Dao Xun Sanxian only felt a burst of coercion, and he didn't see how the other party made a move. was directly stunned. Immediately, a gust of palm wind struck, and he was directly slapped out like a firefly.

"Shameless!"

The voice of the Dao Xun Scattered Immortal was blown away by the whirring wind. He was beaten by the lawlessness and flew backwards at high speed, snowdrifts, tree branches, walls, ......

The solid walls seemed to have become soft objects like tofu.

He's an indestructible projectile.

Fly tirelessly.

It wasn't until he crossed a long, long stretch of rock, what seemed to be a very tall mountain, and crashed into a cave that he fell to the ground with a pop.

The ornate golden robes were scraped into tattered strips of cloth. The skin all over his body felt hot and painful, red and hot, like a boiled shrimp.

It's too late to see where the bottom has fallen. Dao Xun Sanxian's eyes turned black and he fainted.

Wutian really casually beat an ancient immortal like him so that he couldn't find the south, south, west, and northwest.

He thought that if Wutian wanted to slap him to death just now, he would just move his fingers.

It is really worthy of being the former co-master of heaven and earth, the supreme of the Three Realms!

The moment he closed his eyes, Bai Yun's face appeared in a trance in Dao Xun Sanxian's mind.

"The Chosen One......

Why did those born in the Netherworld Blood Sea never have the opportunity to be the chosen one? Obviously, it was also the inheritance of Pangu.

No matter how hard you work and cultivate the fairy road, you are still a mosquito fairy who does not enter the stream......

Dao Xun Sanxian muttered unconsciously, closed his eyes tiredly, and entered a bizarre dream.

In the snow, a majestic temple stands there.

Reflecting the snow light, it is quiet and distant.

Even if it is magnificent, it is still a ruined temple with half of the roof broken.

A vigorous Bodhi tree, emerging from the broken half of the roof, in the cold winter, actually gave birth to a full of crystal clear green leaves, green brilliance, full of vitality.

It's night, and the wind is biting.

Obviously everything is new, the ground is smooth, and the Buddha statue does not have a trace of dust, shining with golden light. But it was as if everything was incomparably old.

The three people left behind occupied a corner of the temple, each with their own thoughts, and always kept twelve points of vigilance. The internal and external injuries on Chang Geng's body have improved a lot. But still unable to speak.

The dead branches and leaves on the ground are gone. When I cut through the snowdrifts, I could only see small green shoots sprouting on the ground. There is nothing to make a fire.

I can only dry it.

It was silent and peaceful, except for the small popping sound of falling snowflakes.

In front of the smiling Maitreya Buddha, two green lanterns are old, and the lights are like beans, swaying in the wind.

Changping jumped up and landed in front of Maitreya Buddha. Breaking the equilibrium between the trio. Chang Gung and Daoist Yun Qing held their breath vigilantly, ready to deal with the variables at any time.

Changping squinted at both sides, grinned, picked up the bronze ancient lamp on the offering table, and kicked the other ancient lamp that fell to the ground to the side. Pick up the offering table and move back to your corner. With just a few punches, the offering table was split into fine pieces of wood, and a fire was lit with the help of an ancient bronze lamp.

A nice smell came out as the wood burned. That's the scent of rosewood.

Snow, ruined temples, linden trees, time seems to have stood still. Half dilapidated, half majestic. That's how it all came together. It's awkward, but it seems to be harmonious and natural. The dilapidated place, covered with snow, and the Bodhi tree full of green, gave birth to endless vitality, as if silently reminding that winter has come, will spring be far away?

In this situation, in a trance, there is a mystery of Shakyamuni Buddha's sudden enlightenment.

When I was roasting on the fire, I felt warmer in my body. There was a strange feeling in Changping's heart that maybe everyone appeared in the world, maybe they had their own unique mission. Maybe he's no exception. He sighed inexplicably. Only the golden hoop on his head reminds that everything that happened before was not a dream.

Now the plastic flower master, the palm fairy, and the mosquito fairy have also been photographed without a trace. Where do you go from here?

I wonder what happened to that weird little fox?

Aren't fox spirits all associated with sassy, charming, and waves? When did they become associated with such atmospheric luck as the "Chosen One"? Isn't the way of heaven too bad to taste? And I, why was I arranged to be a monster?!

Why?!

Changping quenched a mouthful of phlegm in dissatisfaction and spit on the ground. didn't realize that although he was not convinced, he didn't have the previous Meng Lang's lustful thoughts towards the fox spirit Bai Yun.

Probably because Changping was talking too much in his heart, Bai Yun suddenly sneezed loudly.

The sneeze was unfortunate enough to hit the red-clothed banshee in the face as she lay on the couch. Spit Xingzi sprayed Ji Huan's face.

Ji Huan hated Bai Yun very much because of his broken palm, even if he was weak and dying, he was full of strength, and directly shook his left hand and gave Bai Yun a big ear scraper.

Bai Yun was captured by Wutian and returned to a secret hiding place in Anyang City. At this time, there were only three people in the room: Bai Yun, Ji Huan and Wutian. Seeing Bai Yun's power, Wutian sealed her divine power early. Although Bai Yun tried her best to resist, she didn't know how to control and use her divine power freely, so she was not the opponent of a top powerhouse like Wutian at all.

Facing Bai Yun, who has no divine power, Ji Huan is naturally fearless.

Who knows, Bai Yun shook her hand and slapped her back without hesitation. After the fight, she dodged away from the bedside, not giving Ji Huan a chance to fight back at all.

Bai Yun's hand strength was so strong that he directly knocked Ji Huan crooked. When she turned her face, the five finger marks on the white half of her face were clearly red and swollen. A stream of blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, a sweet smell in his mouth, and the tickling sensation of a frightening bug crawling.

Obviously, Bai Yun fought harder than Ji Huan. This surprised Wutian.

Wutian Fei stepped forward and held the angry and angry Ji Huan in his arms. Squinted at the girl in the pink gauze dress.

He has never had a crush on pink, vulgar and naïve. Only black and white can enter his eyes.

But when the girl in front of her was dressed, she was like a lotus flower that had just bloomed in the early morning of summer, with dewdrops, beautiful and holy.

"Wutian, hit her for me!" Ji Huan leaned on Wutian's arms and shouted through gritted teeth, covering his face, ashamed and angry.

She felt the sensation of worms crawling on her lips and face. In horror, she stretched out her right hand to scratch it, but was annoyed to realize that it had no palm. I had to switch to my left hand to grab the bugs on my face. But I couldn't catch it.

Seeing Wutian's calm expression and posture, he didn't mean to make a move at all. She glared at Bai Yun resentfully. mistakenly thought that Bai Yun charmed Wutian with her delicate, innocent, and powerful appearance.

You must know that for tens of thousands of years, Wutian has been silently protecting her from the side, cleaning up the mess for her, and giving her treasures. It's just because Wutian said that she was the lover she met when she was in the lower realm.

Who can know the pain in her Ji Huan's heart? She has always refused to be lawless, it is better to say that she has always refused to admit that she is ashamed. She can be the Red Luan Fairy, or she can be the Demon Night King. But she can't be a prostitute.......

Even if it was, it couldn't.

And Wutian is obviously the man she Ji Huan has repeatedly refused. How did you fall in love with another woman in a blink of an eye?

"Shame, she can't die. Wutian lowered his head and looked at the woman in his arms, sniffed the fragrance in her hair, and kissed her hair, "At least at this moment." ”

When Ji Huan heard this, he felt that countless insects seemed to have entered his chest, greedily gnawing at his internal organs. In a sharp pain, she fainted.

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