/./ As if in a dream.Xuan Yantian shook her head gently.Her eyebrows furrowed.Remembering the insulted fragments in her mind.Although her body is still a virgin.But who is she?Her identity is noble and pampered.No one has touched her hand in the fairy road.But this time it's not only the hand.Even the delicate body has been touched all over again.

She was in a coma for a few days, her eyes were looking in all directions, it was a hollow in the mountain, about dozens of feet high, it was pitch black in the depths, the strange rocks were craggy and strange, and the wind roared in the depths.

She shuddered, like a normal woman, curled up, and sat there without any support.

Her eyes suddenly looked at Wang Yuan, who was lying on the side with hatred, and said coldly, "It's all because of you that I came to this ghost place."

The jade hand was lightly raised, and she wiped the red marks on her jade-like neck, and immediately sobbed softly.

The person in front of him has more air in and less breath, and he can't live long anymore.A wave of hatred breeds.Xuan Yantian bit his red lip and tilted his head over.

In the consciousness, it came out of the teleportation array, but I don't know what happened in the teleportation array, and Wang Yuanyuan, who was weak, may have been hit hard, and without Wang Yuan's continuous seal, Xuan Yantian's cultivation easily broke through the seal.

For several days, Wang Yuan didn't wake up, and his vitality fluctuated weaker and weaker. Xuan Yan naively wanted to go up to understand Wang Yuan, but somehow, when her jade hand was also pinched on Wang Yuan's neck, she paused there for a while.

"Xuan Yantian, Xuan Yantian, what's wrong with you, this person is of unknown origin, and he violated you again, why don't you kill him immediately." With Xuan Yantian's scheming, Wang Yuan's identity aroused her speculation.

The disciples of the other sects thought that Wang Yuan belonged to the Yuqing faction, but only she and Xing Han knew that Wang Yuan had exchanged the eighth key for this place, and he was not a disciple of the Yuqing faction.

But even Xuan Yantian didn't know which sect Wang Yuan belonged to, the Immortal Dao was vast, there were many sects, maybe Wang Yuan was a disciple of a third-class sect, or a disciple of a second-class sect. In short, it couldn't be a disciple of the two sects of Immortal Dao.

Wang Yuan instinctively sensed the crisis, but he still couldn't wake up.This situation can only appear if the doppelganger and the deity are seriously injured at the same time.This is the stage when Wang Yuan's protection is the weakest.

"Boom."

Outside the cave, a violent wind suddenly blew, lightning and thunder, a miserable white light flickered, and the cave was bright and dark, reflecting Xuan Yantian's peerless face.

Xuan Yantian was like a frightened deer, unconsciously took a few steps back to the depths of the cave, sat on a piece of bluestone, and looked at the outside of the cave with light eyes.

Thunderstorms followed, the storm came very fast, it was still dripping, and in an instant it was like the Milky Way pouring for nine days, and the raindrops the size of beans fell outside the cave, and bounced up and down again.

A series of raindrops form a line connecting heaven and earth.Countless lines form the most beautiful fragment.Xuan Yantian opens her mouth.This rain, this day, this earth.All are different from the outside world.

If I had to describe it, everything here seemed so vibrant, and everything she had seen before was lifeless, and she had lost the most important spirituality.

"It's beautiful." Xuan Yantian couldn't help but admire, forgetting her situation for a while, and taking the aura, which she thought was not pure, should not be exposed to this scene.

The rain fell obliquely into the edge of the cave, and Wang Yuan was very close to the edge, the corners of his clothes were soaked by the rain, his face became more and more pale, and his brows were slowly wrinkled.

Xuan Yantian slowly stood up and walked towards Wang Yuan, frowning and frowning, there were ten thousand styles, her eyes were shining like black jewels, and she could see the raindrops falling outside from her eyes.

As the rain spreads in, half of the man's body is soaked in the rain, and his body is a miserable white color.

"Ugh." Xuan Yantian sighed softly, she shook her head, and was about to drag Wang Yuan into the cave.

Suddenly, the sleeping Wang Yuanmeng opened his eyes, opened Xuan Yantian's hand with one hand, and said coldly: "You are not suitable to be an immortal cultivator, because you are too benevolent."

Xuan Yantian was startled by Wang Yuan, who suddenly woke up. The jade hand was taken away by Wang Yuan, and he looked at Wang Yuan in a daze.

"You're not dead." Xuan Yantian was surprised, with her cultivation, she had already found that Wang Yuan did not have any life breath in his body at this time, but how did he wake up.

Wang Yuan didn't look at Xuan Yantian's expression, but turned his head to look at the thunderstorm outside the cave.

Memories of you, like hair, slip through your fingertips, can't be grasped, can't be held firmly, but are clearly there.

Wang Yuan stood lightly on the edge of the cave, letting the rain lap on his clothes, a drop of rain was caught in the palm of his hand, a penetrating coldness penetrated into his heart, he gasped, his heart beat wildly, his voice was hoarse, and he uttered a few syllables: "Xiao, Xiaoxuan."

"Bang."

His body fell into the rain, he fell into the mire, but his eyes were wide, and he clenched the dying raindrops in his hands.

Xuan Yan was speechless for a long time, Wang Yuan's eyes full of anticipation and unwilling voice stabbed her, blinked slightly, and a few tears actually dripped down.

