The heavenly wheel rotated slowly, and with a "squeak" sound, the priest quietly landed on the ground in a black robe. The faint green light flashing in her eyes was covered by the huge coat and hat. Under the black robe, there was an old withered vine that was pierced from ancient times. Broken: "When you decide to embark on this path, all causes and effects It is destined that you have lost one, owed one, and killed one. Only the last one can accompany you to face the final challenge of death." Ying Fei Ling looked straight at the black robe calmly, and the dim light flashed in her eyes, and then all the sounds were blurred into the surging purple pupils...
She held the spirit beads in both hands above her head, knelt down on one knee, and lightly opened her lips. Her icy voice sounded like it came from the bottom of a frozen lake, striking the deepest memory in Zijin's soul: "Ling Zun."