Yuan Yang Realm, Qinggui Palace.

The bronze rusty heavy lock locked the door, and the smoke moon came in through the small window, and the light of the golden lotus treasure lamp hanging down three or five feet in all directions was dizzy, and the dense flower clusters were dense.

The rustling wind lingers, soaked in autumn colors, and the light is clear, overlapping.

The sandalwood in the Hezui copper furnace on the case was half burned, and the smoke became heavier.

Moonlight, light shadow, wind, smoke, staggered together, shining on the most important two or three zhang of the clock, the bell is golden, halo with brilliance, strange patterns and knots, as for the hands are a little bit ticking and running, the color is black and white, giving people a very mysterious, very cold silence.

Bai Moyan was lying on the pendulum with his head in the sky, wearing a white hairband on his head, wearing black stockings on his straight and slender legs below, to the root of his thighs, and then to the door, empty, and the scenery was just right.

This tall woman frowned, gasping rapidly, as if she was exercising vigorously, sweat appeared on her delicate jade body, and her long eyelashes kept shaking and blinking.

Different from other unlucky ones, Bai Moyan has a deep background and a strange treasure, even though his real body is gone, but he has already had a doppelganger, and after the divine will escaped, he has invested in the incarnation, running the supreme supernatural power, reversing the main and secondary, and then shaping the world.

As long as it is successful, even if it is impossible to return to its heyday immediately, it can at least reach the top of the original god.

It's just that although the plan is good, Bai Moyan didn't expect that she had already been targeted, and now when she was weak, she took advantage of the weakness to enter, asking the dove to occupy the magpie's nest and hide from the sky.

In the sea of Lingtai, the oblique moon shines on the palace, and the white jade railing is slightly cold.

The sparse lotus flowers are in full bloom, and for some reason, they are more poignant.

Bai Moyan hugged in front of him, frost-colored eyebrows, jade feet treading water, eyes looking at the opposite side, there was a kind of gnashing of teeth, there, there was also a tall and slender woman, her face was exactly the same as her, black hair shawl, black silk leggings, pleated mini skirt, like a smile but not a smile.

Just look closely, you will find that the woman opposite has a pair of demonic blood-red eyes, looking smiling and groaning, but in the deepest part, cold and ruthless, revealing a cruel taste.

"Who the hell are you?"

Bai Moyan's eyes widened, his delicate body trembled, he was cold to his bones, and even his heart was cold, and he wanted to freeze it.

"Hee-hee,"

The other Bai Moyan looked a little lively, her laughter was crisp, her thin eyebrows were bent, her hands were on her chest, her color was fragrant, and she smiled: "I am you, Bai Moyan." ”

"There will be yin and yang in consciousness, in the past, naturally you were dominant, but now, when you are seriously injured, there will be me. ”

"Don't be afraid,"

Another Bai Moyan stepped on the high-heeled little boots, and the sound of snapping was particularly distant in the silent palace, she said while opening her arms to hug Bai Moyan, and said, "Come on, we are already one, and now we are reunited together." ”

"You're a liar,"

Bai Moyan not only has the cultivation of the true immortal level, but also has the same family history, and has an understanding of the divine soul, so he does not believe in the other party's rhetoric.

"What the hell are you?"

Bai Moyan looked at his other self, walking step by step, his posture was fluttering, but it was like an open black wing, wrapping himself, and there was a tremor in his voice.

"I am you. ”

Another Bai Moyan's voice became softer and softer, like the evening breeze at night, unconsciously, she came to Bai Moyan, the two of them were next to each other, the same black hair like a waterfall, the same black silk thin legs, the same slender waist and hips, just one eye like ink, one red eye is better than blood.

"We're in this together. ”

Bai Moyan, whose eyes were like blood, took another step, and his red lips opened lightly and kissed Bai Moyan.

"Hmm,"

Bai Moyan's body stiffened, she couldn't dodge, she could only open her eyes wide, not to be outdone, but the next moment, she sensed an unprecedented suction force coming from the warm and moist red lips on the opposite side, which made her can't help but fly out of the sky, wanting to shout, but she couldn't make a sound.

The white Mo Yan transformed by the Heavenly Demon raised his thin eyebrows, hugged the real Bai Mo Yan tightly, red lips to red lips, sucking hard, his white jade-like cheeks became flushed.

Under the ancient lamp, in front of the railing, the wicker is green.

In the dead of night, the smoke is heavy.

The two look the same, both are beautiful, tall and sexy women hug each other and kiss passionately, and the legs are as long as cranes, and the picture looks beautiful, but at this time, it is only gloomy.

It's not the lily soul that burns, but it devours it brutally.

Gradually, the real Bai Moyan stopped struggling, her beautiful body turned from solid to void, and finally, it became transparent, like foam, and finally lingered to look at her spiritual platform, and a non-existent teardrop fell and fell to the ground.

jingling

The sound was brittle and loud, like a twilight bell, spreading far away, and the real white smoke disappeared completely.

Then, the only remaining Bai Moyan in the Lingtai Zhihai burped, his thin eyebrows were bent like the moon, his legs were together, and an oil-paper umbrella appeared behind him, with a black umbrella handle, a red umbrella body, and a rugged skeleton.

Bai Moyan is holding an umbrella, strange and dangerous.

Snap,

In the treasure hall, the flame of the golden lotus palace lamp suddenly skyrocketed, seven or eight feet high, burning, revealing gloomy, lying motionless on the golden clock Bai Moyan opened his eyes, and his eyes turned red.

She sat up, under the light, there was a kind of laziness, looking at her body, only thin legs with black silk stockings, nothing else, couldn't help but smile, nodded, and said, "It's really a mature and beautiful body." ”

After finishing speaking, Bai Moyan skillfully opened the treasure bag on the case with a gesture of his hand, took out a skirt from it, draped it on his body, and then stood up.

The brilliance is shining, and you can see that Bai Moyan is wearing a white hairband, the bangs on the forehead are very long, fast to a delicate little nose, the blood pupils are bright, the off-the-shoulder skirt is small, the hem is pleated and fine, and further down, lace black stockings.

She also put on black gloves and held a small scarlet umbrella, and her temperament changed slightly, becoming more beautiful, more bewitching, more deadly, and more dangerous.

Someone wrote. ”

Xin Bai Moyan looked at it for a while, and was thinking about how to act in the Yuanyi Yang Realm next, when she saw a golden sword in the crane pot outside the palace, she opened it and saw that it was King Zuotian.

"King Saten,"

Bai Moyan held a scarlet oil-paper umbrella, his red lips pursed, he thought about it, chuckled, his jade body dripped, fluttered lightly, escaped from the small window, and then went into the distance like light smoke.

After a long time, Bai Moyan came to a floating hall, hooked his jade feet, stepped on the railing and went up, came to the door of the hall, and was just about to enter inside, Dai Mei suddenly wrinkled, revealing a look of disgust, and then disappeared, or pushed the door in.