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Jiang Muxue laughed and didn't stop for a long time, if someone else said this, maybe she could still believe one or two, but these were all floating out of Leng Wei's mouth, it was a great irony!

In his previous life, Leng Wei used a flying sword without saying a word, and Ling Yan was killed on the spot. Leng Wei hadn't thought about this at that time, although Ling Yan was not the partner that Fuchen cared about the most at that time, wasn't she one of his partners? rushed to this point, and didn't care about it at all.

Leng Wei didn't understand why Jiang Muxue was smiling, her eyebrows were slightly condensed, and her eyes showed a confused look.

Jiang Muxue didn't want to talk to these people anymore, so she simply said, "I'm leaving, for you, it's the best." In terms of appearance, I don't infarct you with anything. In terms of age, I am a fraction of yours, and it is a joke to say that I am younger than you, and we are not comparable in terms of annual rings, and this alone can crush you by hundreds or thousands of years. In terms of talent, don't talk about it, right? In terms of cultivation, there is no need to say it, my current height is beyond your reach in your lifetime. Therefore, as long as there is me by the side of the dust, he will not be able to see you, and even in the end, he will completely ignore you, such a tragedy, why don't you prevent it from happening? ”

These words are simply a bully, and the group of women in front of them has a tendency to attack them in groups.

Although, these are all truths, in front of women, sometimes the truth is more uncomfortable than letting them die.

Jiang Muxue raised her eyebrows and asked, "What?" Don't you think so? ”

"Ling Yan, don't be presumptuous, it's just the infancy, what's the big deal? We are just slower than you, and as long as we cultivate hard in the future, we may not be inferior to you! ”

Finally, a woman shouted out everyone's voice, and everyone nodded in agreement.

"Yuan Ying?" Jiang Muxue covered her mouth, giggled, and laughed treacherously, "Who told you that the deity is in Yuanying?" ”

Only Leng Wei heard the truth, because it was so shocking that she still couldn't believe that Jiang Muxue had entered the transformation of the gods. She didn't believe it herself, so how could she casually tell other women and mess up the army's heart?

"It's not a primordial baby, can it still be a god?" Hong Jiao sneered and laughed, in this vast continent, the god can only be one person, that is, dust, in addition, she doesn't believe that there will be a second one.

Not to mention, it's the little village girl in front of her.

Jiang Muxue didn't say a word, raised her finger to the sky, flicked her finger, and suddenly, lightning and thunder thundered in the corner of the sky, and the white clouds gradually turned black, and then showed a trend of dark clouds pressing down.

The pouring rain fell in Lingyan Pavilion, and a group of women suddenly fell into soup chickens, but Jiang Muxue's body was not touched by a drop of rain.

In a panic, the women suddenly found that there were people standing in all directions in the distance, all of them were Ling Yan, all of them were exactly the same, doing the same action in their hands, with exactly the same smile on their faces.

They didn't care about being drenched in the rain, and looked at the strange scene in front of them, all of them were stunned.

Suddenly, the wind and clouds dispersed and the rain stopped, and the sky was still shining, only the raindrops on the rose leaves in the courtyard confirmed that everything that had just happened was true.

And Ling Yan also reverted to one.

"Really, it's a god."

It was Hong Jiao who spoke, although she built a foundation and was 108,000 miles away from the gods, but she was born in the famous Xiuzhen family in the vast continent, a thousand years ago, their family once produced a god ancestor, and the ancestor Xian Lin had demonstrated the power of the god to his children and grandchildren before, and was recorded in the family history.

When she was young, she had flipped through the annals of history, and now, the power of the gods demonstrated by Jiang Muxue is exactly the same as described in the annals, how can it not be shocking!

"But why?" Hongjiao looked up to the sky and asked softly.

This question has been on my mind more than once, and this time it is particularly violent.

It's almost numbing.

Knowing that Ling Yan had entered the Yuan Infant, she was already crazy with jealousy, and then went mad because of her hard work.

And now, Ling Yan has turned into a god......

Hongjiao found that she was not even qualified to be jealous.

How sad!

She smiled wryly.

Hong Jiao's words caused earth-shattering waves in the women's pile, and she was shocked to the extreme, so she couldn't say a word. recalled Jiang Muxue's words just now, saying that even if they cultivated to old age, they would not be able to reach her height.

It turned out that this was true.

Yuan Ying, maybe they can still imagine it in their lifetime, and turning into a god is something they can't think of.

Jiang Muxue knew their thoughts very well, this continent was said to be the Xiuzhen Continent, but in fact, the inheritance of Xiuzhen had been broken, and the avenue of Xiuzhen had dried up.

A mere foundation-building female cultivator can be called this fairy, that fairy, and in their eyes, the god can really be called a god.

So, this group of women came over with high morale and left in despair.

As soon as she came out of the gate of Lingyan Pavilion, Hong Jiao snorted, and when she lowered her head, blood flowed from the corners of her mouth and nostrils, and the lifeless women's team had a little vitality, and the women were busy for a while before sending Hong Jiao back to Jiao Yuan.

According to the agreement between Jiang Muxue and Fuchen, she will leave in three days.

is so solemn, it is to make up for the embarrassment of the previous life. In her previous life, she fled from Tibet, but in the end she did not escape the attack of fate.

In this life, she wants to leave openly and let everyone know that she, Ling Yan, don't dust it.

The trajectory of events has moved to the final stage.

This morning, Jiang Muxue finished her cultivation early, piled up all the gadgets that Fuchen gave her on the bed, and then tidied up a little and went out.

At this moment, the maid hurriedly came to inform her that Fuchen invited her to the trial square for a gathering.

Jiang Muxue asked the reason, and the maid shook her head and said she didn't know. Suddenly, a heavy bell rang to Lingyan Pavilion, and Jiang Muxue couldn't help but look at it, this was the gathering bell of Ruoxu Peak, and it would not be ringed if there was no extreme danger or something extremely special.

It seems that if the void peak is really something.

It just so happened that Jiang Muxue was going to say a final goodbye to Fuchen before leaving, so she walked towards the Trial Square with light steps.

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When Jiang Muxue arrived, the trial square was already crowded, speaking of which, if the Void Peak was the first peak of the Xuanqing Sect, there were two thousand disciples, and they were usually focused on cultivation, so it was rare to get together like this.

Standing on the stage and looking down, the pressure was all heads, and they were all talking to each other, whispering earnestly.

The women arrived early and took their places. As soon as Jiang Muxue landed on the stage, she successfully attracted everyone's attention.

She ignored it.

Suddenly, a white-robed "Immortal" flew in the distance, and suddenly "Boom" attracted the attention of all women.

The women were excited for a while, dusting the dust!

Their beautiful son, the first immortal in the vast continent, is finally back.

Why use it?

Probably because some time ago, Fuchen was dressed in a black robe wherever he went, and his expression was serious, there was no smile on his face, and his eyes were no longer bright.

It's like now, the demeanor and demeanor that Whirk once had, as if in an instant, all came back.

(To be continued.) )