The fairy Zixia, who was always smiling, changed, she began to stop smiling and keep smiling forever, and instead of smiling, she had a serious face. Zixia began to cultivate the immortal method, this matter was actually a trivial matter, but when it happened to Zixia, who had been smiling for thousands of years, it became a big thing.

Zixia stopped smiling, and the matter of Zixia starting to cultivate the immortal method soon spread throughout the entire immortal world, and almost all the immortals knew about it. The one who taught Zixia to learn the immortal method was the extremely popular double saint of battle in the fairy world, the purple shirt saint immortal.

In fact, many immortals don't think that Zixia can learn immortal law very well, Zixia is too weak compared to most immortals.

"Am I really going to get really good quickly?" Zixia was a little skeptical, but in fact, Zixia herself was also very skeptical.

"Of course!" Zi Shan encouraged Zixia, in fact, even Zixia herself, she forgot that Zixia had been an immortal for so many years, even if she had never cultivated the immortal method after ascending to the immortal realm, her own mana had naturally increased and accumulated for thousands of years.

What Zixia lacks is nothing more than a variety of powerful spells. Zixia is actually very qualified, but in the past, she spent this qualification in her memories.

Bu Ming has been coming to Zishan frequently recently, and at first he mostly talked about some swordsmanship experience, and later, he gradually began to tell stories to Zishan. Zishan never refuses to listen to stories, not to mention that there are many stories that are not loud, and they are also very exciting.

Immortals don't have to sleep, but the purple shirt is an exception, because the purple shirt likes to sleep. Zixia believes that if many immortals know that even when Zishan sleeps, he can practice spells in his dreams to enhance his strength, and some people will be jealous.

Not everyone can become good friends with people like Zishan, this kind of friend is too easy to make people jealous. Fortunately, Zixia didn't have this kind of jealousy.

It's just that the purple shirt has slept too much recently.

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In the dream, the blood-colored space ......

Isn't hell annihilated? Why can the magic sword still take my dreams to hell? The purple shirt is no longer afraid of this blood-colored space, everything here, when he sees the magic sword falling north and the purple shirt, he will flee in fear in a hurry.

The purple shirt in the north in the dream, dressed in dark purple, has no face, and the clothes are the same as Yiyun, this kind of clothing purple shirt has not been seen, but the purple shirt can be sure that it must be the clothes that Yiyun wore in hell. In fact, the yu in this is extremely hopeful, and what he is afraid of is not the purple shirt, nor the magic sword, but this clothes, and the purple shirt feels this way.

The Beiluo purple shirt that turned into Yiyun's body was shrouded in a layer of rich dark purple energy, holding a dark purple light sword in his hand, dancing slowly. Is it cultivation? Yes, the purple shirt can see that it is Yi Yun's favorite cultivation method, or in the artistic conception, or in the past at the top of Zixiao Mountain, it is always like this, dancing slowly.

Beiluo Zishan can't speak, but he can make Zishan understand what he wants to express. "Practice ......" Zishan hates what others tell him to do or not do, but he does not reject the message conveyed by Beiluo Zishan, because it feels like Yi Yun said this to Zishan again.

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Purple Shirt woke up from his sleep, gently rubbed his eyes, there was something more in his sleeve, it was a booklet, 'Purple Night Ethereal Decision' Purple Shirt fixed on the cheats in his hand, this is really too bizarre......

Yiyun changed into the appearance of Xiaoyin, Xi'er returned to her true appearance, and the two joined the wave club smoothly, and both of them changed their clothes. The appearance of the two of them, no one in the demon world knew anyone who was not NPC in the past.

Yiyun held Xi'er's hand, held it gently, and sighed, "When, you can always be as old as you are now, how good it would be, your hands are really beautiful and soft." ”

Of course, Yiyun likes to hold Xi'er's hand very much, just like in the past in the rivers and lakes, every time there is such an opportunity, Yiyun will be greedy and reluctant to let go of it......

The purple night in the north, the purple hand in the north, hidden in the vacuum bag, the ethereal in the South Pole, hidden in the vacuum bag. Yiyun changed into a black power suit, just like the usual outfit of a demon realm master, and Xi'er changed into a black glowing black dress.

This material is actually made by the Great Demon Emperor Chi You's clothing.

"Wang, your positions and identities have been arranged, the Ethereal King doesn't know martial arts and can only have skills, Wang, your position is the escort of the Lord of the Waves, the affairs are very simple, with the king's ability, you can completely cultivate while in a daze."

Dream Death said in a respectful tone, the title of the king has become a habit, in hell, Dream Death has followed the two of them for nearly two hundred years, two hundred years of habits, how can it be so easy to change?

Xi'er frowned slightly, and Dream Death hurriedly explained, "The other affairs of the Wave Society are very busy, I can't be equipped with guards, and the other elders of the Wave Society are not very easy to use, and they are quite arrogant, with the king's spleen surname, I am afraid that I can't stand them." Because of emotional problems, Bo Lan is very good with me, and he will take care of the king in all aspects. ”

"Alright, that's fine." Yi Yun said lightly, Mengying breathed a sigh of relief, and led the two of them to see the residence in the Wave Society. The location is very close to the accommodation of Dream Death, facing the outside of the town, and when you open the window, you can feel the breeze blowing in you, and the wind carries the fragrance of the trees in the mountains and forests not far away.

Xi'er took a deep breath and was very satisfied.

Fierce death Gao retreated and left, Yi Yun said lightly, "I really didn't expect that there is indeed a way to dream of death, and it will be very good to mix in the waves." Xi'er took out a purple short sword from the cuff of her left hand, the shape of the sword was like the purple night falling in the north, and the sword had turned into a material form, flowing with a faint luster of purple red.

