Xie Jinyan followed Bai Luo in Chuyun Palace, watching the whole palace wearing mourning clothes and his legs were weak.

Xie Jinyan whispered: "Miss Bai, this place is like a mourning hall. We are not entering the death gate, right?"

Xiao Mingjing said in a deep voice: "No, although there are many people here, there is no murderous aura, so it will not be the Death Gate. We entered the formation from the Yeyun Hall. If the Yeyun Hall is open, then this may be Dumen. Among the eight gates, Dumen and Jingmen are relatively gentle."

"Is this called gentleness?" Xie Jinyan looked at the palace maid with white paper flowers all over the sky and the faces were even whiter than white flowers, and felt that this was a mourning hall where dozens of people cheated on their corpses at the same time.

There is also the gust of gusts of gust that are still lingering. Even in the house, I can feel this gust!

Xie Jinyan subconsciously grabbed Bai Luo's sleeves a little tighter.

Why does it feel even more yin and windy!

Bai Luo said coldly: "Sir Xie, can you come out from behind me? You are stepping on my heels."

Xie Jinyan poked his head and saw Zong Ye standing beside Bai Luo looking at him with a cold expression, and he was immediately embarrassed. How could Mr. Xie, the second young master of Biquan Villa be worse than a little monk without a spell on his body?

Xie Jinyan coughed and straightened his waist from Bai Luo's back. Xie Jinyan was taller than Bai Luo's whole head. I really don't know why he hid behind Bai Luo just now and didn't even reveal his hair tip.

The furnishings of Chuyun Hall were different. When they followed the original route of Chuyun Hall to the main hall, they found that the corridor seemed to be extended and folded infinitely, and they could not walk out no matter how they walked.

It happened that at this moment, a palace maid in white came over. She looked at Xiao Mingjing and was a little surprised: "Master Seven? Why are you here?"

"Aran?"

When Xie Jinyan heard the word "Aran", he remembered the girl in the Yuyun Palace who had grown up and had a skin on her face dripping down. He almost screamed out loud, but was choked back by Zong Ye's cold eyes.

Xie Jinyan: "..."

Is his second young master Xie so low now? Can anyone roll his eyes?

Xiao Mingjing looked at Sheng Ran and didn't know how to answer.

Sheng Ran looked at Bai Luo and others and asked again: "Master Qi, are these your friends?"

Xiao Mingjing nodded subconsciously.

"Then put on white clothes, too. Otherwise, the lady will be angry when she sees it later."

Xiao Mingjing stumbled for a while and asked, "In this mourning hall... is it my father in this mourning hall?"

Sheng Ran looked at Xiao Mingjing strangely: "Of course it's. Could it be that Seventh Master is confused when he sleeps?"

Sheng Ran looked back and looked quite anxious: "Young Master Qi, please go with me quickly, otherwise it will be bad for the old lady to see it."

The four of them looked at each other and followed Sheng Ran forward.

There was Sheng Ran who led the way, and the corridor of Chuyun Hall suddenly returned to normal. Not long after walking, he walked to the side hall. This side hall was a place where incense, candles and paper money were piled up, and dozens of paper people were placed in it.

The four of them felt that the air became colder as soon as they entered the room, and their backs were chilly.

Sheng Ran brought four pieces of mai: "Master Qi, please change your clothes quickly and go to the mourning hall. Otherwise, the old lady will be angry."

After saying that, Sheng Ran walked out.

Xie Jinyan put on his clothes and said, "I'm here, I'm here, it's also time to pay tribute to the old master Xiao."

"It seems that the palace maid has no bad intentions." Zong Ye said lightly.

Bai Luo nodded without comment: "Let's go to the mourning hall first, and you have to find a way out."

Xie Jinyan curled Zong Ye's neck: "Brother, look, you have to go to the mourning hall to recite the scriptures, right? Let's go."

Zong Ye: “…”

The four of them were about to go out, but the door opened itself.

Xie Jinyan: "Damn..."

The person who opened the door turned out to be Xiao Mingjing!

Xie Jinyan turned around and looked at Xiao Mingjing in the room: "Damn... the one outside is younger than you!"

Everyone: "..."

Is Xie Jinyan the key point?!

When the young Xiao Mingjing saw the middle-aged Xiao Mingjing's face suddenly sank: "Who are you!"

