The evening breeze is long, the lights are gorgeous, and when you reach a certain level of pride in the inner door, you can have your own exquisite mansion.

Although there is still a certain gap with the uniqueness of the self-supporting peak of the disciples, compared with the miscellaneous peak of the outer gate, I don't know how many times better.

Overlooking the building, the scenery is beautiful, coupled with the backdrop of the best spiritual tea, the gentle wind gently lifts the girl's soft green silk, and there is a unique aura that seems to be around her.

What Bai Tingting has at the moment can be said to be the height that countless disciples in the sect are trying their best to achieve, putting aside the innate advantages.

But her current state of mind is not as comfortable as it seems.

Jiang Wanying's real trickiness was beyond her expectations.

It's just that the one who can even hurt his sister.

There was a hint of sarcasm on her cheeks, mixed with growing disgust.

What about excellence?

What is not pleasing to the eye and does not look good at the beginning means forever.

But her "poor" sister can try to communicate.

If that is true, then on that premise.

She was alive and sound.

It proves that -

She's not simple.

……

The red clothes are like blood, the elegance is unparalleled, and as Jun Xuanjue takes a step out, the void ripples tremble and sway.

And the rift in the void was fleeting and returned to its original state, like a dream, as if it had never appeared, and even heaven and earth could not detect it.

Jun Xuanjue's mood at the moment is indescribable.

Whether it is slightly excited, anxious, or deeply confused and vaguely hesitant.

But it can be determined that in this endless river of time, Jun Xuanjue, who is the Demon Emperor Demon Venerable, has a thorough wave of mood for the first time.

Let's not talk about it, she was selected by the "magic sword"...... Is it his own sister who has died?

If so......

So what did he do......

Exhaling softly and exhaling slowly, Jun Xuanjue shook his head lightly and showed a wry smile on his face, and a trace of firmness passed under the dark golden pupils from ancient times to the present.

Then, he is willing to pay a thousandfold and a hundred times as much as he can.

The stars and the moon all belong to her.

Jun Xuanjue, who had a certain amount of thoughts, was still in a complicated mood, and in the Great Ten Thousand Swords Sect without borders, he really couldn't find Jiang Wanqing's location for a while.

One is that Jiang Wanqing has the special protection of the "magic sword".

Another point is that in the Immortal Sect, in order to cause unnecessary trouble, he has not tried his best to find it.

He could have done everything he could to find anything.

Of course you can.

But if that's the case.

What about after finding her?

In a trance, Xinhai inadvertently recalled the scene when the girl was delicate but pretended to be strong, her tears were desolate, and her sorrow and pain stared at her.

When fate whispers silently, if the identity quietly changes.

Not being able to find it is not a bad thing for him now.

After a little inquiry, he tossed and turned, and at the junction of the jungle in a secluded place, he passed by a young girl who had been with a low eyebrow all along.

The whisper of fate, the stagnation of time.

Like a dream, the moment is eternal.

Qiu Zhi vaguely felt the strangeness that had just passed away without notice, but she didn't care at all.

At this moment, she was ordered by the princess.

After helping Bai Tingting purchase elixir.

went to hand over an invitation to Jiang Wanqing.

Since the dormitory where she is not available.

Then look elsewhere.

Until you find it.

It's just that she's just entered the jungle, where few people pass by.

Quiet, unpredictable, extremely strange atmosphere she was aware of.

This was followed by the fierce killing machine and the crisis of annihilation.

Mistakes have never been avoided.

That's what should have belonged to her—the end of fate.