This thing has developed to the point where it is today in less than ten years, and if he is allowed to continue it again, I am afraid that the small thousand realms will suffer.

A little longer, the more troublesome it is.

It's not that she can't beat this thing, it's easy for her to clean up this thing, but the trouble is that the evil created by this thing has to be counted on her.

Who made her the emperor of Rong Guo now, and the extermination of these three families was also closely related to her.

Now that her consciousness has been awakened by Feng Yan, it is right to save Feng Yan's life, and she can also check and fill in the gaps and sweep the tail for herself in advance.

It can be said that to a certain extent, the appearance of Fengyan coincided with the meeting, which coincided.

Rong Xian's gaze fell on the filthy body, with an undisguised disgust and disgust: "I don't bother to ask your name, come with me." ”

With a flick of her fingertips, the token suspended in mid-air flickered slightly, turning into a strong and huge beast that covered the sky and the sun.

The beast's sharp gaze fell on the filth, and it opened its mouth and swallowed it in one gulp.

After swallowing this mass of things, the fox turned his head to look at Rong Xian again, his gaze much gentler.

It flicked its tail and returned into a token.

After the fox disappeared, the brightness regained in front of everyone's eyes.

Over the years, Feng Yan is no longer the little hunter on the hill that he used to be.

He stepped on the path of cultivation by mistake, he knew what the nemesis of the demon cultivation was, and he also knew where the holy place in the heart of the immortal cultivator was.

Now that he saw this fierce demon prison, the whole person was stunned.

So, did he inadvertently hug one of the thickest thighs?

It can only be said that with this ability to grasp the key points, he is worthy of becoming Rong Xian's apprentice.

Above the void, Rong Xian's figure slowly dissipated into mist.

Just after the mist completely dissipated, her figure reunited in front of Yun Youfeng and the others.

Her figure was not as solid as it had been at first, and now it looked as ethereal as a ghost.

Rong Xian ignored her current state, her palm swiped on the gold medal, and the word 'Ling' distorted, emerged from the token, and was suspended in mid-air.

Rong Xian flicked her sleeves, and the word 'Ling' rushed towards Feng Yan, and before Feng Yan could react, it was already deeply embedded in his soul.

Feng Yan sensed it carefully, and he didn't have any special feelings, he couldn't help but look at Rong Xian curiously.

Rong Xian bent her eyes and smiled: "This is the ban of the Demon Prison, I will give you the ban as a talisman, with its existence, the Demon Cultivator will not easily hurt you, and the Immortal Cultivator will also give face." ”

Feng Yan looked grateful and said, "Thank you, Master." ”

The title of Master is no longer enough to show the strength and dignity of the person in front of him.

The person who can command the Demon Hell is so simple, all the demon cultivators must call him: Lord.

Identity is already naturally above everyone.

Feng Yan is still a little trembling in his heart, as if he was in a dream.

People who have been dead for many years appear in front of him and become his masters, protecting his safety.

He faintly realized that the sleeping powerful existence in the Bronze Pavilion must be the right master.

"Xiaoxian, where is Jingjing?" couldn't help but ask after the uninvited guest was eliminated.

Rong Xian didn't perfunctory him this time, and said sincerely: "You are a Buddha cultivator, you should know that the Buddha is in the Elysium, and Rong Jing is in the sea of Elysium." ”

Wuwu's face changed greatly, and he was extremely pale: "Is Jingjing in Elysium?"

If Jingjing is really in Elysium, how can he be rebellious.

Once upon a time, Rong Jing included her little by little into the Buddhist scriptures, and he burned incense and kowtowed every day, lovesick to the bone.

The sound of me and the Buddha is serious, and the rosary fell into the incense ashes with the rosary.

I can still recall that when the peach blossoms had just finished blooming, the sound of the wooden fish accompanied the fragrance of magnolia flowers went straight to his heart, and his beloved girl would never wait for his response.

He opened a closed mouth for her, ruined the glazed golden body, broke the empty color ring, and betrayed the Buddha, but she didn't have a chance to see it.

Later, memories became obsessions, obsessions were in the bones, and it was difficult to erase worries.

Finally there was news of his girl, how could he let go.

The sky is thousands of miles away, and he is still a traitor.

Can the Buddha forgive him?

Will the Buddha accept him?

Is it too late for him to repent now?

The selfless gaze scattered, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Did he repent?

No, he has no regrets, because he still has only his girl in his heart.

Seeing this, Rong Xian raised her hand lightly, and her fingertips touched the center of my eyebrows.

A chill went straight to my heart and lungs, and I woke up.

He looked at Rong Xian in a daze, and finally showed a gentle and familiar smile.

That was the smile that belonged to the once holy monk of Hanxi Temple when he saw Rong Jing.

Left Protector, completely gone.

It's not that the obsession is gone, but that he has become one with the obsession, and he has made up his mind to find his girl.

"Selfless. Rong Xian called with a sigh.

Selfless bends the corners of his mouth, his eyes are transparent and pure, and he is very similar to Rong Xian.

He said in a firm tone, "I will get her back and bring her to you in its entirety." Xiaoxian, can you trust me?"

Rong Xian's expression was a little reluctant, and her tone was categorical: "I believe it." "Your wickedness.

Rong Jing, no, the female Bodhisattva was corrupted by the Buddhist scriptures at a glance, and it would be strange if she could come back.

What's more, she has severed her kinship with the female bodhisattva.

Even if I really brought people to her, they were just strangers.

Rong Xian sighed in her heart, but she still couldn't help but say: "That person is not Rong Jing, she is the Bodhisattva of Elysium." ”

To be able to become a bodhisattva, even if she has affection in her heart, she has already seen through it, understood it, and regarded everything that had been in the past as a thing of the past.

Her soul has been transformed and engraved with the mark of the Buddha, and even if she is reincarnated, she will not be able to come back.

Wuself was not hit at all, he touched his heart, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was dyed with a bit of fireworks, as if the clouds above the nine heavens had landed on the mortal dust and were contaminated with the smoke and dust of the world.

He said firmly, "She'll come back, she'll come back." ”

With no self gone, he went looking for another way to get close to his girl.

Although he was sure in front of Rong Xian, he himself knew that the chances of his girl coming back were too small, so small that they were slim.

But he can't give up, even if they can't continue the frontier, as long as they can see her, even if they become her mountain guard, become the fish raised in her pond, and become her sitting lotus platform......

As long as they can be with her, they will be together one day.

After seeing me leave, Rong Xian's gaze fell on the underground palace, and a trace of pity flashed in her eyes.

It's all because of her non-lying nature, and in the end she didn't fool the selfless.

The grave keeper is gone, and it's time for a new grave keeper.

Rong Xian's gaze fell on Feng Yan's body, Feng Yan's back was cold, and he subconsciously took two steps back.

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