Murong Heng was completely silent, her face changed for a while, and she suddenly had a feeling that subverted what she had always known about him, she held back her voice before she slowly spoke: "Your Highness, how do I feel that Your Highness doesn't care much about the disasters and doom of the reversal of the sky and the sea, drowning in the world, but is taking advantage of this incident to take advantage of the opportunity...... Molesting Wu Ying. ”

Don't be too smart, otherwise you will be easily killed.

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Heaven and earth are yellow, and the universe is desolate.

The sun and the moon are shining, and the sun and moon are shining.

The world supported by the divine power of the Endless Void Dao is full of stars, and the stars are huge, lined up in the starry sky trajectory, and the land blocks of the realm are shuttling between the planes, and even the gods with divine power are difficult to capture the morality of their operation.

In this vast world, there is a silver pond that spans 3,000 miles, filled with the starry sky and the brilliance of the sun and the moon, and the still water is deeply connected to the stars, like the last long bridge between the mortal and the sky.

And this silver pool, also known as the spirit pool, can also mean Ling Chi.

If you want to ascend to the gods, you must first step through this three-thousand-mile spiritual pool, separate this ** mortal fetus, and then use the ancient starlight divine power contained in the spiritual pool to re-quench the spiritual body, forge the divine body, and boil the muscles and bones, and you can cross the last step of becoming a god.

And the goddess Yousheng, who has the highest status and the most revered status in the Goddess's Mansion, is really suffering from being tortured by these three thousand miles of spirit pools this time.

This was the eleventh time she was exhausted, and she collapsed into the spirit pool exhausted, and the blood bloomed like flowers on the clean water, smeared into circles of bewitching and beautiful red.

Immediately, a faint wave of light flickered, and the blood in the pool faded and disappeared as if purified by a pure and rising force.

Yousheng has never suffered like this, she was born a god, so naturally she doesn't have to suffer from the 3,000-mile hike like those ascetic mortals.

She wanted to cry in pain, but she was born proud, and she would never allow herself to turn back at this moment to find her father's love and help.

After all, the pain of her body could not withstand the sleepiness and tiredness that came like a tide, and she fell into a deep sleep.

The pool water gently lifted her body, and the gorgeous black dress with gold rim swayed in the water, like a beautiful black flower.

The grass and trees on both sides of the spiritual pond are shining, and the stars are sprinkled among the grass and trees, and the sharp grass blades are cut into stars and mottled golden brilliance, like thousands of fireflies as mysterious and beautiful.

The dew wrapped in the foliage suddenly shuddered, fell and dripped into the dark gray soil, where it was quickly absorbed and disappeared.

A dream butterfly with purple wings of light flew away from the branch, and between the wings of light, a faint purple powder of light swayed out, landing on the trees and leaves.

Finally, the purple dream butterfly came to Yousheng's upright nose, one of its butterfly wings stopped flapping, and a deeper line and texture of purple dreaming began to flow on the thin light wing, outlining the appearance of two flowers.

There is a flower on the other side of the netherworld, which symbolizes death and guides the way of the deceased.

And in the divine realm, there is also a strange flower, called Xunmeng, which symbolizes dreams and is quoted by gods and dreams.

The dream-seeking flower on the butterfly's wings began to bloom two stamens, submerging into Yousheng's eyebrows, the starsand soon dimmed, and Yousheng's beautiful sleeping face became more peaceful and calm.

There was a soft pop.

The purple butterfly shattered and turned into a cloud of light and dust.

And next to the bluestone on the shore of the spirit pool, a young man with a hat showed a satisfied and dreamy smile on his face.

"Hmm...... It's a real dream on earth. "The face under the hat has no eyes or nose, only a mouth and ears.

His ears are used to eavesdrop on dreams.

His mouth is used to tell the dreams that come from eavesdropping.

The blind cane in his hand lightly touched the void in front of him, and a round of void light mirrors suddenly condensed, and the light mirror floated and twisted for a while, and a golden figure quickly appeared in it.

Because he has no eyes and nose, he can't tell the difference between young and old dreamers, and the first sentence ......of the dreamer is: "Lead the troops down to the spirit realm and execute the heavenly punishment, right?"

The golden figure didn't speak, but through the ethereal mirror, a clear and accurate thought seeped into the dreamer's mind.

