Hearing this, Zhan Wuji's face showed a hint of discoloration, and after hesitating for a long time, he turned around, looked at the inheritance hall, and finally shook his head firmly, and said in a low voice: "I'm going to go to the Innate Sect, and the matter with the master, and when I go back, I will make a decision." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared from the spot.

She hurriedly looked around, but it was pitch black and there was nothing.

Bang!

Hall of Eternal Life.

Inside the main hall.

Si Hong was dressed in a bright red robe like blood, and her hanging horse hair bun was decorated with gems and gemstones, under the light of the treasure, her face was even more enchanting to the extreme, and Jiaona was in her bones.

She lay limply on the throne, her black gauze robe half-hidden, revealing a snow-white shoulder.

At this moment, a beautiful blonde woman Tingting walked in from outside the main hall, she climbed the steps from the side of the main hall, then knelt down on one knee, and said respectfully: "Sect Master, Zhang Jingli said that he has important things to deal with, so he can't come for the time being." ”

Hearing this, Si Hong frowned and said angrily: "What do you want to say?!" ”

"I am his rightful wife, my enemy is his enemy, I killed his enemy, how could he stand idly by?"

"If you don't come, what's the use of me torturing Zhan Wuji later?"

The interracial beauty still maintained a gentle and lovely posture, bowing her head, bowing her head, and not daring to say a word.

As he spoke, a beautiful woman dressed in tulle and with golden eyes walked in, with a bright golden feather at the end of her eye, like a raging flame, exactly like the beautiful woman, it should be a pair of twins.

The beautiful woman also climbed up from the side, knelt on one knee, her hairpin trembled, and reported timidly: "Sect Master, the Son of War has threatened to compete with my Innate Sect Master, this time, I can't come to receive my order." ”

"Presumptuous!" Hearing Li Qiye's words, Si Hong was even more furious.

"It's unforgivable that this son of Zhan Wuji dares to go against my will as the head of a sect!"

"I'm going to cut him with a thousand knives!"

"A disciple of the Shenxiao Holy Land, I can pinch it to death with my hands, but he doesn't know how thick the sky is! I'm going to take out his soul myself and skin him again!" ”

The two outsiders' maids didn't dare to make a sound, and obediently knelt on the ground, bowing their heads, bowing their heads, and motionless.

After a long time, she came back to her senses, and this time the "Fu Poor" ancestor gave her a task, asking her to go to the Liuli Dynasty and kill a great demon at the level of Hedao.

This time it wasn't a difficult task, but it was time-consuming.

Now, she has been delayed for several days because of revenge, and if she rushes over again and kills the evil obstacle of Zhan Wuji, she simply doesn't have enough time.

Never mind.

For the sake of the "poor" ancestor, he decided to let go of the bastard Zhan Wuji!

When this operation is over, she will be able to change from the nominal acting head to the real head, and then her power will be raised to a new level again!

When the time comes, he will definitely make Zhan Wuji's life worse than death!

It's just that, I don't know why, my husband Zhang Jingli didn't fully believe her, and at that time, if he didn't want to help.

This is easy to do.

He immediately came up with a solution, which was to record the video of the battle and give it to his husband!

Of course, this battle is likely to involve his killer feature, so he must make some changes to blur the image, in short, the tragic ending of Zhan Wuji, just hearing that sound is enough to know!

After thinking about it, he immediately ordered: "Go down." ”

The two outsiders were relieved, relieved, and bowed down and said, "Yes!"

The two did not dare to delay, and quickly left the hall, and soon disappeared into the distance.

In the lobby, Si Hong flicked his sleeves, and in the blink of an eye, he had put on a pale pink robe, his hair was shawl, and he was tied behind him with a red apricot blossom brocade cloth, which looked dignified, but with a little charm.

Then, she put a long white bone hairpin into her bun. As he spoke, he touched his ears and put on the eyes of an unknown creature. Then he took out a pampa fan, and the mist on the pampas fan covered hundreds of demons, and a scream and roar came from the fan, making the air around him become cold, as if hell was coming.

When everything was ready, his figure flashed and disappeared in place.

Bang!

Naturalism.

The Land of Winter Sacrifice.

A gorgeous blood-colored sedan chair flew rapidly in the void.

There is a bead curtain hanging on the blood sedan chair, and the yin air is swirling around, and a series of figures loom in the sedan chair, letting out a terrible scream, it does not hide its breath when it flies, and it crosses the mountain peaks in a blink of an eye.

And in this mountain and river, those natural sect altars, those families, and those subordinates all sensed this for the first time.

However, after sensing the powerful coercion emanating from the blood-colored carriage, no one dared to stand up to stop it, and countless transmissions, talismans, and messengers flew towards the altar.

Subsequently, the news spread from the Winter Palace to the main hall.

Inside a large hall of the Innate Sect.

A huge white altar floated in the void, and the black flames danced slowly, releasing an extremely terrifying aura.

And next to the altar, there are magnificent buildings, like clouds.

In a courtyard, surrounded by flowers and grass, on the turquoise pond, there is a painting boat, on which is hung a delicate satin, hanging a series of figures, looming.

Ji Lu, the head of the "Congenital Sect", sat on the bed, holding two handsome monks in his left hand, and the one on the right was wearing a black gauze robe, with picturesque eyebrows, skin like snow, and slender waist, like a blooming peony, charming and moving. The monk on the left, handsome and bright-eyed, wearing a turquoise robe, broad shoulders, slender waist, and a straight posture, like a green pine on a mountain cliff, is a male cultivator.

Just as he was about to start cultivating, a column of water suddenly rose from the pool.

In the blink of an eye, the water column turned into a beautiful guard, she wore a flower crown, wearing a thin gauze robe, there was no trace of wetness on her body, like a fairy in the lake, she stood on the surface of the lake, bowed respectfully, and her voice was clear, "My lord, there is a strong man who has invaded my Holy Sect territory and is approaching the altar of winter. ”

The head of the sect smelled a faint fragrance, and heard the coquettish laughter of the two women next to him, he raised his eyebrows, and said casually: "Are you from the false path, or from our holy path?" ”

The beautiful guard replied in a low voice, "Dong Tan, according to the momentum emanating from his body, seems to be one of our saints. ”

The Holy of Harmony?

The head immediately shouted in a deep voice: "Next time, don't come to me for trouble because of these trivial things!" ”