The grand and boundless hall, there is a spring pool, the divine pool is bubbling, the water is diffuse, the thin smoke is swirling, and the boiling spiritual pulp gushes out, and the spiritual energy is rich and cannot be dissolved.

There is a white jade table on the side of the smoky spring pool, on which is a Nine Dragons and Phoenix jade pot, and the pot is soaked in priceless Wudao tea. The fragrance of tea curls in the crystal jade cup, and the white mist fills out.

Yang Xuan sat in front of the table, his slender fingers on the mouth of the cup, but until the tea was completely cooled and the mist condensed into beads on his hands, he still didn't drink the tea, nor did he say a word.

And the white-clothed empress sitting in front of him, her peerless appearance was still as cold as ever.

"Did you come to me for something?"

Dressed in white, the empress who seemed to be unfamiliar with the world spoke lightly, and her beautiful eyes fell on Yang Xuan's body, flashing a touch of inquiry.

She felt that the aura faintly emanating from Yang Xuan's body was stronger than before, and it seemed that she had gained a lot in cultivation these days, and her realm was higher than herself.

Today, when she was still living in the Bronze Immortal Palace, comprehending the supreme supernatural power that Yang Xuan had passed on to him, Yang Xuan suddenly broke in.

"Why, don't you welcome me to you?" Yang Xuan gently picked up the teacup, took a sip of "herbal tea", looked at the empress's beautiful appearance, and smiled leisurely.

The empress was silent, the fairy light flowed in her beautiful eyes, and the splendid mountains and rivers were born and annihilated in her eyes, bright as a cold star, cold as a cold star.

Yang Xuan was no longer polite to this cold beauty, put down the teacup, and got straight to the point, "I came back this time, mainly to avoid the limelight." ”

"Shelter?"

The empress blinked, but a touch of incomprehension flashed in her beautiful eyes, obviously not knowing what Yang Xuan meant by this.

Could it be that Yang Xuan is in trouble in the flood wilderness?

Seeing that the empress seemed unmoved, Yang Xuan shook his head and smiled bitterly, and said, "The secret on my body has been exposed." ”

"What?" Although the empress was still very calm at the moment, Yang Xuan noticed the horror that flashed in her eyes.

"The secrets of the heavens and worlds that I can travel through have been known by the saints of the desolation."

Yang Xuan spread out his hands in a helpless manner, and a trace of bitterness appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"It should be the last time I took you to the Flood Wilderness and went to another world, I was discovered by the saint."

Empress Dai's eyebrows frowned slightly, and her originally heavenly voice trembled slightly, "Yes, then what?" ”

"Even if it is a Mixed Yuan Daluo Golden Immortal who is high up and regards all beings as ants, he can't go to the world outside the chaos in person," Yang Xuan found that the empress was not calm, smiled knowingly, and said, "But I can do it with a golden immortal, do you think the saint will be indifferent?" ”

"That's why you came back?"

sighed softly, the empress's peerless face was full of loss, and a trace of regret arose in her heart.

"It's me who is too anxious."

The empress secretly blamed herself, if she hadn't insisted on going her own way that day, not listening to dissuasion, and insisting on asking Yang Xuan to take her to the flood wilderness, maybe there would be no today.

Originally, I could have found the real flower and resurrected my brother's chance, and that's it......

"The saints couldn't see through the creations I got back then, so they gave two choices," looking at the empress's poignant face, Yang Xuan laughed self-deprecatingly, "Erase, or surrender." ”

"Are you," the empress, who had originally fallen into deep remorse, suddenly brightened up, and looked at Yang Xuan eagerly, "chose the latter?" ”

Yang Xuan didn't say anything, just nodded with a wry smile.

"Whew"

Hearing Yang Xuan's answer, the empress nodded slightly, the stone in her heart fell, a look of joy flashed in her eyes, and she instantly regained her previous strength and dust.

At least Yang Xuan did not isolate himself from the flood, and his hope of resurrecting his brother was not broken.

Immediately, the empress asked again, "Then why did you come back this time?" ”

"It's not just saints who know my secrets, but also a lot of quasi-saint-level powers," after a pause, Yang Xuan said lightly, "Including my master." ”

"Really?"

"In fact, many quasi-saints and even Da Luo Jin Immortals in the Flood Desolation know that beyond the chaos is the vast and boundless Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms." Yang Xuan picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea, feeling the refreshing fragrance of tea, Yang Xuan laughed at himself, "I naturally caused a lot of quasi-saints to speculate and peep. ”

"That's why you came back?" The empress was a little speechless, and she was noticed by a group of immortal emperor-level monks, and she couldn't stand it.

"These are secondary," Yang Xuan said, and the words changed, "You should know the method of beheading three corpses in the Flood Wilderness. ”

"Know" The empress bowed slightly, she had already learned some common sense knowledge about the flood wilderness from Yang Xuan.

"My master Bodhi Patriarch, in fact, ......" Yang Xuan sighed, and finally spoke, "It's the good corpse of a saint." ”

"Saint good corpse!"

A cold voice sounded, and although the tone was very calm, Yang Xuan could hear a trace of shock in it.

The empress never dreamed that Yang Xuan's master would still have such a relationship with the legendary powerhouse of the Mixed Yuan Realm, and for a while, there were waves in her heart that were difficult to calm down.

Yang Xuan nodded silently and said indifferently, "He is a quasi-Taoist of one of the two saints in the West." ”

"Quasi-Daoist?"

The empress was slightly stunned, she remembered that the quasi-Taoist was not from the Buddhist Gate? How can a good corpse teach a Taoist disciple?

"The quasi-Daoist was originally a registered disciple accepted by the Dao Ancestor in Zixiao Palace back then, and after he and the Daoist separated from the Daomen, in order to repay the cause and effect, he left the good corpse in the Dao Gate forever."

Yang Xuan looked at the empress who was becoming more and more unable to sit still, and threw a bombshell.

"Not long ago, the quasi-Ti Daoist sent someone to spread the word, saying that if I want to enter the Buddhist sect, he will accept me as a disciple."

"What you said is true?"

The empress's delicate body was shocked, and she suddenly got up, and a bright light burst out from the depths of her beautiful eyes. The pretty face, which was originally cold and indifferent, like an iceberg for ten thousand years, emerged at this moment with excitement and surprise from the heart.

Disciples! Or under the saint's door!

Ruling the universe, it has endured thousands of calamities without grinding, and it has not been stained by cause and effect. Always present with the sky, coexist with the Tao of the mixed yuan Daluo Jin Xian.

In her heart, such a supreme existence will definitely be able to resurrect her brother from the long river of time.

If Yang Xuan becomes a personal disciple of the saint, then there is no hope that his brother will be resurrected.

As soon as she thought of this, the empress could no longer hold back the joy in her heart, and even showed a hint of excitement on her face.

"Brother, after more than 200,000 years, my sister can finally see you."

Just when the empress was immersed in the days when she was with her brother day and night, and kept chanting her brother's name in her heart, a slightly indifferent voice slowly sounded.

"Still, I politely declined."

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