The sealing sphere flew over, and a figure in green clothes flashed faster than it, and Luo Yuan appeared a foot away from Wuchen, and folded his hands and saluted: "Feng Pavilion Luo Yuan." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Wuchen saluted with one hand: "Wuchen." ”

His gaze fell on Luo Yan's body, and he raised his eyes to look at the seal hovering in the sky, and smiled lightly: "This time, someone is waiting for you to return." ”

Luo Chen's eyes drooped slightly, and Wuchen's words reminded her of all kinds of previous lives, flashing in her mind like a flash, and she couldn't tell whether it was melancholy or the anxiety that she was about to change her fate.

Wuchen took out the blood lotus from his sleeve and handed it to Luo Chen, with a smile on his face: "I hope you can achieve what you want." ”

The hovering seal sensed the blood lotus, and flew towards Wuchen in a reversed direction, and the seal was overflowing with light, as if it was about to burst open in the next breath.

Luo Jun looked at the blooming blood lotus, her hand trembled slightly, she took a deep breath, and suddenly turned her head to look at Mu Jun, her eyes were gloomy, as if there were a thousand words to tell, Mu Jun only smiled lightly, with encouragement in her eyes, Luo Yan turned around and reached out to take it, held it tightly in her hand, and bowed deeply to Wuchen: "Thank you!"

Wuchen bowed slightly, and looked sideways at Mu Jun: "He's coming out, let's go!"

Qinggang turned sideways to block Mu Jun, and saluted Wuchen: "Don't leave it here." ”

With a wave of his sword, Qing Kong and Mu Jun stepped on the sword and left with the multi-tooth that was lying on his shoulder, and they were only half breathing, and they staggered past the sealing sphere.

Wuchen didn't care, his figure flashed and stepped into the clouds, walked against the wind, and appeared at Mu Jun's side in a breath, walking side by side with her.

Luo Yan held the blood lotus with one hand, welcoming the sealing sphere of the ball of light, Danfeng's eyes were as hot as flames, watching the sphere collide with him, and the white light filled the sky for a while, and after half a breath, a blood-colored light shield rose......

Luo Yan opened his eyes, watched a dark figure come from the light and shadow, walked in front of her step by step, and met her eyes was the demonic blood lotus, his eyes were cold, looking at her quietly, after half a breath, he reached out to touch her cheek, his forehead against her forehead, the two looked at each other, as if the vicissitudes of life, a tear fell from Danfeng's eyes, dripping on Ruodu's hand, her heart was settled, a thousand years of waiting, it was worth it!

Mu Jun, who was shuttling in the sea of clouds, looked at Wuchen and asked impatiently, "Where is the cultivator going?"

A smile appeared in Wuchen's eyes, and he turned his head to look at Mu Jun: "Where are you going?"

Mu Jun's figure paused: "What do you mean by what the cultivator said?"

Wuchen turned his head to look at the sea of clouds and smiled a little: "I don't know where the way back is, only you are very familiar with it, if you feel inconvenient......"

Mu Jun raised his hand and saluted: "It's really inconvenient, the cultivator is on his own, goodbye!"

After speaking, the sword shadow disappeared into the depths of the sea of clouds, Wuchen stood in the clouds, stretched out his hand for a long time and teased the clouds floating by him, pinched them into a white futon, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes and concentrated, and floated in the sea of clouds with the wind......

Duoya stood on Qinggang's shoulder, staring at Mu Jun with dark eyes, until Mu Jun glanced at it lightly, and then it muttered, "He's not a bad person." ”

"So what?" Mu Jun was searching for her sea of consciousness, and she didn't want to hide an unfamiliar sense in it.

Duoya opened his mouth, but said no more, retracted his neck, and was alone in a daze.

Qinggang looked at Mu Jun: "Little junior sister, is there anything wrong?"

