"I don't want the fountain of innocence." Rong Li held her tightly, with red eyes.

"Why do you cry every day as a big man?" Jun lightly wiped the corners of his eyes.

"Do you know what you're doing?"

"Hmm, wipe my little Jiaojiao's tears."

"You're like that again."

"How else?" The woman pressed him and picked up the placket of the other party's clothes: "So? ”

"You know that's not what I'm talking about." The boy was so angry that his cheeks fluttered: "You always like to misinterpret what I mean." ”

Someone swallowed: "I thought about it. ”

Rong Li: "..."

An hour later, the young boy sat up with difficulty: "I want to go back, I want to go back now, I don't want to stay here for a moment." ”

"I'm here, where else do you want to go?"

"Xuanming Sect."

"Okay, I'll go back when you're done soaking in the Fountain of Innocence."

"I don't bubble..."

Time passed slowly between the beds, and finally came to the seventh day.

Jun glanced at the young man who had fainted, a little helpless, like this made herself look like a pervert, although she may be more terrifying than a pervert, but she didn't want to fry every day, she still had to get the Fountain of Innocence as soon as possible, and lowered her head and dropped a kiss on her forehead: "Wait for me to come back." ”

With a wave of his sleeves, he laid down the enchantment and walked out with his feet raised.

On the altar in the center of the temple, the high priest and others arrived early in the morning, Jun Qing didn't say anything, raised his feet and walked up the steps, and soon his feet were handcuffed by chains, and he was set up on the altar, as soon as noon arrived, the high priest took a sword, and began to jump and jump, and the spell in her mouth continued, she listened carefully, her eyes were obscure, this spell was a little familiar...

As the high priest drew a bloody mark on Jun's palm, the sword body was red and rushed into the sky, and all the divine servants knelt down in unison, praying sincerely, while the people on the altar were no longer breathing.

When Jun Qing opened his eyes again, he was still lying on the high platform, which was much simpler than the one in the temple, and the most conspicuous thing was the scepter standing on the high platform.

"It's finally here." An old voice suddenly came into my ears.

Jun sat up vigilantly, turned his head to look, and couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth: "Long time no see, Emperor God." ”

The old man was shocked, squinted at her old eyes, and then his eyes were bloodshot: "How could it be you?" ”

"I didn't hesitate to burn Shouyuan to calculate me, how does it feel?"

"Witch, you caused me to do this!" The old man's eyes were cracking: "You are here today, I will definitely suck your soul dry!" ”

After saying that, he wanted to catch Jun Qing's soul, but before he touched it, he screamed, his right wrist was cut off, and he fell to the ground in blood.

After so many worlds, her soul is no longer as fragile as it was at the beginning, and after a few lifetimes, it will not be a problem to condense into an entity, and now the cultivation of the Emperor God has plummeted, which is not her right at all.

"I really didn't think that the dignified emperor god would be reduced to using this evil method to cultivate, and there must be a lot of enemies, but I don't know if I went to the Jun family's prison once?" The woman jumped off the platform and gradually approached: "What does the Far North have to do with you?" ”

"What Far North? I don't know what you're talking about? The emperor retreated in terror.

"Really?" She pinched the other party's neck: "Then do you know now?" ”

The old man reached out and grabbed her wrist: "I'm really... No... Know..."

"You brought me in, but you said you didn't know?" Jun slightly loosened his fingers, allowing him to breathe, and the old man coughed violently: "That's not the extreme north... The land is... My magic weapon. ”