"Dyeing this strength is really against the sky......."

Yar Leyin watched the strong elemental storm of ink dyeing again and again, and really didn't know what to say.

"The power of ink dyeing seems to have been stimulated by the blue of the clear sky, and the speed of promotion is much faster."

Jing Yi's voice spoke slowly, and he reached out and rubbed the top of Yar Leyin's head.

"Oh-"

Yarleyin squinted, rubbing Jingyi's palm on the top of his head, and a flush flew on his cheeks.

The relationship between the two may have broken through the barriers and come together perfectly in the past few years.

"You say, what will the master do when he leaves the customs this time?"

Nine-tails wagged his big tail in boredom, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Respect the god level."

The Ghost-faced Rakshasa held one of the Nine-Tails' tails and dangled happily.

"In just a few months, the master's strength has been promoted five times, and it is even condensing, and I am afraid that the god is not enough."

Chiyan lay on the high platform not far away, licking his huge paws, and his golden tiger eyes looked in the direction of the ink dye retreat, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Brother Chiyan is right.......

Lan Xi tilted his head and swam up and down in the pool, splashing on the ground around him from time to time.

"Sister Rakshasa, why do you say that the final battle is coming?"

Lan Xi poked his head out of the water and looked curiously in the direction of the ghost-faced rakshasa.

"Because both the Phantom and the master are making final preparations to give full play to their abilities for the upcoming war."

Ghost-faced Rakshasa turned his head and chuckled at Lan Xi's cute appearance, it seemed that this matter was nothing to others, but for people related to ink dyeing, it was almost a fight to the death.

"Then I'm going to step up my cultivation so that I can help my master........"

Lan Xi turned, the huge ice-blue fishtail lapping the water, and the light laughter was endless.

For Lan Xi, whose mind is not yet mature, it seems to be better to understand this matter in this way, so as not to have too much pressure, but the Ghost Face Rakshasa knows very well that this battle, so far, they are at an absolute disadvantage.

Several demonic beasts had their thoughts flying, but the ink dye had no time to take care of it, and the ink dye at this moment just desperately began to improve his strength, desperately trying to defeat the phantom and figure out everything.

"Big young master, what did you find this time?"

In the middle domain, Yan Zixun lazily leaned on the rattan chair in the courtyard, basking in the sun, squinting his eyes and not looking at the people around him.

"Mo Dye is the descendant of the Mo clan, I estimate that in less than three months, Mo Dye will come to the Middle Domain and take back what belongs to him."

Jun Chenyuan's voice was faint, but it contained thoughts about ink dyeing.

"Moonlight She ......."

Yan Zixun pondered for a moment, turned his head to look at Jun Chenyuan, and stopped talking a little.

"She knows."

Just three words shocked Yan Zixun.

She knew that Mo Yueli had returned from the Inner Continent and had spoiled Mo Xuelan to the extreme, so she almost plucked the stars in the sky and gave it to her, such an attitude was not like knowing the truth.

"Kill."

Jun Chenyuan's two words explained all Yan Zixun's doubts, when you held a person high, and finally threw her off the altar and into the dirt, let her understand that everything that used to be was just a mirror, like a dream, that is

The most cruel method.

"I have to say that Mo Yueli and Mo Dye are really surprisingly similar in some places."

Yan Zixun shook his head and sighed, a helpless smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Mo Xuelan, after all, has been her friend since childhood, but now, she has become an opposing enemy, which is nothing more than a personal grudge, the difference is that the two of them are destined to stand on opposite sides from the beginning.

"It's not a family, isn't it strange that you don't enter a family?"

Jun Chenyuan glanced at Yan Zixun strangely, it seemed a little strange.

"It's not unusual, it's not unusual, it's just that the life experience of ink dyeing is really bizarre......."

Yan Zixun chuckled, moved his legs and began to shake the rattan chair, closed his eyes and lay on it, quietly enjoying a moment of leisure time, maybe after this time, I am afraid that there will never be such a leisure time again.

"Prepare early, we are going to start gathering forces in the Central Domain, I'm waiting for Dye Er to get out of the customs and find the second spirit, and the war is about to begin."

Jun Chenyuan lowered his eyes, his thin lips moved lightly, and then disappeared in place.

He knew that Yan Zixun would do everything well, she had always had this ability, after all, as a person with a foreign surname from the Weisheng clan, she could have a pivotal position in the Weisheng clan, and that was not something that ordinary people could do.

Although Yan Zixun's strength is not outstanding, her mind, wisdom, and ability to deal with things are outstanding.

"I know, eldest young master, I really never change the habit of liking and commanding people.......

Yan Zixun still closed his eyes, lazily lying on the rattan chair basking in the warm sun, but the corners of his lips hooked up a smile, and he muttered softly, as if he was saying it to himself, it seemed to be for Jun Chenyuan, but who knows.........

Most of the children of the four major families grew up together, and the four of them have a deep friendship, which cannot be compared, of course, Mo Xuelan of the Mo family has never been able to integrate well into the other three, they didn't think so at the beginning, but now Yan Zixun understands that Mo Xuelan is not a member of the Mo family at all, or rather, she does not have the power of the ancient bloodline at all.

