Huang Qingwan has never been an impulsive person, and in any case, her mind is calm and scary.

Before doing anything, you must be fully prepared, and you will not joke with your own life, Huang Qingwan is a person who lives in the rain of bullets, although he is extremely greedy, but he regards life as extremely important.

The light of the crescent moon was dim, and the night sky was already gloomy, and at this time, a large dark cloud drifted by, obscuring the entire crescent moon.

In an instant, a light rain fell, and every raindrop was cold like ice crystals, falling on the skin, and the frozen people were painful.

"Unlucky, at this time, why is it raining?" In the dark night, outside the Shenzhou Immortal Mountain, the spiritual cultivators stopped and looked up at the rainy night sky.

This rain, the aura outside the Shenzhou Immortal Mountain has changed, and the things that they can survey as the leading soldiers of the formation are even less, really, they are unlucky.

"Your Highness the Princess, what should we do?" Suddenly, I saw six or seven spiritual cultivators rushing out from the direction outside the top of the Divine Prefecture as if they were fleeing for their lives, rushing out in one breath, and they all gasped for breath.

In the drizzling rain, they flew down under a big tree, and Huang Qingwan happened to be standing not far away, and swept over at a glance, among these several spiritual cultivators, there were actually two of them in the realm of the king spiritual cultivators.

Among them, there was a tall girl, holding a dragon carving black gold sword, staring at the sky with a pair of black ice eyes.

She wore an ice blue dress, a snow-white mink shawl, a slender **, part of which was exposed, and the snow-white boots were embroidered with complicated patterns.

As if she wasn't afraid of the cold, her slender arms were half-naked, with two rings of cold blue chains wrapped around them, and it looked as if she was locked.

The girl is very beautiful, her skin is delicate like mutton fat jade, the standard melon seed face, the facial features are extremely exquisite, the outline is very soft, there is an indescribable classical beauty, between the eyebrows, is a light blue three-petal orchid totem.

With long black hair up to the knees, and a strand of hair on the back of the head held in place by a delicate hairpin with white feathers and ice glass tassels, the whole person looked like a fine work of art.

It's just that this beautiful girl who looks cold has a little messy hair, and she looks a little embarrassed.

Huang squinted her eyes lightly, this girl turned out to be the daughter of the Holy Lord of Heavenly Power - Tuoba Bing'er!

In the major holy places, there is actually no title of princess, but Tuoba Bing'er is the daughter of the Holy Lord, a person of heavenly power, and she is habitually called Her Royal Highness the Princess.

So, Huang recognized her at a glance.

Instead, they followed Tuoba Bing'er, all of whom were high-level spiritual cultivators, and everyone's attitude towards her was extremely respectful.

Tuoba Bing'er looked at the sky for a while, and then said faintly, "You just saw that, that silver-haired man—"

When it came to the silver-haired man, the spiritual cultivators beside her couldn't help but shudder, their group had just brushed shoulders with death, what was the origin of that silver-haired man?

Unexpectedly, with a wave of his hand, dozens of spiritual cultivators were destroyed, and not even ashes were left!