The sun and the moon are bright, above the sky, and should be the sun.

The sun and moon are in the sky, shining on the earth, Emperor Wucao...

Wu Zetian!

Several people woke up from a dream.

"Wu Cao... Wu Cao..."

Dugu Jialuo looked blankly at the handsome boy in front of him, who had appeared countless times in his dreams.

She trembled and stretched out her left hand, wanting to touch Wu Zetian's cheek, but as soon as she stretched it out halfway, she retracted again.

Like a person who had just recovered from a serious illness and had been emptied of her family and body by the disease, she collapsed on the ground at a loss, and muttered:

"Can't find it... It wasn't that I couldn't find it..."

"Turkic... Loulan... Datang... Karma..."

"I've searched all over Chang'an... Rummaged through Luoyang... The prosperity of the world... That ebb and flow... None of them... Originally... You're not you..."

"Big dreams three thousand autumns... It's hard to wake up from a dream..."

"I should have thought of it a long time ago..."

There has never been a Wu Mingkong.

It was her dream, her illusion, her infatuation, and...

She escaped from the upheaval of the first half of her life!

She is willing to live in the dream she has woven for herself.

That dream was that day in Ganye Temple Wu Mingkong.

Emperor Wu Zetian's palace moved into Ganye Temple, and Dugu Jialuo was sent back to the Turkic Khanate from the Tang Dynasty.

Wu Zetian ate fasting and recited Buddha in Ganye Temple, and Dugu Jialuo was summoned into the king's tent by the Turkic Khan.

Wu Zetian rebelled and claimed that the emperor established the country, and Dugu Jialuo was also rescued by Li Changsheng and escaped from the sea of suffering.

The trajectories of the two are like parallel lines that meet and do not intersect.

It is not so much that Dugu Jialuo can't forget Wu Mingkong, but that Wu Mingkong is the prison that Dugu Jialuo painted for himself.

That prison trapped her for twenty years!

Now that Wu Mingkong has disappeared and the prison is broken, it is time for her to wake up.

"Garo..."

No matter how ruthless Wu Zetian is, he is also a woman.

Seeing Dugu Jialuo like this, she was still soft-hearted and wanted to come forward to comfort her.

However...

Li Changsheng suddenly stretched out a hand and straddled in front of Wu Zetian:

"Don't come near her, it's her creation."

Good luck?

Wu Zetian looked at the young man suspiciously.

Immediately afterwards, Li Changsheng's heart came:

【Immortal fate? 】

[North? 】

[Before the revival of the aura, the four heavenly immortal realms of the east, south, west, and north together only descended to the four immortal realms, and they were actually occupied by Dugu Jialuo. 】

[Yundao this thing, you can't stop it when it really comes. 】

[If you lose your horse, you will lose and gain. 】

Wu Zetian raised his eyebrows lightly.

Immortal... Immortal fate?

Sounds like a lot of power.

Is it related to immortals?

Without waiting for Wu Zetian to ask clearly, suddenly, the fairy light descended from the sky.

It can be seen with the naked eye that the fairy light is pink, accompanied by 99,000 peach blossoms, fragrant and fragrant, extravagant and tactful, wrapping Dugu Jialuo.

The peach blossom fairy light is now, and all the girls are out of phase in front of their eyes...

The women present were stunned for a moment, and then their faces were red and hot.

That out-of-phase... It's actually a spring palace picture!

The female protagonist is themselves, and the male protagonist is Li Changsheng.

This... What the hell is this?

Wu Zetian covered his mouth, slightly moistened somewhere:

Do you call this an immortal?

[Hehuan Palace? 】

And Li Changsheng, who was not affected by the immortal light, frowned at this moment.

Although he has never been to Beitian, he still knows a thing or two about some of the famous giant forces in Beitian:

[The most filthy sect in the fairy world? 】

[Dugu Jialuo's immortal fate is them? ] 】

[Oh my God, what about playing?] 】

A flash of worry flashed in Wu Zetian's eyes.

Hehuan Zong.

It doesn't look like a good place to listen to the name, and those spring palace pictures...

became their disciple, can Dugu Jialuo be a normal person?

