The void trembles, shifting and changing the scene.

Slightly lowering his eyes and looking down quietly, the end of the world and time - endless mountains and rivers and bright stars seem to have been controlled by himself at this moment.

The height is unbearable, and everything she has experienced may be just a joke in the eyes of the extremely strong who destroys the withering.

At least, that's what the Demon Sword Sword Spirit Flower thinks.

The gloomy and throbbing heart gradually froze, and a mocking and silent sneer bloomed on the pale and bloodless little face.

Jiang Wanqing's blood-stained shallow eyes stared at her quietly, the extremely oppressive illusory ghost, white clothes and white hair without wind, and her bone age seemed to be the same as her at a glance.

The sword spirit who has never been in the play will never understand how she feels at this moment.

"The strong are as heavy as mountains, and the weak are creeping into ants.

Jiang Wanqing, don't you really think that with just a trace of your bloodline and previous advantages, my choice must be yours?

You're thinking too highly of yourself. ”

Regarding Jiang Wanqing's attitude towards it, Weihua didn't approve of it very much.

In "she's" view, the weak should have the appearance of the weak.

Now that she has only experienced a little hardship, she can't even adjust the so-called negative emotions, which really makes her doubt her vision at the beginning.

"You're right, of course I know that I may not be able to match even one ten-thousandth of yours today.

In that case, please find another host. ”

The girl's empty voice was neither sad nor joyful, and when it was lightly opened, the shocking scene in front of her was shattered and disappeared in an instant.

From the bottom of her eyes, which seemed to have completely lost their brilliance, she only glimpsed the firmness and extreme bloodthirsty madness that stood like a mountain of rocks.

Seven emotions and six desires, the beginning of life.

Time is like a scarlet flower, and everything dies away.

Is that long gone, really that important to her?

She doesn't know much about the emotions of living beings, and she is only strong and weak in her world.

Now that things have developed to this point, she still wants to give Jiang Wanqing a chance to try.

After all, it was the Heavenly Demon Bloodline.

When the beautiful spirit dissipated, the stagnant time returned to normal.

The fallen leaves and withered flowers outside the window lattice silently withered for a moment, poignant but helpless, like her state of mind at the moment.

The magic sword did not give up on her directly.

Instead, he informed her of the first test, that is, the top three in the battle of the single ladder of the Miscellaneous Soldier Peak in the sect.

Putting aside the test first, she only wants to go to the library to determine one thing now.

Soul Destroying...... There is still no chance of salvation.

……

The flowers are morning and the moon is sunset, and the soft breeze is light.

If it is said that the Ten Thousand Swords Sect is lively but elegant, quiet but interesting, it is undoubtedly the Library Pavilion.

At this moment, the inner gate Dabiyi is continuing, but there are still not a few people who choose to come to the library to comprehend the Dao and observe the practice.

It's just that not far from the library pavilion, under the shade of the trees in the forest on the almost inevitable road, there is a mysterious chessboard placed on the quaint stone table.

If there is an powerful person in the sect who happens to pass by here, he will definitely be surprised, just because the chess pieces on the chessboard are criss-crossed, and the mystical complexity is beyond the scope of the chessboard chess pieces.

Every step is a realm, acting out the pattern of heaven and earth, glimpsing the past and future, everything in the world seems to have become his bag.

Of course, Jun Xuanjue chose to play chess here in an upright manner, which is also to ensure that no one can understand the meaning of his drawing.

But if you can't understand it, you can't understand it, there are always some female cultivators who regard life as nothing, and they dare to disturb his purity.

Jun Xuanjue has never chosen to deal with this.

He is not "him", even if he is a person who has known Shangguan Yu in the past.

Inadvertently, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and a petite shadow was reflected in the dark golden eyes, but there was a faint hint of lost soul and gloom.

At this time, a few female cultivators who didn't know whether they were alive or dead seemed to have the courage to ask him about the subtleties of the ethereal chess game.

The drunkard didn't mean to drink, Jiang Wanqing naturally found that she was surrounded and it was difficult to ignore it.

Just one glance at Jiang Wanqing's slightly constricted eyes was filled with disgust, and the bottom of her heart was intertwined with endless bloodlust and mockery.

It's just because in the original plot, this person is one of the crazy suitors of the heroine.

What is the end result?

Forget, it's just dead anyway.

It's still the kind that died for the heroine.

Jiang Wanqing's disgust and hostility disappeared in a flash, although it was extremely well hidden.

But Jun Xuanjue's extremely powerful divine sense meant something, and he would not ignore the unspeakable strangeness when she saw her.

Disgust and a hint of pity at the same time?

Jun Xuanjue was puzzled and at the same time, he could be sure that even if the sect master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect came, he would not be able to recognize him.

So what else is the reason?

Through Shangguan Yu's memory, it was determined that he had not had the slightest connection with Jiang Wanqing.

Secretly, Jun Xuanjue's eyes were contemplative, and he looked at Xingli with an indescribable mood.

However, the soul stone above the star glass ...... It's lit up!?

If their memories are not lost, they will eventually "reunite".

The edge of the chessboard that he had painstakingly deduced and divination had already shown a little crack at this moment, proving how unsettled his heart was at the moment, and it was not an exaggeration to describe it as turbulent.

When the illusion of delusion and hope becomes real, the heart is free from the excitement that it has never had, and it is only completely guarded.

When Jun Xuanjue's figure disappeared at the door of the library pavilion, the two figures that were all in the spotlight also came here.

Jiang Wanying's delicate face always maintained a look of uneasiness, timidity and humility seeking advice, and her slightly lowered apricot eyes were hidden in the shadows against the light, unable to let people see her true thoughts.

If you must say that at this moment, her heart is full of endless joy and secret happiness, and finally lived up to all the efforts she has been making, and finally won the favor of the Immortal Venerable.

Just ask which female cultivator in the whole world can be as good as her.