Fortunately, the time is still early, there are not many people on the street, and there is no one in the poison gate to follow him, otherwise, Xuanyan's identity will be exposed because of Ye Meng's voice.

In the next period of time, the road tended to calm down again, as if the death of the seven green-clothed disciples made the entire poison sect a little unable to react.

The young man with the long neck did not appear again, it seemed that he had given up, but Xuan Yan and Ye Meng knew that at this time, a bigger storm must be brewing in the poison gate, and it was absolutely impossible for him and Ye Meng to return to the poison gate so easily!

No one came to stop and disturb, and Xuan Yan and Ye Meng did not continue to cultivate dually, but the relationship between the two was inexplicably much closer.

They also all know that before returning to the poison gate, they must double cultivate again, so as to ensure Xuan Yan's strength and ensure that Xuan Yan's true identity is not discovered.

In this regard, Xuan Yan and Ye Meng are prepared, and they are also faintly looking forward to it.

As they went deeper into Yundian Province, Xuan Yan and Ye Meng's side became quieter and quieter, but the quieter they were, the more uneasy Xuan Yan and Ye Meng became, because the quieter it was, the more violent the upcoming storm would be.

When Xuan Yan and Ye Meng were rushing to the poison gate, it had been raining for more than a month in an unknown dark place.

The clouds in the sky are still very thick, and the continuous rainy weather makes people's hearts seem to be unconsciously heavy.

"It's been more than a month, will she really be able to wake up?" asked a soft woman in the rain.

Her voice was very soft and beautiful, and the rain fell on her body, but it did not wet her hair and clothes, but seemed to blend in, making it more and more watery and moving.

"Yes, she'll wake up. An old woman said, looked up at the sky, she said with an excited expression: "God opened her eyes, let my witch sect harvest such a pure saint, if she is willing to work hard, the future achievements will definitely not be lower than the first and second generation of my witch sect saints." ”

The extreme yin qi on her body was even stronger than the original second-generation saintess. The old woman looked at the turquoise crystal coffin not far away, her face full of joy and excitement.

In the crystal coffin, there is a girl in a white dress, the girl's lips are red and her teeth are white, her skin is like congealed fat, and her whole body is like a piece of white jade, without any flaws.

She closed her eyes tightly, but there was a trace of coldness between her eyebrows.

It's Leng Qingxuan!

If Xuan Yan was here, he would definitely be able to hear that the old woman was the one who once possessed Leng Qingxuan and instructed him to bring Leng Qingxuan to the Goddess Peak!

"But now it's July, and the yang energy in the world is getting heavier and heavier, and I'm afraid that if she doesn't wake up, she will be disturbed by the yang energy. The soft woman's voice was still full of worry.

"July—what day is today?" asked the old woman with a moving expression.

"Seven. The woman replied.

"Hahaha, providence, everything is providence, if I am not bad, she will wake up today, get ready, and welcome the seventy-seventh generation saintess of our witch sect!" The old woman laughed, and there was an indescribable joy in her laughter.

The old woman took two steps forward, looked up at the sky, opened her arms, faced the rain, and solemnly screamed:

"Wumen, it will be prosperous!"

"Witchcraft will come back to the earth!"

"The light of the witch god will shine forever!"

The excitement in her expression reached its peak, as if she had seen the day when the Witch Gate ruled the land again.

Just as the old woman's words fell, in the turquoise crystal coffin, the girl slowly opened her eyes.

Her eyes were bright, and her eyes gradually turned from white to black, but at the same time, her face was full of confusion.

Looking at the crystal coffin she was in, looking at the rain that kept falling in the sky, the girl's eyes suddenly turned cold.

As if under control, the clouds drifted around, the rain gradually stopped, and the sun poured down on the earth, giving the girl a smile on her face.

The old woman and the charming woman watched this scene happen, their eyes were full of shock, and what shocked them even more was that the clouds in the sky did not dissipate, but gradually drifted away, diffuse, as if endless, and instantly enveloped the entire land of China.

The rain fell down, as if the whole sky was crying, and only where the maiden, and only where the crystal coffin was, could a beam of light penetrate the clouds.

In the sunlight, the girl seemed to be transparent, and she got up from the coffin and sat motionless on it, gentle and quiet.

It's just that her expression is still confused, she seems to be thinking about something, and she can't seem to think of anything.

"I-"

"You-"

"Who-"

She looked at the old woman and the charming woman standing not far away, and asked in a cold voice.

"You are—" The charming woman was about to tell Leng Qingxuan her name, but the old woman spoke directly and interrupted her.

"July, you are my Wumen Holy Maiden July, I am your grandmother, she, is your master. The old woman introduced the girl, she seemed to have known that Leng Qingxuan would forget everything when she woke up, and she had already thought of a rhetoric.

"Grandma, Master, July-" The girl frowned slightly, then smiled, and said, "I like these three titles." ”

Although she was laughing, her voice was still cold, even if the old woman and the charming woman listened to it, they couldn't help but feel calm in their hearts, and there was even a hint of coldness.

As if feeling the kindness of the old woman and the charming woman to her, the girl waved her softness towards the sky, and the dark clouds hovering over the heads of the old woman and the charming woman dissipated instantly.

The beam of light expanded, making the old woman and the charming woman smile as well.

Just when Leng Qingxuan woke up and was given the name of Holy Maiden July by the old woman, in the capital, where the Chinese Medical Center was located, a middle-aged man with firm skin and like a young man slowly sat up from the chair.

He looked at the light rain in front of him and looked at the southern land from afar, as if he saw the beam of light piercing through the sky.

"The Holy Maiden has come to the world, and the Wumen is going to make waves again-" Li Mengyao said softly.

At the same time, among the various Chinese medicine families in the land of China, there are also many people who feel something, and look in the same direction as Li Mengyao, their eyes are a little deep, and they don't know what they are thinking-

Shudi, in a Miao village, a Miao girl who looked like a girl, but wore an old man's headdress, looked at the dripping rain and didn't say a word.

"Grandma, is the saint awake?" At her side, a little girl with a pink carving and a complicated voice was difficult to name.

Yundian Province, Poison Gate, a thin and cold figure with his hands behind his back, looking out the window.

"Have you woken up? In addition to the evil doctor Li Xuan, you are also the holy daughter of the Witch Sect, and you are also my great enemy of Ye Qi. ”

The man had just received the news of the Holy Maiden's awakening from the elders of the Poison Sect, and he muttered in a low voice, asking in a cold and eager voice, "Sister, where is she?"

I would like to use this chapter to pay tribute to the coming and passing July

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