Mu Jun wrinkled his nose and complained a little: "They always come and go in my sea of knowledge, which makes me feel that I don't want to be alone at all, but a monster." ”

Seeing her like this, Qing Kun knew that her heart had calmed down, and she reached out and rubbed her head: "This is the reason why we are working hard to cultivate to a high level. ”

Mu Jun nodded slightly, she really didn't have any expectations for this, she could always meet a lot of high-level powers, which became an opportunity for them to break demons, cross tribulations, and reincarnate, every time they didn't get any benefits, but they would be in danger, and the gains outweighed the losses.

The main peak of Jingding is suspended from the stone, and the tiger-eyed white-bearded old man looked at the blue sky, smiled and said: "Today's sky is high and refreshing, and there are distinguished guests from the east, suitable for a drink." ”

Behind him stood a one-foot-tall boy in purple clothes and martial arts, with his hands behind his back and reaching out, hearing the old man's words, he rolled his eyes: "Master, if you want to drink, just drink yourself, I won't tell my sister, why bother making these excuses?"

The old man, known as the master, stretched out his hand and patted the little boy's head, who knew that the little boy lowered his head and flashed sideways, the old man slapped it again, he hid again, the third time, he was finally patted, and was slapped on the stone, the little boy looked up at the old man in a daze, and after two breaths, he raised his voice and shouted: "Master, the master is secretly drinking again!"

The child's voice echoed between the peaks and mountains, the old man's white eyebrows trembled slightly, he casually threw the small gourd in his hand off the cliff, two breaths later, a white-haired grandmother in a blue dress and a long skirt appeared on the stone, the little child's figure jumped up, held her cuffs, and began to complain: "Master, in order to send you a message, my head was slapped by Master Wuying's palm with a big bag, will I be stupid in the future?"

Shi Niang glanced at the old man standing behind his back with one hand in front of him, made a tall appearance, reached out and touched the little boy's head, and comforted him: "It's lunch, Xiaoyue went to the dining pavilion to take a look, today they made delicious ......"

The little boy who was called Xiaoyue pouted: "The apprentice knows," turned around and walked two steps, then turned back and raised his head, his face full of sincerity: "Master threw the wine gourd under the cliff, if the master wants evidence, you can go and find it." ”

Shi Niang nodded wistfully, the white-bearded old man's body stiffened slightly, and he gritted his teeth secretly: It seems that tomorrow's Xiaoyue's cutting pile can add some hours appropriately.

Xiaoyue walked away, until his figure disappeared into the depths of the path, the white-haired old woman coughed lightly, and the old man turned his head, his white eyebrows tangled: "I smelled it." ”

The old grandmother's apricot eyes squinted, and there were thousands of disbelief in her eyes, but instead of pulling the old man's ears as usual, she looked up at the sky and sighed softly: "Wuchen is awake." ”

The old man's eyebrows were stunned for a moment, and slowly dispersed, his eyes solemn: "Ruodu must have woken up too, but I am afraid that the catastrophe will rise again." ”

The old grandmother lowered her eyes and took two steps: "I hung it in the Tianji Palace, and Luo Yuan's life changed again, and I don't know if it was good or bad, it was all in a fog." ”

The old man walked up to the old grandmother, stretched out his hand to hold her hand, and comforted her softly: "It's okay, the four worlds are one, if the demon world is reborn, the other three worlds will not sit idly by." ”

The old woman raised her hand and combed the old man's hair, and said gently, "I hope so." With a twist of his hand, he grabbed the old man's ear and said, "This is not an excuse for you to drink secretly. ”

The old man grinned and clenched his fist at the old grandmother to admit his mistake: "I just smelled the wine, I was addicted, and I didn't get a drop of wine, I don't believe you smell it." ”

As soon as the old grandmother's hand was loosened, she swept down the cliff, and a small wine gourd flew up and landed in the palm of the old woman, she twisted the gourd mouth and sniffed the aroma of the wine, full of intoxicated admiration: "The thousand-year-old white jade wine is really good wine." ”

After that, he raised the gourd and took a sip, and the old man muttered in pain on the side: "I haven't drunk a sip, can you give me half a mouthful?"

(To be continued.) )