"Master means that my existence is a scourge?"

Ling Xiaoliu raised his head and looked at the God of War in disbelief.

"It's not. ”

The voice of the god of war was a little hoarse, after all, he wanted to tell her how long those dusty memories could be hidden.

"Why does Master want to protect me? Master is not afraid of being an enemy of the Nine Heavens?"

Ling Xiaoliu's eyes were a little blurry, and it was difficult to accept his life experience for a while.

"As long as you stay in Kunlun Mountain, you will be fine. ”

"What if I don't want to stay in Kunlun Mountain all the time? If it's just to live, I've been stuck in this place all day long, then what's the point of my existence, since the heaven and earth have my existence, even if I may face countless hardships, so what? I want to live a good life!"

Ling Xiaoliu's eyes were full of determination.

The God of War sighed softly and threw a piece of jade inlaid with dragon patterns to Ling Xiaoliu.

"To enter the dense forest, you need to wear the ancient jade of Kunlun Mountain to enter. ”

"Got it. ”

Ling Xiaoliu held the ancient jade recipe in his hand, bowed deeply to the God of War, and then withdrew from the Kunlun Palace.

The god of war lowered his head, shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Boom!" There was a loud bang, thunder and lightning broke through the sky, and a majestic rain suddenly fell between the heavens and the earth.

Ling Xiaoliu sat in a remote corner of Kunlun Mountain, letting the rain fall on her face, her palms still tightly clutching the ancient jade recipe given to her by the God of War.

Ling Xiaoliu understood that the master had acquiesced in her to go into the jungle to get the peerless magic weapon, but if she really went into the jungle to get the magic weapon, then the master would inevitably be reprimanded by the Emperor of Heaven, and the master's embarrassment was the last thing she wanted to see.

Do you really want that so-called peerless magic weapon? Does it matter whether the peerless magic weapon is present or not?

Ling Xiaoliu closed her eyes gently, for her, the most important person in this world is the master, don't do anything else!

It's just that she has a special identity, the master can protect for a while, but she can't protect the first life, if she stays by the master's side, it will inevitably make the master and the Nine Heavens conflict, and the entire Kunlun Mountain may fall into crisis!

Seeing that the immortal conference is imminent, those immortals in the Nine Heavens will gather in Kunlun Mountain, just in case, perhaps, leaving Kunlun Mountain is the best choice!

Just where to leave Kunlun Mountain?

What does she belong to when the aura of heaven and earth gathers together?

Immortal?

God?

Goblin?

Or is it a demon?

Ling Xiaoliu shook his head to himself, slowly stood up, and looked up in the direction of Kunlun Palace.

Master must still be reading at this time.

Ling Xiaoliu bowed to the Kunlun Temple, and then disappeared into the darkness.

Kunlun Mountain side hall.

"Senior brother, why did it rain suddenly?"

"Yes, our Kunlun Mountain has not received the rain report of the Nine Heavens today, and there should be no rain today. ”

"The rain is like a pillar, this rain is so strange!"

"Shhhhh

The senior brother hated iron and looked at them.

Fifteen Senior Brothers, Seventeenth Senior Brothers, Trinity Senior Brothers, Fifty-Nine Senior Brothers... They all held their mouths and screamed, they obviously didn't do anything, how could the master let them carry buckets in a few big nights.

"Senior brother, let me ask. ”

The fifteenth senior brother looked at the senior brother pitifully.

"Ask!"

"Master really let a few of us practice here for the sake of the Immortal Arts Conference?"

"Of course, that's Master's exact words!"