Shen Xian's last life tied up Shen Nian for three years.

She has endured three years of suffering, gritted her teeth trying to accumulate enough spiritual energy to break through the Jiao locks, but after struggling for a while, she found desperately that unless she could cultivate the Yuan Ying to separate her body, she would not be able to break free after another hundred years. This is the magic weapon that binds the spirit.

Shen Nian was desperate.

She was paralyzed on the muddy ground of the black prison, unresponsive to the invading monsters again, only a hollow in her eyes.

The wolf dog with blood still stood in front of her again, and his teeth grappled with the other party grinningly. When Shen Nian recovered again, only to find that the dying silly dog ​​was grinding the rope with her half-cut teeth.

I don't know how long he bit, but he didn't bite a gap.

Seeing that she was awake, she stuck her tongue out at her naively, but didn't know that her face was so swollen and ugly.

The blood of the silly dog ​​fell in his mouth, fishy and bitter.

It tastes terrible.

At that time, Shen Nian was aroused by the stupidity of the battle, and finally there was a trace of fluctuation in his heart.

She closed her eyes.

Make one final decision.

The person who cultivates and seeks immortality has his own life and soul seed in his chest. If the spiritual energy obtained during cultivation is water, then the soul is the source of living water. When she was dropped into the black prison, her immortal veins were stripped away, her body was completely devoid of spiritual energy, she relied on her life soul-seed to re-practice the charm technique and slowly recover.

But now.

She had to dissipate all the aura she had accumulated for three years.

Together with her soul-seed, it shattered together.

Tied immortal lock.

The buns are immortals who possess aura.

If she becomes a mortal, can this lock trap her?

At that time, Shen Nian did not know. Because no one has tried it like this.

Countless mortals are cultivating Taoism and immortality, trying to climb the Tongtian Road, but few are willing to smash their bones and become mortals.

Shen Nian did this.

burn one's boats.

Live to death.

Later?

She succeeded.

Fortunately, for some reason, the soul seed was not broken, but still floating in her spirit platform, helping her to start all over again, and finally climb out of the black prison.

But this time, there was more contemplation of something else in the body, and he didn't intend to do such a stupid thing again.

She soothed the misfortune, let him lie on the side obediently, and closed her eyes, seeing the sea inwardly.

At the moment, the vast void is hovering a purple gold spirit platform. The Lingtai is made up of nine foxtails circling. When you look closely, each tail has thousands of downs, which are stacked like a cloud with a good arc like a flowing cloud.

The mist of golden and smoky purple wafted in the void, adding a bit of beauty to this piece of sea knowledge.

Shen Nian still remembers that when she failed to cross the Tribulation, the Lingtai was smashed to pieces by the sky thunder, and her soul was scattered in the sea of ​​consciousness, crumbling, and it was miserable.

But in fact, she didn't feel the pain or despair at that time.

Because in this black prison, she had experienced all the pain. After that, nothing could touch her mind.

Looking at the now intact spiritual platform, Shen Nian hooked his mouth.

She originally thought that the stone might not keep the promise, but she did not expect that the contract was more binding than she thought.

In this case, her previous inferences may have to be changed.

Thinking of this, Shen Nian felt much better.

She intends to resolve the matter here as soon as possible, and she can't wait to get out of the dark prison and look for her man.

Thinking of this, Shen Nian began to mobilize his aura to extract the golden mist from the sea of ​​consciousness.

That is the most precious thing a man gave her in those worlds.

Shen Nian didn't know where the man came from and what his true appearance was. But she knew that his body must be the same as hers, a god-given beast, and the dragon at the top.

Because in this world, only this kind of creature can possess...Dragon Qi!

Tied immortal locks are made from Jiao Jin and belong to the same family. Jiao is often referred to as a distant relative of the dragon. Mortal people even mix Jiao and dragon as one, thinking that they are both infinitely powerful.

But in the eyes of the fairy beast, there is a fundamental difference between the two. If the dragon is running rampant in the water, then the dragon can dominate the nine heavens.

So how can a bundle of immortal locks made of Jiaojin withstand the power of Dragon Air?

Shen Nian just drew out a thin ray of dragon energy, and the dragon lock that was tightly bound on his body broke apart like a straw rope in a fire, and was fragile.

The dragon spirit is wrapped around her hand, as intimate as its owner.

Shen Nian was too late to laugh, and suddenly saw that Dragon Qi slipped out of her fingertips dexterously, and ran away in the other direction.

Her gaze shifted with the dragon's air, watching the golden silk thread, and tickled her fingertips playfully, and then-

Drilled into the mouth of the stupid dog who was fighting.

"Wang?"

Midou smashed his mouth, burped inexplicably, and a small flame spurted out of his throat.

Shen Nian:? ? ?

Hey.

silly dog.

Spit it out to the old lady.