"Have you ever heard of the Sanctuary?"

Wan Qi asked Linfeng.

The word Sanctuary made Ji Qingyu suddenly think of a portrait she saw in the Demon Palace in her previous life.

Ji Qingyu muttered softly, "The Lord of the Holy Domain, the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Demons. ”

"Ahh

She slammed into the back of the man who had stopped in front of her.

Wan Qi turned to look at her with a look of surprise, "Where did you see that?" He asked.

Ji Qingyu rubbed her red forehead, Wan Qi saw her movements in the wind, a touch of guilt crossed his eyes, he pulled down her hand, and tapped the red mark with his fingertips, and then the red mark disappeared.

"But better?" He asked.

Ji Qingyu nodded, "Well, it doesn't hurt anymore." ”

"Where did you see that sentence you just said?" He asked, holding her arm.

Since the man's strength was really a bit big, Ji Qingyu frowned, and met his slightly urgent gaze, unclear, "In the Demon Palace." ”

Ji Qingwei told the truth.

In her previous life, she was a demon venerable at the beginning, and she saw the painting in the underground secret room of the Demon Palace.

The person in the portrait is a woman, but the facial features are not delineated, and even so, just by the posture on the portrait, it is enough to determine that it is a great beauty.

The big beauty stepped on the 10,000-petal magic lotus and held a small finch in her right hand.

In the lower right corner of the painting, eight words are mentioned: Lord of the Holy Land, Ancestor of Ten Thousand Demons.

"Hmm." Wan Qilin's throat rolled slightly, he let go of Ji Qingyu's arm, turned around and continued to walk forward.

I don't know if it's Ji Qingwei's illusion, it seems to be ...... Master's back looked a little lost.

Lose?

In the blink of an eye, there was still the illusion of a second.

Ji Qingyu kicked out the messy thoughts in her head.

She frowned and rubbed her arm.

Not surprisingly, the forearm under the clothes must have been pinched red.

What do you do with so much energy.

"Lord of the Sanctuary, Ancestor of Ten Thousand Demons."

The man's voice repeating this sentence came from the front, and Ji Qingyu rubbed her arm lightly.

Wan Qi Linfeng suddenly changed the topic: "Qingyu, send you to the center of the lake for the teacher, when will you form a golden pill, and when will you be able to come out." ”

Ji Qingyu looked up, only to find that after they passed through the bamboo forest, there was a lake that could not be seen at a glance, and there was a faint dark color in the center of the lake, it should be a small island.

She clearly remembered that the meat of the hill adjacent to the small courtyard could also be seen as the border, and at this moment, such a wide lake appeared in the hill, enough to see the mystery in it.

"What about Master?" Ji Qingyu asked.

"I'm waiting for you here." Wan Qian tilted his head to the wind and smiled in a low voice.

His gaze silently crossed her arm, which he had just pinched, and it was fleeting.

Wan Qi Linfeng: "Go ahead, don't be impetuous." ”

After his words fell, Ji Qingyu only felt a gentle force hold her up, and then pushed her away in an instant.

Wan Qi's figure disappeared from her sight, and when she reappeared, she was already standing on the island in the middle of the lake.

The island in the middle of the lake is not large, and it can even be said that it is very small, and it can only accommodate three or five people sitting cross-legged.

Sure enough, as Wan Qi Linfeng said, the aura and demonic energy here are intertwined and extremely rich, which is the most suitable for her to cultivate together with immortals and demons.

Ji Qingyu thought for a while, and then immersed herself in cultivation.

On the shore of the lake

Wan Qi Linfeng also sat down cross-legged.

As he moved, a small string of wind chimes rang in front of his placket.

He raised his left hand, and in the island in the middle of the lake, the sleeve of Ji Qingyu's right arm was windless.

(End of chapter)