Mo Hongxue quietly put away the jade piece in her hand, with a mysterious chuckle on the corner of her mouth.

Lingjian Mountain, one of the nine immortal sects of Nanliang Kingdom, in the Cloud Sword Tower, is on a mottled bronze mirror that is a large size.

It clearly shows the image of Han Xiaochuan, the whole process of making the Tianji pattern, and the whole process of the Tianji pattern going through the thunderstorm.

In front of the bronze mirror, there stood a woman, two men and three people.

The faces of these three people were wonderful.

One of the old men in the soap robe, with a slick of his beard in his eyes, said angrily: "Tell me to go down and check the Blue Star Rongcheng University of Science and Technology...... What is the mystery?

We must find out who this oracle is sacred? Blue Lotus Seed, activate all the shadows under your name, and keep an eye on this person at all costs. ”

The jade piece in Mo Hongxue's hand was actually a special magic weapon that was imaged, and it was transmitted back to the Spirit Sword Mountain Sect.

In the Xuanhuang Pavilion, one of the Nine Great Immortal Sects, an old woman was holding a conch-shaped magic weapon in her hand, and a girl's crisp voice came from inside, telling the whole process of the birth of the Heavenly Machine Pattern.

Far away on the top of the Tai'a Sacred Mountain a million miles away,

Tai'a Shrine is inside a huge palace.

Eighteen figures wrapped in a cluster of light stood in front of a huge jade bib.

The image on the jade bi is also the whole process of Han Xiaochuan's production of the Tianji pattern, and the source of its angle is actually the sky looking down.

A beautiful young man with silver hair but red lips and white teeth was suspended in the air in front of the huge jade bib.

The beautiful boy's immature voice was like a baby: "This magic weapon of the Tianji screen has finally spied on the activation of the heavenly machine, how many thousands of years have passed?" The Pattern Maker is finally born. The Eighteen Dharma Kings Listen to the Order......"

The same image, as well as the strange sound transmission secret method in the immortal cultivation world. This scene is rapidly spreading through Luoyi City.

Some of the major sects in the Yanshang Continent, mysterious organizations, and some royal families are frantically spreading the birth of the Heavenly Machine Pattern.

Invisibly, a turbulent undercurrent suddenly surged in the Yanshang Continent.

"The divination technique of the ancient predecessor Tianisozi has been fulfilled!"

……

Han Xiaochuan, the initiator, took his sister's delicate body in the air and rode it firmly on his neck under the volume of spiritual power at this moment.

Han Xiang Danzi's heart almost jumped out of her chest, and her face turned into two red apples in an instant, this is under tens of thousands of eyes, this is too ambiguous.

"Little ...... Ogawa...... Don't. ”

Han Xiaochuan patted Xiangxiang's calf hanging on his chest: "Holy Lord! Sit tight. You are the most noble and beautiful empress in the world of cultivating immortals! The Weaver is only worthy of being your mount. ”

Turning his head to Wang Jiannan, he said: "There are people on people, and there is heaven outside the sky." Is the tattoo trainer amazing? Jiannan Xiaoyou, you are really cowardly. ”

Wang Jiannan's face was pale and pale, his lips moved, but he couldn't say a word.

At this moment, a voice like a yellow bird sounded next to him: "Li family, Li Xiaoying, I still hope that the divine envoy will have mercy, and dare to ask the divine envoy to take the little girl and leave here together." ”

Han Xiaochuan turned to look at this stunning woman in surprise, who was also a famous woman in Luoyi City.

must have been forced to marry Wang Jiannan.

Immediately, Han Xiaochuan raised his head and asked for his sister's opinion.

Han Xiang Danzi was riding on Xiao Chuan's neck at the moment, just trying to find a crack in the ground to get into, so flustered that he could only nod shyly.

Han Xiaochuan rolled his big hand, and the suction burst out. Wrapped around Li Xiaoying's delicate body, her body shook, and she flew away in the air, without the slightest drag of mud and water.

The mount of the Holy Lord Han Xiang Danzi is the only pattern maker in the world.

Such a strange scene made the spectators of Luoyi City extremely envious.

"I want to be her mount!"

A handsome boy looked at the three people who flew away with great envy and muttered.

"Hey, I'm too, I want to be a mount for the Holy Lord for the rest of my life, and I have no regrets."

"I'm satisfied once and for all, it's too luxurious for a lifetime."

"The pattern maker is qualified to be her mount, a bunch of toads! I ...... it."

There are those who are extremely envious, and there are those who are fascinated by reverie, but they all respectfully watch the figures of the three disappear into the sky.

Han Chen, who originally wanted to take the opportunity to shake his majesty and grow his face, was stunned at the moment.

I could only see Han Xiaochuan and the two of them, and they flew away, leaving his sight, and in that direction, it was Han Jiazhuang.

Han Chen hurriedly turned the white-cloud-shaped magic weapon under his feet and walked back quickly, for fear of missing Han Xiaochuan taking his sister home, but he didn't greet his son who fell from the sky in time.

When Han Xiang Danzi rode on his neck, Han Xiaochuan's heart was sudden.

Only then did I remember that there is no little Nene here. Sure enough, the neck felt something particularly abnormal.

"Careless, this has to be ashamed of Sister Xiangxiang. Next time, I'll have to get a few little Nene for my sister before I can use them as mounts. ”

Han Xiaochuan, who was flying away quickly, looked up, and sure enough, his sister's pretty face was the same color as the big red apple.

At this moment, countless people in the Han family are putting up lights, and it is very lively, and it is simply upside down.

Even the tree-lined avenues have been rolled out with red carpets and small auspicious lanterns containing fluorescent stones.

This is the most solemn ceremony to welcome the return of the patternmaker Han Xiaochuan to the family.

Han Xiaochuan was as excited as a child at the moment, holding his sister with two big hands, her calves as white as jade, and looking up at her shy, but extremely sweet sister.

"Xiao Chuanchuan, let my sister down, there is someone next to me, it's too embarrassing." Han Xiang Danzi began to beg for mercy.

Han Xiaochuan knew that this was Xiao Nei's stalk, and said with a smile: "Haha...... Sister, Chuanchuan's neck is your future saddle, just get used to it. Could it be that the tattoo maker has such a noble neck, and my sister is uncomfortable to ride? ”

"Little guy, learn to be poor......" Although Han Xiang Danzi was embarrassed, she was still smiling happily, her eyes were red.

The constant laughter of the two, the strong sincere feelings, and the harmony between men and women at all, is intimate.

made Li Xiaoying on the side both envious and jealous.

At this moment, I knew that this earth-shattering divine envoy was actually Han Xiang Danzi's younger brother.

Her heart began to come alive.

"Lord Divine Envoy, have you heard of the legend of my Li family's medicine garden?"

Han Xiaochuan shook his head in confusion and said, "I've never heard of it, but now is not the time to talk about this, let's talk about it later." Now that you're safe, please go back to Li's house. ”

Li Xiaoying said quietly: "Where do I still have a home?" Now I don't dare to go back to my home, and I hope that God will make an adult take in the little girl for a while.

When the secret realm of the Mother Earth is opened, he will go to the secret realm and participate in the training audition of the Nine Great Immortal Sects, and he will not be afraid of Wang Jiannan. ”

Han Xiaochuan glanced at the woman meaningfully; Since you can't go back to the Li family, why did you mention to me the strange treasures of your Li family's medicine garden? Shall I take your letter of introduction to the medicine garden to hunt for treasure? There are no three hundred taels of silver here.