The bright moon shuttled through the thick clouds, and a few wisps of dark haze were vaguely seen wrapping around, making the flawless bright moon dyed with a little dark and demonic, and the vast earth below became more and more dim. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The night is quiet, the deep abyss is extremely dark, faint, and there is a kind of strangeness that captivates people's souls, even if the waterfall of the Qushui Tianchi still makes a subtle sound, it can not dispel the dark fear under the abyss.

Qushui Tianchi to the inside, is the main hall of Qushui Palace, Qushui Palace.

There were bright and gentle candles in the hall, which was extremely eye-catching in this dark and cool earth, and the voices of a man and a woman in the hall came out faintly, adding a bit of vitality to this cold world.

At this moment, a blue light pierced the sky, flew over the abyss in front of the Qushui Palace, and finally landed in the empty courtyard in front of the Qushui Palace, and he saw the two figures in the hall talking vaguely, so he stopped.

In the Qushui Palace, He Qing'er had already taken out Zihua Dan and let Leng You take it, and then she held the porcelain bottle in one hand, and sorted out Leng You's slightly messy hair that was blown by the cool breeze with the other, and spit out Xianglan, "Senior brother, are you feeling better now?"

"Well, the pain has been reduced a lot. Leng You nodded, eased and continued: "Senior sister, put away the pill and go back to rest early." ”

He Qing'er's eyes were flooded, and she suddenly pulled Leng You's arm, and said faintly: "Senior brother was injured tonight, won't he go back to Liantai to cultivate......"

Leng You's face was stunned, and then he looked at his senior sister and said with a wry smile: "Okay, I won't go tonight." ”

"Senior brother, I'll send you back to your room. He Qing'eryu's face was happy, so she naturally put on Leng You, took two steps, she looked at Leng You, and suddenly said: "Senior brother, a few days ago, Zhao Buzhu still laughed at you, saying that if you continue to practice like this day and night, sooner or later your practice will go wrong......

Leng You's heart was suffocated, and he immediately understood what Zhao Buzhu was referring to, on this Qushui Palace, except for the master, only Zhao Buzhu and the fat man knew about it by chance.

"If you don't cultivate the resentment qi phagogue, you won't have an attack?" Leng You's heart was slightly cold, and then he shook his head and laughed secretly. What should come will always come, but only a little later, and the luck that exists is only a fluke after all.

Seeing that the senior sister betrayed Zhao Buzhu without hesitation, she said coldly and softly: "So he was ousted from power in embarrassment at the division competition." ”。

"Hehe......"

In the darkness outside the Qushui Palace, seeing the two of them slowly walking out intimately, He Yi'an glanced at the strange sword fetus in his hand and the two beads, one white and one blue, and his body moved, without disturbing the two of them, and walked towards the side hall......

......

Away from the west of the hated sky, beyond the continuous barren mountains and mountains, the outline of a small town faintly appeared, and the city wall bent and stretched, wrapping the entire town.

The scale of the town is not large, but it is not small, but in the dead of night, the lights of thousands of homes are extinguished, it seems peaceful, peaceful, and at this time, away from the direction of hating the sky, a cold light flickered and disappeared in the middle of the night, quickly crossed the dim sky, and fell into this town.

It is the love cliff lord who infiltrated the Spirit Hall of the Hatred Tianhou Mountain.

She landed in the exquisite courtyard of an inn, and the divine soldiers were in the sheath, although there was no light and sword light, but she was dressed in white, and under this night, she looked very eye-catching.

Her face was indifferent and ruthless, and she did not have any power to fight with the real person of Yuding, the head of the hated sky, and calmly crossed a small stone bridge and a stone table in the courtyard, and walked straight towards a room.

As soon as his right hand touched the door of the room, as if he had been shocked by something, his left hand holding the sword suddenly raised, and the divine soldier automatically unsheathed, bringing up a string of cold light, turning a sharp turn in the air, and flying towards the rockery not far behind the stone bridge!

"Ding!"

There was a soft sound, and I don't know what it collided with, making a crisp sound, and then it flew back upside down and fell into the right hand of Qingzun.

Her expression was solemn, and the aura in her body was like the moonlight, constantly pouring into the Extreme Dao Divine Soldier Forgetful Immortal Sword, and the light was great.