He knew the divine intent, and immediately smiled, and at the same time, a drop of cold sweat also flowed from his forehead: "Lu Jichen, the demon venerable of the Pavilion on the other side of the spirit realm, is really a descendant of the ancient Canglong. ”

"Click!"

It was clearly invisible, but it made a cracking sound.

In the mirror, it was no longer passed down from thought to thought, but an ancient and deep whispered laughter: "I see, no wonder it is named after the Pavilion on the other side, the demon Venerable Lu Jichen, it turned out to be the ancient relics, so to speak, the Nine Ponds Demon Lotus at the end of the Yellow Spring is in her body." ”

What a calamity demon lotus, it turns out that it is just a cover to deceive the eyes of the world.

A pair of indifferent golden pupils gradually became clear in the clouds and smoke, with a cold killing intent, and whispered slowly: "In this way, then I have to slay the dragon and take the lotus......"

The god-killer woman whose identity is a mystery, the prince of the world who bears the emperor's divine bones and divine veins, and the half-demon boy who was abandoned back then but didn't know when he jumped out of the chessboard.

Now, there is another extinct descendant of the ancient Resent.

In this era, it has really become a feast of red dust that he can't help but indulge in greed......

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The clouds are clear, and the sky is far away.

It was an early afternoon.

Nanchi countryside, lotus leaf fields, winter frost has gone, ushering in the first season of spring cold, everything is vibrant, plants and trees are thriving, and wild flowers are flourishing.

Although small but on both sides of neat and flat country roads, there are patches of cultivated fertile fields, the rice is frost-like withered, and the surrounding green rivers and small ditches crisscross it, attracting fertile water for irrigation.

Although it is early spring, the fertile soil here is excellent, not to mention the full harvest, and it is by no means as sluggish as it is now, even when the wet muddy soil is dug by the farmers, there is a faint stench, diffused in the air.

On the not wide path, there was a small caravan, and as for how small it was, there were five or six people, and the horses pulling the goods were thin and yellow, and at a glance they knew that they were inferior horses that could not afford to eat good feed all year round.

Pulling the carriage was a scholar in a green shirt, wearing a scarf on his head and stepping on his feet, dressed in a simple way to add a bit of elegance, his eyebrows and eyes were too young, and he looked like he was about nineteen years old.

He was clearly dressed like a scholar, but he was here to escort the caravan, and the caravan was just escorted, and he was still holding a book of 100 herbal medicine scriptures in his hand, which was written very close to his cheeks, and his eyes were not very good, but he was walking there remembering the appearance of various herbs on the medicine scriptures, and there were words in his mouth, as if he was reciting the efficacy and characteristics of herbal medicines.

There were two people on each side of the carriage, both of whom were burly and sturdy ordinary men.

They were on their way out of the city, and they were approached by an ox cart.

The five of them couldn't help but look twice in the direction of the ox cart.

Because the ox cart was driven by not a rough man like them, but a slender and graceful woman, who could not see clearly, and the beautiful slender hands that were quietly on her lap did not hold the soft whip or anything that was used to drive the ox, and she wore a hat on her face and hung a veil, and she could vaguely see the beautiful outline under the veil through the skylight, so that everyone was sure that this was a beauty.

She sat very quietly in the ox cart, and the young man drove slowly ahead on his own, without driving or giving guidance.

Behind the woman was a tall straw pile on the ox cart, which looked golden and soft, and when the carriage caravan met the ox cart, the road was too narrow, and it was a little troublesome.

For some reason, the green ox was very well trained, but it could not be driven by its master, so it threw its own hooves, avoided one side and stopped, and gave way for most of the way.

When they met in a staggered manner, no one found that on the high straw pile, there was also a woman in white, with a hat and curtains aside, with a white veil on her face, her eyes like morning dew, and her eyebrows like distant mountains.

Even if you can't see the whole picture clearly, just those eyes are the most moving and beautiful eyes that everyone has ever seen in their lives.

The hurried leg suddenly couldn't move.

The medicine scripture in the young scholar's hand also fell to the ground due to distraction.

One was amazed at the beauty of those eyes, but because he had just read a certain page of the Medicine Sutra and learned the page of Zhilan Xingcao, he saw that in front of the neckline of the white-clothed girl, there was something similar to a thorn silver leaf.