"It's talking." Xi'er's tone was timid, Yi Yun stretched out her hand to take it, her eyes were hollow and immersed in sword intent, the north fell misty and the light was brighter, and the flickering light seemed to express the words she wanted to confide.

After half a ring, Yi Yun said softly, "I really didn't expect this kind of thing to happen after infusing the sword intent, I said that I was free, and I beat it hard in the artistic conception, so that it could figure out who was the master and who was servant, and the weapon could not be more fierce than the person, otherwise it would become uncontrollable in the battle." ”

The ethereal luster of the north fell dim, and Xi'er took it lightly. Yi Yun pondered for a moment and said, "That's it, I'm afraid it's not easy if you want to teach it, I'll leave Beiluo Zixiao behind, take them with me into the artistic conception, and let Beiluo Zixiao teach it a lesson, maybe it will also encounter the sword of the purple shirt, and maybe, the magic sword I left in Zixiao Mountain will also show its head." ”

"Okay." Xi'er took over Beiluo Zixiao lightly, and Yiyun turned around and walked out of the residence, going to get basically familiar with the new position.

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The purple shirt slept again and dreamed again......

The purple shirt found that the purple shirt in Beiluo was getting more and more arrogant. Often extremely arrogant orders the purple shirt to pull it out of the sheath, especially when he doesn't tell the story to the purple shirt, the purple shirt will always show a manic mood, conveying an unquestionable and arbitrary message, and constantly asking the purple shirt to unsheath it.

"You don't look like Yiyun at all, just like a devil with a murderous head!" In the blood-colored space, the purple shirt rebuked the Beiluo purple shirt who had turned into Yiyun's body, and the demon sword's mood seemed to become very angry......

Zishan was thinking about whether to teach Beiluo Zishan a lesson, it was really becoming more and more arrogant, and it was becoming less and less concerned about its own master, and it had begun to dare to be angry at itself.

High in the sky of the blood-colored space, a sword with a beating deep purple flame suspended out of thin air, and the purple shirt was surprised, it was Yi Yun's sword, and the purple night fell in the north! The dark purple energy is blooming with a circle of bright light, provocative, clearly provoking something, and the purple shirt can clearly feel it.

Beiluo Purple Shirt turned into a sword shape, and flew towards the Beiluo Zixiao in the sky, and another sharp blade flashing with dark purple light suddenly appeared out of thin air, and the surrounding evacuation was densely covered with 998 cold blades, together with another purple-red short sword, flying towards the Beiluo Zixiao in the sky.

Purple Shirt looked at the change in the air with interest, it was obvious that Beiluo Zixiao was provoking the three magic swords created by Yi Yun at the same time, and the three magic swords were full of anger at this provocation, and even joined forces to attack Beiluo Zixiao.

Beiluo Zixiao turned into a human form, which can be said to be exactly the same as Yi Yun, even the appearance is clear and distinct, the eyes are cold, holding a deep purple light sword in his hand, slashing towards the three flying magic swords, the three magic swords followed and turned into a human form, but it was the same, there was no face, and it looked very strange in the blood-colored space.

After a loud bang, the 998 cold blades revealed a gap, and were cut by a sword from the north, neatly half-inserted on the ground of the illusion, and continued to make a sound, as if moaning in pain......

The three swords of transformation that rushed up with a roar, under the full force of Beiluo Zixiao's blow, were thrown in the opposite direction of shock, Beiluo Zixiao was not relentless, and appeared in front of the magic sword left on the top of Zixiao Hall by Yiyun in a flash, and the light saber in his hand slashed the transformed magic sword in half, and the magic sword suddenly appeared in the shape of a sword, and an extremely dazzling gap appeared in the sword body, falling in the center of the 998 sharp blade.

Beiluo purple shirt emitted a rich purple light, Beiluo purple shirt and Beiluo ethereal pause slightly, and then roared even more angrily like each clinging to the light saber attack, the three deep purple light swords continued to fight in mid-air, and after a while, the three swords turned into a human form, which was completely gone, and the bright light emitted by the impact of sword qi appeared at a high frequency in the air.

After a while, Beiluo Purple Shirt and Beiluo Ethereal, all over their bodies appeared on the ground with sword wounds, as if they had been hit seriously, but both of them stood stubbornly, Beiluo Purple Shirt's eyes were cold, and one of Beiluo Purple Shirt's throats was cold, and the other hand made a fist and hit Beiluo Purple Shirt's body hard.

A punch is heavier than a punch, the luster of the Beiluo purple shirt being bombarded is dim, the feet have long sunk into the ground, but there is no word, Beiluo Zixiao seems to be angry, the fist rains down, the transformed Beiluo purple shirt, has been beaten insincerely, after a while, it returns to its true appearance, the sword body, the hilt, many places are broken, and the blade body has more gaps.

Beiluo Zixiao didn't look at the tattered Beiluo Purple Shirt, turned around and reached out to choke the ethereal throat of Beiluo after transformation, and repeated the action of treating Beiluo Purple Shirt. It wasn't until Beiluo fell like Beiluo Zixiao's fate that Beiluo Zixiao suddenly appeared and disappeared in the phantom realm in an instant.

The afterglow of the waves, flickering in the space......

Zi Shirt heard the message sent by Beiluo Zixiao, "There will be a next time, and I will beat you into dust......"

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The purple shirt woke up, looked down at the sword on his waist, the hilt of the sword, many places were broken, and the purple shirt in the north was very quiet.

Bu Ming is telling the story again, Beiluo Purple Shirt, very well-behaved, he didn't dare to show crazy killing intent like in the past, and he didn't dare to issue an order-like message to Purple Shirt in a shouting tone.

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