"Stop!"

At the rockery, there was an old and muffled voice, majestic and heavy, but could not hide a trace of disorder and old intentions, followed by two figures, looking at the body shape, it was a man and a woman.

The Lord of Love Cliff listened to this shout without any hostility, but he did not relax, still staring indifferently at the two people who came over, put the Forgetful Immortal Sword in front of him, and slowly walked to the edge of the empty stone table step by step.

Under the light of the fairy sword, a slender and graceful purple girl in a long gauze skirt, and a middle-aged man in a dark robe, gradually showed their true faces on the stone bridge.

"Hey, Lord of One, it's really a noble person who forgets things, even the deity can't recognize it!"

The middle-aged man in the robe had broad shoulders and a thick body, and his waist and back were straight, but his long hair was neatly combed, gray and white, and his forehead was also covered with deep old wrinkles, and his whole face looked tired and haggard, and there was a pale and dead air that could not be dissolved.

The cultivator pays more attention to recuperation, and he obviously consumes too much energy, although the words are full of mockery, but it is more of a bleakness of dying years.

The girl in the purple gauze dress on the side is only sixteen or seventeen years old.

In the clear light and haze, the steps that swayed gently and slowly came were stunning and terrifying peerless immortals.

Heaven and earth are discolored!

There is a kind of beauty, called natural beauty, and there is a kind of beauty, called shocking mortals.

is also a woman, the long-experienced love cliff master, also lost her mind for a moment, but after all, she is a love respect, and she swept it quietly and looked at the middle-aged man in the robe.

After thinking about it, his expression was suddenly moved, and he said with a slight surprise:

"Demon Venerable!"

"Haha, it's the deity...... Unexpectedly, I haven't seen each other for more than ten years, and I almost can't recognize it!"

This person who is strong on the outside and weak on the inside laughs and approaches is actually the hall master of the Shura Hall, one of the three major demon path sects, and also one of the three great demon path venerables that frightened countless people - Demon Venerable!

When he raised his hands and feet, he showed an aura of contempt, which made people feel awe, but in that domineering and magnetic voice, there was always an endless desolation.

I never thought that this person who was once high-spirited, ambitious, and raised his hand to turn the clouds and rain has fallen into such a field.

Qingzun was surprised, and his expression relaxed.

In the courtyard of the dark night, the Forgetful Fairy Sword left his hand and floated to the sky above the stone table, sprinkling a cold light, illuminating the range of these few feet.

For the Demon Venerable who appeared in his form, Qing Zun did not show any respect, feeling that his qi and blood had almost been exhausted, and his cultivation had fallen a lot compared to the past, and he was a little more ridiculous.

"Hmph, it's good for you to become this kind of person who is not a ghost or a ghost, who would have expected it...... In my opinion, I'm afraid you won't be able to breathe for a few days!"

As the two approached, they stopped.

"That's right, this bone really won't last long. ”

Mozun sat down, leaned sideways, put one hand on the table, and replied lightly, without any anger, undeniable, maybe people's lives, to him is no longer important, and the so-called life and death must have long been indifferent.

Under the cold light, the girl in the purple gauze skirt, with a light sweep of the moth eyebrows and autumn water cut pupils, a small nose erect, a small mouth delicate, a beautiful face like jade, flawless, and gradually appeared in this mortal world at this moment.

The long and moving jade posture, the thin waist is unbearable, so beautiful and flawless, so beautiful that it does not eat the fireworks of the world.

She tilted her head slightly, her hands were lightly clasped in front of her, slightly curious, but she showed a little strange look, and looked at the cliff lord without fear, her beautiful eyes looked forward to it, she was not smiling, and her eyes were a little smart, a little playful, which made people feel like a spring breeze and were more loving.

Qingzun's gaze was still involuntarily attracted by the girl in the gauze skirt, and her indifferent and cold face gradually melted and softened a little.

She didn't seem to be interested in whether the broken Demon Venerable was dead or alive, and instead looked the girl up and down.

The girl is dressed all over her body, although it is a light tulle skirt, but it covers all the delicate jade body, and the hem is covered by layers of purple gauze skirts, and there is a thin layer of snow veil, which hides all the scenery of the jade legs, and does not allow half of the world to be desecrated.