Xie Jinyan was stupid, but he was still not slow to react. He rushed over and pulled the young Xiao Mingjing into the door, and closed the door with a "bang": "Miss Bai, you can't let him out!"

When the young man Xiao Mingjing heard this, his face changed suddenly.

"Si Lang!"

The young Xiao Mingjing and the middle-aged Xiao Mingjing actually summoned the Tianlang Sword at the same time.

The two Tianlang swords were held in the hands of young Xiao Mingjing and middle-aged Xiao Mingjing respectively. Both swords were shining with green light, and the green light on middle-aged Xiao Mingjing's Tianlang sword was darker.

The young Xiao Mingjing was shocked when he saw this scene. He held the sword in both hands and chopped at the middle-aged Xiao Mingjing without saying a word.

In terms of strength, middle-aged Xiao Mingjing naturally had to be better, but his spiritual power was suppressed a lot in this illusion, and he actually fought against the young Xiao Mingjing.

The young man Xiao Mingjing gritted his teeth and said, "Who are you?!"

Anyone who sees an identical self, his first reaction is to kill the other party, and he will definitely not recognize his brother who has been separated for many years. Compared with the young Xiao Mingjing, the middle-aged Xiao Mingjing is thirty years older, but he talks much less. He poured the spiritual stream into the Tianlang Sword and immediately pressed the sword in the young man's hand.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and everyone fell down like weightlessness. The tables, chairs, paper money, and paper people in the room flew up with the broken floor tiles.

Zong Ye was the first to react: "Zheng Master Xiao, no one in this illusion can be hurt!"

Middle-aged Xiao Mingjing quickly withdrew his spiritual power from the Tianlang Sword.

Xiao Mingjing stopped, and the gravel of tables and chairs fell from the sky and fell to the ground. Paper money scattered all over the ground, and the feeling of weightlessness disappeared.

But the young Xiao Mingjing had a reluctance to give in. Seeing that middle-aged Xiao Mingjing retreated, he not only refused to retreat, but also increased his spiritual power: "Tianlang, Qianbian!"

The boy stared at everyone coldly, and the Tianlang sword in his hand suddenly turned into four swords and rushed straight to the four people's faces.

Middle-aged Xiao Mingjing blocked by with a sword, but Xie Jinyan, who was standing beside him, was quite embarrassed.

Although Mr. Xie also had a Tianqi sword that he was proud of, he was simply fighting against Wushao in front of Shenwu! Moreover, he was suppressed by the illusion and had almost become a spiritual power. Not only was he unable to block the Tianlang sword, but he was also chased by the Tianlang sword in the room like a dog.

"Hey! Sect Master Xiao, did you have such a bad temper when you were young?!"

Here the Tianlang Sword chased Xie Jinyan and chopped the two swords on the other side rushed straight to Bai Luo and Zong Ye in front of him.

Bai Luo took a step forward and pinched the Fengzi with his left hand. He brushed his chest and blocked the sword. He grabbed the sword flying towards Zong Ye with his right hand and grabbed it in his hand. He threw it back.

Bai Luo said coldly: "Children, if you don't know how to speak well, I will teach you."

"Tiger Soul!"

A golden light flashed on Bai Luo's hand.

"Wind Blade!"

The golden light turned into countless arrow feathers and rushed towards the young Xiao Mingjing.

Thousands of arrow feathers streaked by the young man Xiao Mingjing, tearing his mourning clothes to pieces, but they did not hurt him at all.

"Who are you?" The young man Xiao Mingjing was furious. Seeing that Bai Luo was not hurt, he was still thinking about rushing up to fight Bai Luo.

Bai Luo raised his pair of feathered jade eyebrows gently and said lazily: "Tiger Po, Suo."

The young Xiao Mingjing was about to pounce in front of Bai Luo, but was tied up by Hu Po and fell to the ground with a "bang".

Xie Jinyan looked at the young man Xiao Mingjing tied into rice dumplings and stuffed it into the mouth of the young man Xiao Mingjing indecently with a black rag that he didn't know what to do.

Xie Jinyan didn't realize that his operation had made the middle-aged Xiao Mingjing's face darker behind him. Xie Jinyan patted the young Xiao Mingjing's face, looked at the gravel tiles and mahogany chips all over the ground and asked Bai Luo, "Miss Bai, why didn't you tie him up early in the morning?"

Bai Luo: "I want to see them fight."
Chapter completed!