Chapter 3781: This trip is not empty

Although she is slightly closed, she looks the same as Ling Frost.

It’s just the hair accessories on the head, the look between the eyebrows, and the smell of the hair is completely different from Ling Frost.

"Who is Ling Frost?"

Luo Zheng said the origin of Ling Shuang and the background of her disappearance.

After listening to it, Laojun was indulged. "So, I am afraid it is not a coincidence..."

It is not uncommon for the world's women to look exactly the same. The key is that Lingshuang itself is very mysterious. She has a lot to do with the woman on the throne.

It is a pity that Ling Frost has disappeared, and the connection between the two is difficult to prove.

After withdrawing from this road, Luo Zheng returned to the Sancha intersection and chose the ice sculpture gate in the middle.

When Luo Zheng touched the ice sculpture door, an extremely heavy feeling was passed on his hand.

"This door is heavy..."

Luo Zheng remembered what the Phoenix girl said.

Pour a piece of water into the cold, and the result is just a piece of ice that is the size of a thumb.

This ice sculpture door does not know how much water is used to condense...

However, the power of Luo Zheng is not the same as before. His hands are attached to the door of the ice sculpture, and the strength of his arms bursts out.

The pure power of the atmosphere revolves around Luo Zheng's body, and the aftermath of the breath has terrible destructive power, as if a whip, draws a trace of the surrounding ground.

"open!"

"Booming..."

The ice sculpture door was constantly rubbed on the ground, opening a gap of fist size.

Just as Luo Zheng was preparing to increase the force to push the door, a hand was extended from the gap, buckled on the side of the ice sculpture door, gently pulled toward the inside, and the door opened...

It was an old man with a body, a one-eyed, dead gray skin, no trace of anger.

Luo Zheng retreated two steps back. On the one hand, he was surprised that there would be a living person. On the other hand, the old man fluttered the ice sculpture door, and the strength was too great.

When the old man opened the door and only looked at Luo Zheng, he turned and left.

"Predecessors..." Luo Zheng called out behind his back.

The old man turned a deaf ear and left himself.

Behind the ice sculpture door is an open circular ice temple, and there are a lot of "physical bodies" lying in the ice hall. These flesh are the same as those of the human body seen outside, and they have not caused dead bodies, but they have been = Lost the soul.

The old man took care of himself and put a flesh on the ground, placed it on an ice platform in the middle, and began to take care of it carefully.

The flesh seemed to have been stored for a long time, and it was covered with a layer of brown ash.

The old man held a dust in his hand, cleaned the dust from the meat a little bit, and then put the body down from the ice platform and replaced it with another body.

"Predecessors, why do you want to clean up these things..." Luo Zheng asked again.

However, the old man still did not answer Luo Zheng’s words, but he was only working mechanically.

"Luo Zheng, you go to investigate, whether the old man carries the soul in his mind," Tai Shang Laojun suggested.

“Would it be too rude...”

Luo Zheng was hesitant, but as soon as he changed his mind, he understood the meaning of Taishang Laojun and reached out to the old man's forehead.

The old man is not angry and has no resistance.

When Luo Zheng pressed his forehead, he felt a sigh of breath. This breath was very strong. Luo Zheng felt very uncomfortable and was completely shrouded in this extremely unpleasant mood.

"There is a soul bearing... No, it is the body of shackles, and it is the body of sorrow without awakening," Luo Zheng said.

"Sure enough, it is a good breed," Taishang Laojun expected.

Many apes have obsessions, and when they do not meet the conditions of awakening, they will always act according to their own obsessions.

Some good breeds will not be extremely vicious, but will repeat something.

This old man is obviously this kind of thing. As long as Luo Zheng does not prevent the elderly from cleaning up the body, the old man will not attack himself.

He cleaned up the flesh over and over again, and placed a neat body in neatness.

Precisely, the neat human spirits piled up outside are all masterpieces of the old man.

"I can't respond to us without awakening..." Luo Zheng was a little depressed.

It is not easy to awaken a singer. In the early days of mourning, he was swayed to the Qingtiantai by Tianzhu, and Tianchuan was awakened.

It is unrealistic to awaken the old man in a short time, and only find other clues.

After Luo Zheng crossed the body of the cross, he came to the innermost layer of the ice hall and there was a door here.

When Luo Zheng approached, the old man suddenly turned around and gave a rhythmical song.

"Speak!"

Luo Zheng Meng turned.

The old man looked at Luo Zheng with his head, and kept talking about something.

Luo Zheng quickly let the core of the day start, and began to decipher the Sanskrit of the elderly.

Less than one...

The core of the day will pass the words of the old man to Luo Zheng.

"That is the master's room, you can't go... there is danger, you have to face the anger of the master..."

The old man repeated this sentence over and over again.

It is not something that is logically thought out, it is more like a mechanical reminder.

Luo Zheng asked tentatively, "Who is the owner?"

The group of singing people in his body in the world began to work and helped Luo to make a sound.

"It's our king, it's a bitter tree..." The old man still said in a numb voice.

Hearing this sentence, Luo Zheng and Taishang Laojun jumped up in the heart.

Finding the bitter tree is the biggest goal of the trip, and this sentence means that they have succeeded more than half.

"Why do you know the danger? Have you been there?" Luo Zheng asked again.

The old man shook his head. "I didn't go in, but I went there and died inside..."

"evil……"

"Snake Spirit King? Dead inside?"

Luo Zheng was surprised again.

If the door of the earth altar must have the key to the soul city, he should be the first person to enter it.

Why can the snake king enter here?

Luo Zheng relayed what he heard to Tai Shang Laojun, and Tai Shang Laojun also fell into meditation.

The unintentional words of the old man made the situation very strange.

For a while, Taishang Laojun said, "If the snake king knew that this key existed?"

"Do you mean that it used to drive the key to the door of the altar?" Luo Zheng asked.

Taishang Laojun nodded. "Yes, the assumption is so, then the snake spirit king must want to get something from the hands of the human spirit. The result is not only not obtained, but failed, even his own body is killed in it... ..."

"So the snake spirit king quietly put the key back to the soul city?" Luo Zheng said, "This is not correct, the snake spirit king may not be so confident to me."

Taishang Laojun thought about it again and seemed to figure it out. "The confidence of the snake spirit king is not from your strength, but from your identity."

"My identity? What identity?" Luo Zheng is somewhat suspicious. He thinks of the origin of the gods, but the snake king can not count as he will carry the origin of the blood.

"Human identity," said Taijun Laojun. The bitter tree may kill other races and kill the cockroaches that enter it, but he may not kill a human.