The scene changed, the times changed, and Wen Tian, who broke away from the Celestial Clan, went incognito and came to the top of the cloudy sky.

With the accumulation of previous lives, coupled with the roots and bones of this life, it is not difficult to cultivate the emperor realm within a thousand years.

And the next step is to become a god.

But why did he fail to become a god?

The sun rises and the moon sets, and the stars move.

Wen Tian has been cultivating on this mountain day after day.

Until one day, he met an old man who had infiltrated the sacred mountain.

At that time, Murong Chuxue, who had forcibly entered the realm of the Immortal King, appeared on the Dao Mountain.

The woman was plain and silver-haired, holding a long sword, and she was full of slaughter, she was here to kill him.

Time has changed, and the young girls who once depended on each other in the mountains behind the Heavenly Clan are now standing on the opposite side.

At that time, he was the immortal emperor, and she became the immortal king.

They are no longer at the mercy of others, but they are enemies.

The difference between the two is a big realm, Murong Chuxue is not his opponent, it is because after a big battle, Murong Chuxue was trapped in the big array by him.

But being trapped is only temporary, the woman is amazing, and she can go to this day without a spiritual base and a spiritual root, and break the formation, for her, it is only a matter of time.

A month later, she broke the formation and fought him again.

He was restrained everywhere and didn't want to hurt her life, but she was a killer move!

And the moment the catastrophe fell, she turned around and left without hesitation.

It was clear that he had done nothing, just stood by and watched.

But she said coldly,

"If you are in a high position and don't pity all living beings, you deserve to die!"

But how could this sentient being ever give him a trace of kindness?

He was originally a ruthless Taoist monk, so what was wrong with standing by and watching?

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Thousands of miles away from Dao Mountain, Lin Qinghan's eyes were closed tightly, and he was pranayama.

In this battle with Wen Tian, he was not lightly injured.

And Murong Chuxue stood behind him, raised his hand to form a seal, and poured all the spiritual energy into his body.

Since that incident a thousand years ago, she actually hated the disciples of the other six sects, and hated anyone else in this world except the disciples of the Xuanyuan Sect.

But now it's different.

Compared with everyone in this immortal realm, all the people from the Fourteen Continents of Cangwu also look much more pleasing to the eye.

The cold moonlight poured down like a ribbon and fell on the field.

Murong Chuxue raised his head and looked at the full moon, and suddenly remembered that when he fell into the Fourteen Continents of Cangwu, it was also such a full moon.

On that day, because of her bloodline, she was destroyed by the Celestial Clan, dug up the spiritual root, and was imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison.

Her mother, who was related by blood, poured medicine over the Celestial Clan guards who guarded her, and sacrificed half of her cultivation, opening a spatial rift and sending her into the Nether.

On that day, it was fifteen.

She woke up from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and the snow fell to the ground, and there was blood and corpses everywhere.

The full moon hung high above the heavens, and from time to time, a few wolf howls could be heard on the side.

She thought she wouldn't be able to make it.

If you are seriously injured and have no spiritual power to cultivate, if you encounter a pack of wolves, you will die.

But when I looked up, I saw a young man in white coming from Edgeworth.

The young man is not very old, with a slender body and clear eyebrows.

Compared to those people in the Immortal Realm, his cultivation is not very high.

But he came by the moonlight, and with just that glance, she felt that he was a hundred times brighter than the bright moon hanging high.

So Murong Chuxue kept thinking that she liked him first, and he was her master.

Therefore, there is no such thing as a master and apprentice, between them.

If there was no broken floating tower thousands of years ago, she should have been with him for thousands of years.