If Dugu Jialuo is a stranger, it will be fine.

But she has already had a relationship with Li Changsheng, that is her own sister, Wu Zetian doesn't want Dugu Jialuo to become like the Spring Palace.

But it turns out ...

Her worries are unnecessary!

I saw Li Changsheng wave his hand, and the lotus pattern at the center of his eyebrows flickered, shooting out a black light, which directly shattered the peach blossom fairy light:

"Hehuan Palace, no matter who comes from this seat..."

"This girl, you can't touch the Hehuan Sect, get out!"

"Boom!"

In a flash.

Thunder on the ground.

Immortal might.

Except for Li Changsheng, Wu Zetian and Dugu Jialuo, all the living creatures in Ziwei Palace were prostrate to the ground by the immortal power.

Li Changsheng took a step forward, protected Wu Zetian behind him, and looked indifferently at the broken fairy light, condensing into a slender shadow.

"Immortal Daojun, what do you mean?"

Qianying spoke, her voice was quiet and cold, and asked:

"Do you want to be an enemy of my Hehuan Sect?"

In the sleeve robe, Wu Zetian clenched his fists.

Is that an immortal?

An immortal that even she had to look up to.

"Well, I don't want to say it a second time."

But when Li Changsheng faced this immortal, who should be on an equal footing with him in Wu Zetian's concept, his words were full of contempt:

"If you don't want to die, get out! Now it's this seat talking to you, if you stay for one more second, the master of this seat will go to your palace master to talk! ”

Swish.

Hearing Li Changsheng mention the word Shizun, the female fairy, who had just had a posture of asking the teacher for sin, changed her face in the blink of an eye.

Bend over, bow your head, bow your hands, all in one go.

The humble eunuch in the palace saw his master and said with a flattering smile:

"Immortal Daojun, the slave family has no intention of offending, you have taken a fancy to this woman, and Hehuan Palace will give it to you."

"Say hello to the lord on behalf of the slave family, you can come to my Hehuan Palace as a guest when you are free, and the slave family will welcome you."

"Farewell."

The peach blossom fairy light didn't dare to stay for a long time, and it dispersed faster than it came.

Wu Zetian looked at Li Changsheng's back in a daze.

It was only after her own experience that she realized the horror of Master Li Changsheng.

There can only be four words to describe it:

Domineering, side leakage!

At the same time, she also became more and more curious about Li Changsheng's master: how powerful is it to scare off an immortal just by his name?

The last peach blossom was gone, and Mingtang was dead.

Wu Zetian Divine Tour.

Xiao Meiniang remembers.

Shangguan Wan'er was completely immersed in the power of the immortals.

Li Changsheng pinched his fingers and calculated the immortal machine.

There are three thousand avenues, not every one of them is in line with the destined person.

Therefore, there are three fairy fates, which are the three choices that Xianmen gives to those who are destined.

He rejected one game for Dugu Jialuo, and there should be two left.

He's counting who the remaining two games are.

But before he could finish the calculation, another fairy light descended from the sky.

This light is different from the light of the Hehuan Palace.

This fairy light is golden, majestic atmosphere, road pattern circulation, like chaos and desolation, vast and vast, if the dragon is shocked, quite solemn and treasured.

[The Palace of the Lost World? 】

Li Changsheng stared at the phantom shadow in the golden light and nodded secretly:

[The first case of the Northern Heaven 10,000 years ago. 】

[Sadly, there is no successor. 】

[After Yujun ascended, he became a third-rate sect in the Northern Heavens. 】

[But the background is good, make do.] 】

The Relic Palace is more low-key, introverted, and more knowledgeable than the Hehuan Sect.

She knows what to prioritize.

came up to choose Li Changsheng first, Li Changsheng felt that she met the requirements, so she slowly spoke, and said:

"There is no end to the gods, and there is no end to time."

"Nan Ke has been dreaming for a thousand years, and when he wakes up from the dream, he will achieve positive results."

"Dugu Jialuo, I will ask you, do you want to enter my posthumous palace!"