In a mysterious place, in a pavilion like a back garden, surrounded by icy jade trees, the feet are like ice and snow, even the walls are as smooth and clear as jade, at a glance, it is a world of ice.

In the pavilion, in front of the jade table, there was a middle-aged beautiful woman, she was dressed in palace clothes, her cheeks were delicate, warm as jade, like a thirty-year-old young woman, she looked up with a smile at a curtain shot out by the jade butterfly on the jade table, only to see that on the curtain, it happened to be the scene of the collapse of the dragon desert array in the small world of Moshan.

"Ning'er, you didn't leave Hongchen in vain this time." The beautiful woman waved her hand, the light curtain disappeared, and the corner of her mouth turned to the side with a slight smile, and the woman with a calm face turned to the side.

Yang Xuening's expression did not move, her beautiful eyes blinked, and she said softly: "Hmm." ”

The beautiful woman naturally knew the surname of her apprentice, and it was not strange to hear this, the more smiles on her face, and said: "In the past, we sent people out in the Snow Mountain, but this time you pulled one in, which is a great achievement." ”

Yang Xuening knew that the master was joking with herself again, the corners of her mouth moved, but she still didn't say anything.

The beautiful woman looked at Yang Xuening, the more she looked at it, the more satisfied she became, and she thought that she was worthy of her hard work for more than ten years, but in an instant, her smile retracted, and she said, "However, this time I offended Moshan." ”

Yang Xue Ning frowned when she heard this, thinking of the domineering and unstoppable, as if the world should revolve around him, and his words should be the young master of Moshan who is a holy decree, and his face flashed with displeasure.

The beautiful woman naturally knows her own ** expression well, and she can't help but sigh in her heart, if it was in the past, she could naturally persuade the door to change people with Moshan ** one or two. But if there is a big change today, the catastrophe is just around the corner, their snow mountain has always been weak, at this time, she went to open this mouth, I am afraid that even if she is partial to her master, she will probably have to be cautious.

"Ning'er, what are your plans for this time?" The beautiful woman didn't tell the simple apprentice what she thought in her heart, and asked in a deep voice.

"Retreat." Yang Xue Ning looked at the beautiful woman with a strange look in her eyes, she knew that she was going to retreat and build a foundation.

"Oh," the beautiful woman remembered that she was distracted, and quickly sighed: "I'm old, and it's not good to remember my surname." ”

Yang Xue Ning's clear eyes were more puzzled, and she looked at the master and blinked, she is only thirty-nine this year, isn't it big?

The beautiful woman looked at the clear eyes of her apprentice, coughed, and said, "Ning'er, I plan to go out for a walk too, you should be careful at home." ”

Yang Xuening didn't ask where the master was going, and nodded lightly, "Okay." ”

The beautiful woman's heart was gloomy again, she hadn't told Yang Xuening about the proposal in the small world of Moshan a year later, she hoped that she could use this year** to make Ling Wuya change her mind and not affect the relationship between the two families.

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This is a fairyland, a huge white pool, Miao Miao mist rises, sparkling waves, big trees like a forest, everywhere flowers like shade.

On an ordinary stone table by the pool, the little girl Zhiqiong dangled her two calves, nibbling on a pear the size of her head, while looking at the screen in the pool with wide eyes.

"Ah, the big brother's cultivation has increased again." It wasn't until the screen disappeared that the little girl blinked her big eyes and shouted in surprise.

A short old man beside her with his hands behind his back also looked at the pool in a daze, even if the screen disappeared and the pool returned to the rippling waves, he still did not withdraw his eyes.

After the little girl was surprised, she gnawed on the pear again, and muttered, "Go out and let me out......"

The old man's trance-like thoughts were pulled back by the little girl, but he pretended not to hear, put his hands behind his back, and turned around and walked towards the courtyard gate not far away.

"Hmph, if you don't let me out, I'll sneak out." The little girl looked at her grandfather and ignored herself, took a bite of the apple fiercely, puffed out her little face and continued to mumble.

The old man didn't walk far, but he still didn't stop, as if he really didn't hear, until he left the courtyard gate, he sighed a long time, looked at the white sky, and said inexplicably, "Go out, I should go out too......"

Perhaps sensing the old man's words, in the thatched hut in the small half-mountain, the middle-aged man who was bowing down to paint something, sighed and put down the pen.

The demon queen who was meditating on the futon immediately woke up, turned her head to look at the middle-aged man and wondered, "Senior, what's wrong with you?" ”

"It's nothing, the catastrophe is coming, and no one is immune." The middle-aged man looked at the half of the map drawn in his hand, and there was a faint sadness in his expression.

The demon queen immediately thought that the person in front of her had said that they were from the same race, which she did not doubt, because what the middle-aged man taught her was really very suitable for her, as if she was born to be hers, but she forgot it.

"Senior, there really are less than five of our clansmen left?" The demon queen hesitated for a moment and asked. The demon queen didn't know which race she belonged to, but every time she asked, the middle-aged man would tell her that it was no good to know.

"I thought I was the only one left, but then I found you, and I found a little girl, and I indirectly knew that there should be one more person alive, but I don't know if there are others." The middle-aged man turned his head to look at her, but the calm look on his face was difficult to recover, and he continued with a look of anger: "There are not many of our clan, it is not easy to survive, and the other two families are probably extinct. ”

"The other two?" The demon queen opened her pretty eyes and looked at the middle-aged man seriously.

"Well," the middle-aged man sat down at the table, poured himself a quilt of tea, and said slowly: "Like us, people with natural and supernatural powers are different. ”

The demon queen had to ask again, but the middle-aged man had already spoken: "You concentrate on **, go out with me for a walk after a while." ”

When the demon queen heard this, her eyes immediately lit up, and she believed that it would be of great benefit to be able to follow the senior in front of her, so she nodded hurriedly, and said with a gentle and confident face: "Okay." ”

In the underground secret room of the Snow Sword Gate, all kinds of misty auras were swirling, and the injuries Nie Fan suffered this time had not been even in the cultivation realm, and it was difficult to recover without a long period of meditation.

The crimson liquid is tumbling, it contains all kinds of healing elixirs, repairing the injured body, there is a dragon feast water on the top of the head falling drop by drop, washing the body, all kinds of fragrances are permeated, and the white mist is steaming, all of which are all kinds of elixirs collected by Nie Fan, and they are all taken out this time.

The four swords stood around the secret room, the light was surging, and the sword aura was compelling, but if you looked closely, you would find that except for the Seven Killing Sword, the other three swords all had subtle cracks on their bodies. Zheng Hu's move was definitely not something that he could use in his realm, he sacrificed his own essence blood and forcibly unfolded it, even if Nie Fan took it, he was also subjected to a terrible impact.

The Fengshen Pagoda rose and fell above the secret room, slowly turning, and the wisps of strange power were like tiny streams, grabbing into Nie Fan's body, constantly increasing his true yuan.

Nie Fan's body was straight, surrounded by mist, his expression was resolute, and he was immersed in healing. (To be continued.) )