Chapter Twenty-Seven: If You Have Lived and Died Together, You Live and Die Together!

There is only one simple formation on the door of the cave, if it was the previous winter beaver, it would naturally be impossible to open, but now it is different!

In the ten years that the time was engraved, the winter beaver not only improved her cultivation, but also took the time to learn some other things from Ming Xia, and she knew everything about the Dan Fu Array. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

According to Ming Xia's speculation, the cultivation of her divine thoughts has made her more transparent and understands things more quickly, so although the formation winter beaver has not learned much, it is more than enough to open this simple formation now!

The winter beaver raised his hand, closed his hands and quickly pulled them apart, each pinching a different technique, and his fingertips radiated a shining light!

A moment later, the glittering light fell into a few points of the improvised formation and disappeared.

In an instant, the original light on the entire formation suddenly disappeared, revealing a thin rune paper, which fell like a dead leaf in autumn.

The beaver raised his eyebrows and reached out to catch it.

It turned out to be a piece of rune paper?

With a twist of thought, a small flame suddenly appeared in his fingertips, and the rune paper turned into ashes in the firelight.

As soon as the winter beaver stepped out of the cave, the black shadow of the cave behind him gradually disappeared, and out of this cave, Mu Tian couldn't find her again!

What about the overhaul of Yuanying? Her road must be more than Yuanying!

Because, the person she wants to fight against next summer is very powerful, how can she hold back?

After ten years of getting along, she and Ming Xia are no longer as taboo as they were when they first met, and now they are the best partners between the two!

If you have lived and died together, then you will live and die together!

The full moon hangs high, and there is no star, it can still illuminate the road ahead, and a bluestone path extends down from the entrance of Mutian's cave, branching out countless branches, some of which used to be pure realms that can be used for cultivation, and some of which used to be rows of lonely small houses.

This mountain belongs only to Mu Tian, he lives alone on the top of the mountain, and the mountainside is inhabited by some disciples who have entered the inner gate but have not worshiped the good master, such disciples are not 10,000 but 8,000, and it is very difficult to climb and roll in the world of cultivating immortals.

On this night, there happened to be a disciple who lived on the mountainside, climbed up and found a pure realm to cultivate, and when the moon was in the middle of the sky, he was in a good mood and walked back along the path, and he happened to see a little girl about ten years old walking down from the top of the mountain.

Yuehua was beautiful behind her, obviously just a ten-year-old child, but she looked like a fairy under the moon, and her whole body seemed to exude a hazy light.

The disciple's eyes widened and he couldn't help but shout, "Hey, where did you come from, little doll, where are your adults? Why are you wandering outside in the middle of the night?"

Winter Beaver turned his head to see the man who was waving to him, and his eyes narrowed.

This man is in the early days of foundation-building!

Immediately, the corners of the beaver's lips curved slightly, revealing a sweet smile and saluting: "This fellow Daoist doesn't know what he is doing here?"

There was a slight fluctuation in the surrounding space, like a gentle ripple on the surface of a calm lake, and the surrounding scene was distorted for a while and finally calmed down, but the winter beaver in the disciple's eyes was already a female cultivator with the posture of a willow and a charming bone!

There was originally something strange about this sentence that Dong Li asked, but this disciple didn't seem to think it strange at all, and he replied, "I just came back from cultivation. ā€

"Does that fellow Daoist know how to get out of the sect? I have been in the sect for a long time but have never gone out, and I ask the fellow Daoist to solve my doubts. ā€

The disciple blinked, seemed to be in a good mood, and replied with a smile, "Just go out directly." ā€

Winter Beaver raised his eyebrows: "Oh? But I'm not one of your ten thousand killers."

The disciple still smiled: "That's fine, the Wan Ji Gate is just a realm that is not allowed to enter on weekdays, and it is naturally not difficult for the fairy to enter the Wan Ji Gate and go out." ā€

"In this way, thank you Daoyou, Qingyun Sect Miaoluo said goodbye. ā€

When the words fell, there was a hazy mist, and the petite figure of the winter beaver gradually blurred in the mist, and this disciple couldn't help but reach out to brush away the diffuse mist when he saw that the fairy under the moonlight was about to disappear.

But as the mist dissipated, there was also the ethereal figure of the winter beaver.

"You gave the Light Cloud Sect a trick. Qing Yue's voice was a little evil, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

Winter Beaver dusted off his clothes: "It's just that this scene should be more lively." ā€