pain all over his body. A feeling of powerlessness and emptiness emerged. Chen Luo felt his eyesight go black and fainted.
The little frog didn't fare much better either. Its eyelids became heavy, and eventually its belly turned over and fell from Chen Luo's shoulder, unconscious.
One person and one frog just lie in the ruins...
…
In the dreamland of flowers, Chen Luo was also lying on the ground, unconscious.
A familiar voice came into Chen Luo's mind.
"Owner……"
Chen Luo's eyelids trembled and he slowly opened his eyes.
"Owner……"
When Chen Luo heard the call clearly, he felt as if he was struck by lightning and woke up instantly. He recognized the voice.
Black Cat Daizong!
Chen Luo quickly got up and looked around: "Daizong! Where are you? Daizong!"
"Owner……"
The voice sounded again, and Chen Luo heard it. It came from the woods in the world of mortals.
Chen Luo rushed over quickly and ran on the avenue of the world of mortals, with pen trees standing on both sides.
Chen Luo ran wildly, looking for the source of the sound.
"Owner……"
Finally, Chen Luo found a tree in the forest of books.
A withered tree.
Chen Luo stepped forward, put his hand on the tree, and instantly understood that this tree was the one from "The Swordsman".
"Daizong, how are you? Are you okay?"
"Owner……"
"Speak, how are you now? What on earth is going on?"
"Owner……"
No matter how Chen Luo asked, the voice seemed to be able to only repeat this sentence. Chen Luo became more and more anxious.
"The spirit of the secret realm! Come out! What is going on! Come out!" Chen Luo suddenly remembered that Black Cat and Zhong Kui had said that there was a spirit of the secret realm in the secret realm of Shulin. Perhaps only it could answer his question. question.
A gust of wind blew up out of thin air and picked up the fallen leaves on the ground. The fallen leaves finally gathered into a human shape.
"I, the spirit of the secret realm, have seen my lord!" The leaf figure saluted slightly, "It is inconvenient for me to show up, otherwise it will attract the attention of the powerful people in this world. Do you have any questions, lord? Please ask quickly. "
"What happened to Daizong? How is Zhong Kui?" Chen Luo asked quickly.
The spirit of the secret realm said: "The aura has dissipated and cannot be revealed to the outside world for the time being."
Chen Luo felt happy: "Not dead?"
"The book spirit is the manifestation of the power of the book. Books are immortal, and naturally the book spirit is immortal."
"Then how to restore them?"
"If more people recite books, they will naturally be able to re-unify their aura and recreate the outside world!"
"It turns out that we need more readers." Chen Luo finally breathed a sigh of relief, and while the spirit of the secret realm was still there, he continued to ask, "What do I need to do if I want to get new books?"
"Heaven's way here does not allow these books to appear. Only by balancing the luck can they appear in the world. The Lord only needs to gather enough luck to exchange for the books."
"The martial arts..." Chen Luo continued to ask, and the spirit of the secret realm suddenly said: "Someone noticed me, I will leave first. The master will know about the secret realm in the future."
As soon as he finished speaking, the leaf figure collapsed and turned into a pile of ordinary fallen leaves.
Chen Luo raised his head and looked at the sky, then looked back after a moment.
The world's strongest man has nothing to do with him now.
Chen Luo stretched out his hand, patted the withered "Swordsman" tree, and murmured: "Daizong, and Zhong Kui, please wait, we will meet again soon..."
…
Outside, in the floating cloud mountains, the night is as cool as water.
Chen Luo and Little Frog had been lying on the ground for several hours. A figure gradually approached and walked slowly from a distance, gradually approaching them.
The moon jumped out of the clouds, and the moonlight spread to the earth, illuminating the figure...
