The situation in the Yuqing Hall that day could be described as extremely dangerous.

Master Puhong, the host of Tianyin Temple, who knew the inside story, and others, in order to maintain the reputation of Tianyin Temple and Puzhi Qingqing, deliberately watched Zhang Xiaofan step into a dead end.

Zhang Xiaofan himself was unwilling to let his first teacher suffer great humiliation after his death, and was willing to apologize for his sins with death.

The righteous path of the world gathered, Dao Xuan Zhenren could not let Qingyunmen be ashamed, in front of the safety of Qingyunmen, the life of a disciple was really insignificant.

If it weren't for Lu Xueqi taking Ming Xiaoyang's letter up the mountain to reveal the origin of Zhang Xiaofan's Dafan, as well as the mystery of the life and death of Wan Jian, and the secret of the Immortal Sword.

In the end, no one can predict how far things will develop.

Zhang Xiaofan's life was also saved.

Whenever she thought of this, Lu Xueqi couldn't help but feel a little grateful to the demon lord in front of her.

"You've seen through this, you're really good." Ming Xiaoyang pretended to exaggerate and said things that even ghosts didn't believe.

"That's a good question, a great question!"

"If you really want to find a reason, maybe you can only say that Qiye wants to do good deeds!"

"Do good?" When Lu Xueqi heard this, the corners of her mouth couldn't help twitching, "This came out of your mouth, do you believe it yourself?" ”

"Of course I do." Ming Xiaoyang said with a sincere face.

Lu Xueqi was completely speechless, she was already cold, and after the doubts in her heart were answered, she didn't know what to say to the person in front of her, who was also an enemy and a friend.

Sensing a hint of expulsion emanating from Lu Xueqi's graceful jade body, Ming Xiaoyang sighed again, "Having said so much, it is estimated that it is also a new thing for you, Miss Lu." ”

"If there are no other questions to ask this Saint, then Saint Monarch should go."

"Please." Lu Xueqi said lightly.

"It's so ruthless!" Ming Xiaoyang sighed, and the figure disappeared in front of Lu Xueqi's eyes.

During the whole process, not even a drop of demonic energy was emitted, as if this was not a world-shattering demon lord, but a harmless mortal from humans and animals.

Boom!

Seeing Ming Xiaoyang leave, Lu Xueqi's Tianya Divine Sword, which had originally returned the sword into the sheath, suddenly jumped out of the scabbard again.

With a sword in his hand, his expression was cold, and he waved the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand again.

Frost Moon Dance Swordsmanship!

This time, this set of swordsmanship is a little more cold.

………………

The City of No Tears.

The city without tears has long been infected by the resentment of the generals, time and space have stood still, and white fog that cannot be dispersed can be seen everywhere.

These thick white mist are not the result of water vapor, but the sorrow of a poor man who has been played by fate.

A person is indifferent by nature, just like water, or even air, when you have it, it doesn't matter, but when you really lose it, you will find that he has unconsciously infiltrated your life, and even your soul, how can you do without.

Su Tianxin, the first love, overestimated his desire to seek the truth, underestimated his feelings for him, and chose to leave, for which he paid a heavy price; Mo Xie was reluctant to make a choice, thinking that he could live with three people forever, but due to the appearance of the Heavenly Demon Mine, he ended up with a martyrdom.

In the end, his sorrow eroded what had once been a paradise and turned the city without tears into a city without tears in the true sense of the word.

Good thing it's all over!

The seven generations of resentful couples and cadres and resentful spirits were combined into one, and the gods such as the night sword, the cadre sword, and the Zhuxian sword were even cast into a god and demon halberd.

At this moment, in the city without tears, there is no longer that terrifying black-clothed demon.

Trample!

Stepping into the city without tears again, Ming Xiaoyang just appeared from the dense fog, and felt a thick desolation and sadness.

It seems that more than a thousand years ago, what happened in the city without tears is still vivid.

I am still the affectionate and indifferent cadre!

Syllable!

The throbbing in his heart flashed, and Ming Xiaoyang recovered instantly, slapped himself in the face, and murmured:

"The cadre is seven nights, seven nights is a general, whether it is a cadre or seven nights, it is Ming Xiaoyang. So who can tell me, is this Zhuang Sheng's dream butterfly, or is it a butterfly's dream of Zhuang Sheng? ”

"Neither Zhuang Sheng's dream butterfly, nor Butterfly's dream Zhuangsheng?" Before Ming Xiaoyang's words fell, behind him, a somewhat domineering voice came, "You are you." ”

"Yes, I am who I am." Ming Xiaoyang nodded sympathetically.

Swish!

When he turned around, he saw a familiar figure coming out of the dense fog, a snow-white robe, and three thousand silver hair.

The figure is excellent, and the look is all high.

Xiaomeng!

Xiao Meng looked at the silver-haired and black-armored man in front of him with interest, as if he had just met him.

"It's a good look, I kind of like it." Xiaomeng glanced up and down, retracted his gaze, and commented unceremoniously.

"Really?" Ming Xiaoyang smiled, "That's really my honor." ”

As he spoke, his figure flashed, and he wanted to hug Xiaomeng's soft waist as before.

Unexpectedly, Xiaomeng actually twisted his slender waist and took a few steps back, avoiding his embrace.

"What are you doing?" Seeing Xiaomeng avoiding it, Ming Xiaoyang asked puzzled.

Xiaomeng smiled charmingly, but there was no sense of charm, "You are Qiye, not Yingzihe!" Although Yingzi and Qiye are both bright Xiaoyang, Xiaomeng is loyal and can only tolerate Yingzi and touching me, as for Qiye, it's better to go to your two queens! ”

"This?" Ming Xiaoyang smiled awkwardly.

This is indeed a trouble, coming and going from different worlds, the super brain has not completely usurped the origin of the heavens, and it is not enough to conceal the heavenly dao of different worlds.

So, if he wants to travel to a different world, the best thing to do is to reincarnate!

In this way, although from beginning to end, no matter how many times he is reincarnated, for Ming Xiaoyang himself, he is the same person.

But for the women around him in every life, his man is constantly changing, and he is no longer the same person for a long time.

A little difference, but also a difference!

"No, it won't!" After being embarrassed, Ming Xiaoyang shouted pitifully, "Xiaomeng, you actually care about this!" ”

"Of course." Xiaomeng raised her head proudly, like a proud white swan, "The person this girl likes is Yingzihe, not the Seven Nights Demon Lord." ”

"Although both of these people are you, in my opinion, they are by no means the same."

"Okay!" Ming Xiaoyang put his hand on his forehead and said weakly, "I'm really not ordinary pitiful." ”

"Huh?" While speaking, Ming Xiaoyang suddenly felt that something was wrong, "Xiaomeng, why are you the only one?" ”

"What about the others? I remember, when I entered this world, I brought you all together! ”

"You really don't know?" The corners of Xiaomeng's mouth curled slightly, and she asked with a smile.

Ming Xiaoyang was full of excitement, "What should I know?" ”

"For example, the whereabouts of the other sisters." Another cold voice sounded, and the formless and massless fog suddenly dispersed like a living thing, and out walked a snow-white woman.

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