The sky is slightly warm, auspicious clouds are swirling, and the sky is full of light and light mist.

On the listening platform, Luo Yaozhan was dressed in a pure white suit and sat on the right seat. The green silk coiled high, the jade lotus-like glazed Buyao tassel hung down, and a little sky blue gem hung down on her forehead, matching her aqua blue eyes.

Wu Moyu, the immortal envoy of Baiyun Palace, was dressed in red, holding a spirit staff, standing on the left side of Luo Yaozhan.

Hundreds of girls from the Purple Mansion stood under the stage in anticipation of admiration, looking at the immortal monarch on the right seat.

Luo Yaozhan was slightly straightened, got up and said:

"Ladies and gentlemen, today is the once-in-a-century Immortal Conference in my Purple Mansion Spirit Capital. This time, three of you will eventually become spirit girls and nurture the lotus of the spirit sky. Wanger and others went all out to stand out. ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw Wu Moyu taking a step forward with the Nine Spirit Staff in his hand, his eyes narrowed, his mouth was full of words, his whole body was magnificent, and the red-robed Huo Huo flew up, as if he was like a sunrise, charming like a blood flower, and holy like a god. In the light, the Nine Spirit Staff came out of his hand and flew straight into the air.

I saw Luo Yaozhan staring at her eyes, her toes tapped, and she had already flown up. She clenched the spirit staff in both hands, and instantly emitted a thousand rays of light. Under the brilliance, Luo Yaozhan's eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of her lips were slightly hooked, the ink hair and the white shirt flew together, like ink dripping on the white snow, the divine light reflected on her face, everyone was silent at this moment, and the reverence from the body to the soul made life not half blasphemous. In mid-air, with Luo Yaozhan as the center, it converged into a huge immortal array, forming an entrance.

Luo Yaozhan fell gently, like an independent green lotus in the Nine Heavens, with a pair of ancient eyes without waves, as if to attract people deeply. Everywhere she looked, the flowers were colorless, and the momentum was close to the sky, pointing to the country, and the world was discolored.

"After you enter this fairy fantasy realm, there are many difficulties inside, be careful, don't fight each other for your own selfish interests. The first three to come out can become spirit maidens. ”

"Obey the teachings of the Immortal Monarch. ”

One by one, the women entered the illusion. When the brilliance faded, Luo Yaozhan took a long breath.

"This kind of thing is too troublesome, it's better to drink tea in Lingshuang Building. ”

"Xiao Luo'er, you really brighten your blind brother's eyes today. It's so handsome!" Wu Moyu laughed.

"Don't be poor, hurry back to Baiyun Palace and look at the fairy fantasy realm. ”

"Hehe, I'll leave my brother."

After Wu Moyu walked away, Luo Yaozhan frowned slightly, summoned the "pouring ink" guqin, and turned it into a long sword. I saw the sound of the ink pouring dragon endlessly, and the sword body trembled, almost wanting to get out of his hand.

"It's Lingxiao Mountain!"

Luo Yaozhan was slightly startled, holding the ink-pouring sword, and rushed towards Lingxiao Mountain.

"Who is bold enough to trespass on Lingxiao Mountain!"

At the foot of the mountain, a man in white was forming a seal with his hands, trying to break the barrier of Lingxiao Mountain. Suddenly hearing this, the sword eyebrows were raised, and the backhand seal attacked Luo Yaozhan.

Luo Yaozhan swung his sword and took the next move, feeling that this man's strength was amazing, and secretly thinking about his identity

This person was also shocked, his seven successes allowed this woman to easily block it.

For a while, both of them stopped making moves and looked at each other silently.

I saw this man's white shirt fluttering, as if shrouded in a faint moonlight. The green silk hangs down, like a satin like water fluttering gently in the wind. Those eyes, how cold, what kind of silence, in the blink of an eye, seemed to float snowflakes in the sky, condensing the white frost of the broken bridge. In his eyes, the arrogance unconsciously revealed is like a god who looks down on the world and is proud of the immortals. The wind bones worshiped by the world, with starlight in every move, swallowed sword qi. He was high up, stepping on the breeze, looking at Luo Yaozhan so lightly, the petals of the aura of the shock touched his sleeve, and then floated away, lest he be shocked by the sacredness of this heaven and earth.

"What is your identity, why did you break into my Purple Mansion Holy Land. Luo Yaozhan is outwardly imposing, not angry and self-assured.

"This seat, the palace master of Qingyin Palace-Mo Siqing. Mo Siqing was calm, just standing casually, and his momentum was naturally revealed, as if as long as he was there, he would be the master of heaven and earth.

"Qingyin Palace Master, it's not good to stay with you, what are you doing in the Purple Mansion. ”

"Come and find something. ”

"How can the things of the deity be coveted by you, a foreigner? ”

Luo Yaozhan's voice raised in vain, and the murderous aura was exposed.

Mo Siqing felt this murderous aura of substance, and the aura around her body was unleashed, and the corners of her lips only rose slightly, without the slightest emotion:

"Yes. ”

After speaking, Mo Siqing summoned the Moon Death Sword, the surrounding temperature dropped in vain, and a thin layer of white frost formed on the petals, a cold air, swaying all things, condensing the moonlight, standing proudly on the top of the sky. He was so fast, he saw the white shadow flickering, but it was difficult to touch the corner of his clothes, the sword qi was killed, the cold turned into frost, the shock made a hundred flowers wither, the fallen leaves flew sideways, and as soon as he made a move, it was a full blow.

Luo Yaozhan's face was as pale as usual, and her aqua blue eyes were cold as usual, as if nothing could surprise her. She held the pouring ink in her hand, and quickly swept back a few feet away, the sword hung in front of her chest, her hands were sealed, and the purple qi was rippling, and she slammed forward, facing Mo Siqing's killing move.

Mo Siqing's swordsmanship is fast, profitable, and ruthless, and every move is accompanied by overwhelming power, which seems to be born by stepping on the void and destroying the world; Both are masters in the world, and it is difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat for a while.

"I haven't met an opponent in hundreds of years, and I never thought that this woman would have such a cultivation. ”

Mo Siqing was fighting happily, and there was an endless stream of people coming. He put away the moon and flew away:

"Girl, next time I come to this seat, I will take your Lingxiao Lotus!"