"Old man, it's time to start gathering strength.......

Jun Chenyuan pushed open the door of Bailiqi's room and walked in slowly, without a trace of stagnation.

"Got it, you can do it, but whether the Mo clan and the Ling clan can send troops depends on your own ......."

Baili Qi turned his back to Jun Chenyuan, even if Jun Chenyuan pushed the door to enter, he never turned his head, his eyes were just staring at the huge landscape picture in front of him, there were three men and two women in the painting, and the breath was quiet and harmonious, which made people feel calm.

"Old man, you've been reading that broken painting for more than 100 years, aren't you tired?"

Jun Chenyuan's rare ruffian aura was exposed, but there was a little concern in the unpleasant words.

"What do you kid know, I'm not looking at paintings, I'm reminiscing, those memories of the past......."

Baili Qi sighed rarely, and looked at the painting intently.

"The past is over, and if you dwell too much on the past, you will lose the ....... of the future"

Jun Chenyuan's voice seemed to have changed again, and he reached out and patted Bai Liqi's shoulder.

"I see, you stinky boy, it's really rare."

Baili Qi turned his head and looked at the young man standing side by side with him, the young man was already taller than himself, so handsome and erect at the moment, just like himself back then, and even more.

Bailiqi is undoubtedly proud, such an excellent young man, so top

The man who stands on heaven and earth is his son.

"I'll go, I'll take care of the Ling clan, the Mo clan, just leave it to their own people."

The corners of Jun Chenyuan's lips hooked up a smile, Mo Yueli's role is not only to kill Mo Xuelan, but to maximize the Mo clan's acceptance of Mo Xuelan's life experience and Mo Ran's true identity.

"You, always quietly control everything, it's really like me back then......."

Bailiqi chuckled lightly and took a few sips of the teacup with one hand.

"You old man, don't put gold on your face, I'm with my mother, not you."

Jun Chenyuan's arrogant appearance is something that no one has ever seen, Jun Chenyuan's mother died early, but she has also taken care of Jun Chenyuan for more than ten years, Jun Chenyuan has already grown up and understands his mother's love, and is as cold as Jun Chenyuan, and there is also a soft place in his heart where his parents are placed.

"Hmph, stinky boy, get out of ......."

Baili Qi scolded with a smile, raised his left foot and kicked towards Jun Chenyuan's buttocks, but Jun Chenyuan's body had already disappeared in place.

Biluonei –

"It seems that the promotion of Dyeing has reached a critical moment, and this increase in power, although I know that the power of the blue sky is blessed, I still feel incredible."

Yarley sat on a swing in the courtyard, swaying her legs, the wheat-colored replica showing a ruddy sheen, her legs delicate and slender, rippling in the air.

And when Jingyi came, he saw such a scene.

Today's Yale Leyin wears a slightly simple plain white long brocade robe, embroidered with dark brown silk threads on the fabric of the clothing with strange and strong branches, peach-colored silk threads embroidered plum blossoms in full bloom, extending from the skirt to the waist, a wide purple belt tightens the thin waist, showing a slender figure, but also gives people a sense of elegance and luxury.

Draped in a light purple open gauze coat, every move caused the gauze to have a sense of sparkling flow, and a piece of jade jade pendant was tied around the waist, adding an elegant atmosphere.

With a milky jade bracelet on his hand, and a surprisingly long hair with purple and white ribbons to create a slightly complicated hairstyle, it really lived up to this beautiful and surprisingly beautiful hair, and the hair was smeared with some rose essence, exuding a charming fragrance.

There is a hosta made of jade on the hair, and she is ingenious to make the appearance of green bamboo with leaves, which really makes people think that she has a green bamboo on her head, and the thin and long bangs in front of her forehead are neat and rigorous. The willow eyebrows are painted with carbon black, and the skin is fair and delicate, and the charming and charming Danfeng eyes are full of brilliance between the eye waves, and the rouge is applied to make the skin appear white and red, and the lips are simply smeared with light red lip red, and the whole face looks particularly beautiful.

The hair and ribbons sway gently in the wind between the movements of Yar's music, and they are extremely lively and youthful.

"Clear Sky Blue, that is an ancient power, according to legend, it is the power left by the creation god in ancient times so that future generations can cultivate into gods, no matter what the legend is, it is also a power that is extremely close to the power of the gods, a power that should not exist in this world, naturally unusual."

Jing Yi suppressed the throbbing in his heart, walked to Yar Leyin's side, pulled the hair that flew to his cheeks behind his ears, and smiled gently.

"I see, I hope in the end, I can help dyeing."

Yar Leyin sighed softly, only feeling that the ink dye had carried everything and created a safe environment for them, but he always felt that he was not doing enough.

"Trust her, she's ink-dyed."

Jingyi's voice fell, and Yaer Leyin suddenly understood that now that along the way, ink dyeing no longer represents a person, but a kind of power, a kind of faith, and a ray of light.