Li Lingruo has been practicing immortality since he was a child and asked, "The skill of guarding jingling has already mastered the pure heart of the fire, and his whole heart is as calm as water."

But since I left the house this time and arrived in this world, I saw this young man in blue for the first time.

Her frozen heart seemed to have a sign of melting.

And as time goes by, this melting becomes bigger and bigger.

She herself didn't know why.

But even so, Li Lingruo is still very self-disciplined and has no way of doing anything beyond the rules in his words and deeds.

Therefore, the postures of the men and women in the hall, all the desires and temptations, were resisted by her.

However, the last sentence that voice said was like a sharp arrow in the fog, which pierced the only gap in her heart.

yes.

Why did she know that this world is so turbid, but she still still nostalgic and refuse to return to her supreme home of the three great Dao Sects in the world?

Is it just because I want to avoid the so-called Taoist marriage?

Could it be that the figure of that young man was really planted in her heart and could never be erased again?

This thought is like a knot in the heart and cannot be solved no matter how hard it is.

At this moment, the sound rang again, becoming even more intense and tempting:

Don't be afraid...

You don't have to do anything, just open your heart and get closer to him...

He will melt you and embrace you like the warm winter sun...

At that moment, Li Lingruo's body was in the deep inner palace.

The existence of the Li clan who has been hidden for thousands of years, extremely pure, powerful and mysterious, seems to suddenly wake up.

A faint warm current surged towards Li Lingruo's heart.

Zhao Han kept looking around with caution.

He suddenly felt something strange about the girl in white beside him, so he immediately turned around and looked at it.

At this time, Li Lingruo felt a heat all over, and couldn't help but open his eyes slightly and looked at Zhao Han.

On her beautiful face, the faint expression of Frost turned into a slight shyness. She was like a beautiful woman who was staring at her beloved, affectionate.

Zhao Han was stunned.

He had never seen this expression on this girl's face.

"I……"

Li Lingruo stared at Zhao Han, his eyes were blurred, his face was like peach blossoms, and his jade hands slowly opened towards the boy:

“A little cold.”

The fairy beauty was right in front of her and opened her arms to herself.

At this moment, in the air of the hall.

The bodies of the men and women suddenly started to move violently, and the low moans came into Zhao Han's ears.

A gust of the youthful blood qi rose in Zhao Han's heart.

His eyes began to get blurred.

At this moment, behind the large stone pillars in the distance.

The long-clothed black shadow had a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he slowly raised his hand, facing the direction of the two people on the altar.

A strange aura lingers in my hand.

At this moment, Zhao Han's eyes suddenly condensed.

A refreshing and clean golden dark light immediately walked all over his body, dispelling all the tempting heat of his body.

As soon as he raised his hand, the mysterious light in his hand surged out, and the dark light that lingered around the girl's body disappeared.

Li Lingruo's eyes suddenly regained their indifference and his body stopped.

The faces of the two young men and women are less than two inches apart, but they have never had any skin to go on a blind date.

Li Lingruo looked at Zhao Han.

She didn't seem to have reacted yet, what she had done just now.

"Miss Li..."

Zhao Han smiled and said to Li Lingruo:

"Next time, I will encounter this kind of magic trick in the 'men and women' category again, remember to be careful."

He suddenly looked up, looked at the large stone pillar in the hall, and shouted coldly:

"Sneaking, I've been hiding for so long, so I won't come out for Master Xiao Han!"

Zhao Han's spiritual sense moved and he was about to activate the golden black light on his body and attack it.

At this moment, the phantom dragon pattern suddenly flashed out on his left arm.

In his left arm, the scorching mana suddenly became rushing to Zhao Han's fingertips, replace his own mana and follow the spell.

Zhao Han is very surprised.

In the past, it was only after I had to drive my spiritual sense that Brother Li’s magic power could come out.

But now, I just moved my spiritual sense a little, and the magic power of the "Nine Flame Arm" wanted to pour out by myself?

Could it be that something has changed in my body?

But no matter what, although the magic circle in front of me is powerful, it is still far from here. When I need to take the risk of using Brother Li's magic power.

Zhao Han's spiritual consciousness condensed and forced the burning feeling back.

It was in this gap that behind the stone pillar in the distance, the hand of the long-clothed black shadow retracted, and his body flashed, disappearing without a trace.

In the hall, the strange aura that was manipulating behind it also disappeared.

In the air of the hall, all the men and women's bodies, the dark light, all turned into smoke and dust and disappeared with a bang!

The mysterious god formation is broken!

call!

A dark thing fell from the sky and fell on the altar.

It was the beautiful woman in the carriage before wearing a concubine's skirt.

Her body curled up on the ground, gasping for a while, and there was still a faint black air on her body, which seemed to be about to dissipate.

This is ghostly, but very weak.

This is just an ordinary soul ghost, not the kind of evil ghost that harms people.

Zhao Han looked at the stone pillar in the distance.

The strange aura had completely disappeared, and I don’t know where I went and I couldn’t find out.

Beside him, Li Lingruo had already come back to his senses.

A hint of blush on her cheeks was fading slightly.

Seeing that Li Lingruo was fine, Zhao Han walked to the female ghost.

"Tell me," he said lightly, "Who set up this mysterious formation, and who sent you here?"

The female ghost in Luoshuang panted and raised her head.

It was a round and beautiful face, with the expression of a noble man in the palace, and he spoke slowly:

"I...where am I? Am I dead?

Who are you?

What you said, what... means?"

The female ghost's eyes were full of confusion, and that expression didn't seem to be disguised.

Zhao Han looked at the female ghost, thought for a while, and said:

"Then, who are you?"

"Who am I?"

The female ghost suddenly lamented, lowered her head and said:

"Who else can I be?

I am a miserable person in this building..."

Zhao Han's eyes narrowed.

The miserable man in the building?
To be continued...