Ye Fan's mind was a little confused, but he hummed dispensably.

Shen Jiu stared at her look, grabbed her arm and slowly slipped down, and inserted his wide palm into her palm, seeing that she didn't shake it off, his heart was slightly happy, and he had to insert it between his fingers inch by inch, and his fingers were interlocked.

Ye Fan struggled, but the nine buckled tighter, and she went with him, the little discomfort suppressed in her heart dissipated at some point, and only her heartbeat was like a drum.

Ying Jiu raised the corners of his mouth, under the hazy moonlight, his smile was more gentle and beautiful than the moonlight in the sky, and his heart, which had been empty for thousands of years, was gradually filled, but it was breeding new dissatisfaction.

He was dissatisfied that he couldn't be by her side all the time, that he could only be by her side with the Yuan Shen, that he couldn't accompany her to travel the world like before, that she was ignorant and that she was manipulated and suppressed by the way of heaven, that she should be a wanton and fearless person.

Seeing that he looked at her again and was stunned, the dissipated dissipation of dissipation began to condense again, Ye Fan looked over with calm eyes, but he was stunned for a moment by the rich emotions rolling under his eyes, and his interlocking thumbs gently rubbed his phalanges, and said softly: "Don't you want to tell me all kinds of things?"

The kneading finger bones were numb, jumping straight into his heart, limbs and bones, Ming Jiu gathered the emotions that were meaningless to him at the moment, curled his tail fingers and hooked her palm, and his purple eyes seemed to have water and light flowing.

Ye Fan couldn't flirt, but was teased, lowered his eyes to suppress the shame in his eyes, rubbed his finger bones with a sudden force, and he could hear the click, but he startled himself.

Shen Jiu screamed a thousand times, making Ye Fan's whole body tremble like an electric shock, and he killed it with a sharp look.

Ming Jiu was suddenly stunned, didn't dare to be a demon anymore, and talked eloquently.

"Back then, I accompanied you to travel through the mortal world, and encountered demons as a disaster, and all the people in a town were slaughtered, only the remaining thirteen children were hidden by their parents and escaped a catastrophe, you killed the demons, saved the thirteen sons, brought them back to Daoyuan Mountain, taught them skills, and learned to go down the mountain. ”

"They came from the home of the earthly market, and they used this to create a variety of sects, offering you as the Lord and walking the world on your behalf. ”

......

"Back then...... After you died, I was busy looking for ......" Before the words that Ming Jiu had put in his mouth could be spoken, the night sky above his head suddenly split purple thunder the size of his thumb.

Click!

"Damn. The evil aura in the eyes of the Nine Immortals was surging like a demon abyss, and he hugged Ye Fan's waist and moved away in an instant, and at the same time raised his hand and waved out a gloomy aura towards the sky.

The purple thunder that was split met the Yin Qi, and he didn't even struggle to react, and in the blink of an eye, the sky returned to calm.

Ye Fan looked at a few floating and fluttering skies in a daze, wasn't it her hallucination just now?

That's purple thunder!

With her current cultivation, if she was struck by that purple thunder, she wouldn't even have a chance to resist, she would be split into slag in an instant, and her soul would be wiped out.

However, the Nine of the Dead is so lightly waved out with a palm?

Looking sideways at his tense fairy beauty, his face was slightly paler than before, but the aura around him was not affected much, now he is just a primordial god who has not yet recovered, with such means, how strong is his real strength?

"Just now, what's going on?" Why did purple thunder suddenly fall from the heavens, in the current world, there should be no cultivator's cultivation to reach the level of crossing the tribulation? Moreover, the purple thunder just now was clearly coming towards them, to be exact, it was coming towards the Nine Immortals.

"Heh, the rats who are hiding behind the Heavenly Dao will play this method. There was a sinister aura lingering between the nine eyebrows, mocking and sneering, but the look on his face was not so relaxed.

As his words fell, above the clouds in the night sky, a tight light flickered, as if he was holding back his big move.

Ye Fan tilted his head and clenched his fists nervously, but after waiting for half a sound, no more thunder fell, which couldn't help but make her breathe a sigh of relief, but when she turned her head, she saw that Ming Jiu's face was a little ugly, and he shook his palm, with a puzzled look in his eyes.

She was very curious about what kind of origin he was talking about, and why he only mentioned it slightly, and it would cause the heavenly dao to rain down thunder as a warning.

Shen Jiu didn't give her a solution, just shook his head and said, "It's not time yet. ”

He didn't say anything, and Ye Fan didn't ask, but just cared: "Do you want to enter the Flower Soul World?"

I thought he would say no, but he would not return to the flower soul world until he was forced to sleep, and he couldn't wait to stick to her side all the time when he was awake.

But this time, he said yes unexpectedly, and then gently stroked her face and said, "There are a lot of cultivators' breaths coming here, you be careful." After speaking, a purple light emitted from his palm, like a hazy light under the cover covering Ye Fan.

The hand hanging by his side was held weakly, and the palm was empty, and the thick and cold hand with ten fingers interlocked was no longer there.

"Hey. I don't know what kind of mood it is, a faint sigh overflowed, and the five fingers were closed, as if frozen by the cold wind, and slowly put it in the trouser pocket.

Ye Fan's mind sank into the flower soul world, and saw that Ying Jiu was already sitting cross-legged on top of the petals, and a purple flame mark appeared between his eyebrows, burning with purple flames.

Retracting her mind, Ye Fan looked into the distance, and as countless strong auras approached, she also noticed it, and the corners of her mouth twitched, tonight's goal has been achieved, and it is time to leave.

Despite the help of the Nine Immortals, she still pasted a spirit talisman on her body that concealed her breath, and as soon as her body moved, she left from the same place.

Flying out of the deep mountain range of Aoi Ye Mountain, at the foot of the mountain, she could already see a rush of figures, these cultivators who ran at the forefront, flying directly by means of magic, were all strong people and alien creatures whose cultivation was not weaker than her, as she approached, the breath of detection continued to sweep over her body.

Ye Fan was still very confident in the strength of his Fu Seal and the Nine Immortals, and he was not afraid of being discovered by them at all, but he was not interested in staying here and watching them fight.

However, before leaving, she still glanced at it casually, and her eyes were on the first few people who were the leaders at a glance, an old man in a gossip robe, a bald monk in a yellow monk's robe and a red robe, and a white robe, like the costume of a man in white on TV, of course, this son is an old man, and a woman with a hot figure and a red dress.

Among these people, there were also her old acquaintances, Ji Ji of the Special Affairs Bureau, and the bald man named Jingwu, who stood in the front and middle, but stood facing the others, as if they were blocking everyone at the foot of the mountain.