Xuan Yantian waved her hand and wiped her tears, and said softly inexplicably, "It's raining too much."

..........

Wang Yuan sat up smartly, looked around, took a few sharp breaths, and wondered, "Where is this?"

In the cave, there was only Wang Yuan, and Xuan Yantian was nowhere to be found.

"This is where the teleportation array leads." Wang Yuan stood up and looked at the cave. There is actually a teleportation array leading to this place, and this is obviously not the evolution of the formation."

The surrounding mountain birds chirp, the breeze blows, and the spring water tinkles, everything is like a fairyland on earth.

Suddenly, after a long time, Wang Yuan walked out of the cave and grotto, the sunlight outside was not so dazzling, but shone warmly on his body, which made Wang Yuan stretch his waist.

Outside, the air is fresh, the humidity is incomparable, the near: the grass and the flowers are not grateful, the green pines and cypresses are evergreen, and the distance: the Danya Strange Rocks, the cliff peaks.

From time to time, there is a roar of "wow" in the mountains, and there is also the roar of the rapids waterfall.

Wang Yuan's divine consciousness swept out, but somehow, his divine consciousness could only extend for a few meters, and just as Wang Yuan showed a contemplative expression, he suddenly found a few pieces of purple clothes on top of a strange rock.

His heart sank, Wang Yuan flew up quickly, and landed on this strange rock in a few steps.

"Xuan Yantian." Wang Yuan muttered a few words, and then bounced up violently, and his body soared into the sky.

As if wrapped in everything, Wang Yuan landed on a branch and looked into the distance in amazement.

As far as the eye can see, the waterfall appears in his eyes, bursts of white mist filled, only the sound of "boom", the mountains and forests in the distance are denser, and what surprised Wang Yuan even more was that most of these trees were peach trees with peaches, and there were huge fruits on them.

There is also a stone bridge in the middle of the waterfall, which is covered with long vines, and several long vines are floating back and forth, and there seems to be a small black shadow at the end.

Wang Yuan wiped his eyes, and was shocked to gather the aura into his eyes, and his vision increased again, and he could see more clearly.

"Shhh Wang Yuan retreated, and he exclaimed, "It's a group of monkeys, no, not a group, but a whole mountain."

Wang Yuan stepped back to the bottom of the strange stone, his eyes turning around, showing that his mind was fluctuating.

Leaning against a strange rock, looking at it again, the waterfall hangs over a steep mountain, and after moving towards the peak, a field of greenery is full of flowers, trees and flowers are viing with each other, and life is blooming.

"Xanadu."

Wang Yuanxin gave birth to these words, and he smiled and said: "These four words are really right here.

"Xuan Yantian is nowhere to be found, could it be that he was captured by this group of monkeys?" Wang Yuan smiled bitterly, and the remnants of the clothes in his hand were still warm, which made Wang Yuan fall into a contradiction.

"It's a pity that such a good 'meat ticket' was lost.I should go and get her back." Wang Yuan scratched his head and stood up with a smile to look at the waterfall.

Suddenly, a tree branch next to him made a crisp "creaking" sound.Wang Yuan's ears moved.His whole body immediately tensed.The trick in his hand.Balls of ice and fire surrounded his body.

"Squeak."

A strange cry sounded on the branch that was about to break.Wang Yuan's eyes widened.There was a little yellow-haired monkey hanging from the branch.

But now the little monkey was terrified, for it was hanging all over the branch, and only one arm was clinging to it, but beneath him was an unfathomable cliff, and it was only a matter of time before the branch broke.

The little monkey looked at Wang Yuan anxiously. Squeaked, two monkey legs kicked around, speeding up the time it took for the branch to break, and the long tail curled up, but it couldn't reach the branch farther away.

Looking at the little monkey's smart eyes, Wang Yuan rushed up decisively, and it was at this moment that the branch finally couldn't bear the pressure and broke off.

"Squeak squeak.."

The little monkey curled up and fell down the cliff, but a loud laugh came." Haha, you hairy monkey."

Holding its long tail with one hand, Wang Yuan picked it up and flew up from the cliff and landed on the ground, and the little yellow monkey in his arms was already frightened.

After a while, it stood up, touched its head, touched its red ass, and finally pointed to the cliff, "squeaked" at Wang Yuan, and gestured with both hands.

He pointed to the cliff, and then to his chest, and his body suddenly tensed, and he fell to the ground, and then he stood up again, and bowed to Wang Yuan.

Wang Yuan couldn't even describe it as stunned, and muttered, "This—this is too spiritual."

The little yellow monkey squatted on the ground, jumped out of the way, landed on the strange rock, and beckoned to Wang Yuan. Squeak" means to let Wang Yuan follow.

Wang Yuan's eyes were not discolored, and he followed.

Passing through countless peach trees and ancient trees that seem to have grown for at least a thousand years, and through some steep mountain cliffs, Wang Yuan followed the little yellow monkey, not knowing where it was going to take him.

After walking for a long time, the little yellow monkey stopped at Wang Yuan's feet, tugged at Wang Yuan's trouser leg, and roared.

There is a steep mountain wall in front of which falls vertically, and there are three large golden characters engraved on the flat jade wall.

Only then did I see what the three words were.

"Flowers, Fruits, Mountains."

.. End of this volume

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