Regarding the question of whether she is "the strongest person in the mainland", Leng Mingyue does not refute it.

The ghost trap didn't lock her wrong.

Ninety thousand years of immortality, she was reincarnated because of her cultivation to the Great Perfection.

At the time of reincarnation, she was already a god body, beyond the rules of heaven and earth in the Wind Breath Continent.

Therefore, she has memories and strength.

The trick of pausing time is one of the mysteries of her as a god.

Because she is already a god, there is no need for her to rely on the "Famous Teacher System" to cultivate the Seven Vital Qualities.

That's something that mortals desperately pursue.

Defense, evasion, etc., are just games for her pastime.

In this life, she only planned to farm in Ivory Village, raise chickens, and live a quiet life.

It was not her intention to come to Dijing to inherit the family business.

But in the Wind Breath Continent, she is the only god.

Others used the Seven Natal Grids, but what she used was the power that only the gods could mobilize, far above the Seven Natal Qualities.

So the Ghost Trap Chain judged her to be the strongest, and locked one end on her wrist.

What she was curious about now was the other end of the ghost chain.

She had seen Shen Lichuan ghostify with her own eyes, and Shen Lichuan had also summoned the ghost clan.

That's what only a "king" can do.

Because of limited contact, she couldn't be sure of Shen Lichuan's strength as a ghost king.

Coincidentally, Shen Lichuan also saw with her own eyes that she abolished Zhao Xiuyuan's cultivation.

He knew that her strength was not simple, but he didn't say it.

It's like she obviously didn't have amnesia, and she didn't tell the outside world about Shen Lichuan opening the ghost door.

With the evaluation and maintenance of Shen Lichuan by everyone in front of him, if his identity as a "ghost king" is exposed, the consequences will be unimaginable.

But...... It doesn't seem to have anything to do with her.

【Pastime Tour...... Drama ......】

The system gradually crashes.

Is there a worse golden finger in the world?

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Since Leng Mingyue agreed to go to the temple, the banquet continued.

But the silver chain that spans the entire Phoenix Terrace is strange no matter how you look at it.

The palace maids who serve food and pour wine, you look at me, I look at you, and turn the scene into a hurdle competition.

The dancing girls were even more miserable, and the choreographed family reunion touching dance was stunned and wise, and it was changed to the Cowherd and Weaver Girl looking at each other affectionately across the galaxy.

Emperor Yan couldn't stand it anymore, so with a wave of his hand, he let the village girl from the countryside sit next to Shen Lichuan.

He couldn't arrange Shen Lichuan to go to the corner, so he could only cheap Leng Mingyue.

Seeing this, the daughters sighed in their hearts.

Leng Mingyue is too favored by God!

Not only can you sleep and live with your Son, but you can also sit in a position that can only be seated after a kingdom!

The hearts of the young masters are also a little sour.

From a man's point of view, didn't Shen Lichuan pick up a cheap one for nothing, they also wanted to be with such a beautiful woman justifiably.

Just don't put a tie around their necks.

Either way, the banquet was restored to its proper appearance.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner, and the atmosphere is harmonious again.

Leng Mingyue took care of herself and tasted the delicious food, and didn't take Shen Lichuan next to her in her eyes.

Anyway, after seven days and seven nights, she has nothing to do with this strange thing.

Compared with Leng Mingyue's comfort, Shen Lichuan's situation is extremely abrasive.

Because the ghost qi in his body had not been completely eliminated, the moment he smelled Leng Mingyue's breath, his blood boiled.

The feeling of hunger spreads throughout the body, and the urge to hunt takes over the brain.

Any delicacies from the mountains and seas can't compare to the unique aroma of the woman beside you.

The joy of silk and bamboo drifted away in an instant, and the flattery of officialdom disappeared, and the bright lights all turned into dark purple flames.

At this moment, the world is hell.