When the moon is in the sky, the floating clouds linger in the air, like silk and yarn sometimes covering the moonlight, Lu Sanniang wore a light blue Luo skirt, stopped on the Qingping fairy sword, and slowly flew over the Shuntianfu, but the slightly frowning Emei revealed the solemnity of her heart. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

What kind of monster is it, it can steal dragon energy, what kind of magical power does this monster have, and it can hide so deeply that even its own "magic eye" can't get a glimpse of it......

In the extremely deep corner under the surface of this Shuntianfu, a undulating and winding stone ridge is hidden and shadowed, and in the earth and stone, the hundred-legged insect is colorful, and its body is like a copper cast steel, but it is no different from a dead thing, and it does not move.

"Pudu Cihang" has already restrained the vast demonic aura all over his body, because the plan is very large, so he can only avoid this Qingping Sword Immortal Lu Sanniang, and he is unwilling to take advantage of the prestige for a while, and destroy the plot of more than ten years.

The dragon qi is formless and substantial, but it has spirituality, not only the stable reliance of the human race, but also the barrier that can resist the nine-day thunder tribulation.

"Heaven and earth, sun and moon, illuminate their bodies, temporarily open the gate of heaven, and the nine orifices are clear!"

Lu Sanniang stretched out her green jade fingers, and her own fluorescent green spirit flickered like a firefly, and crossed between her eyebrows, and the bright beautiful eyes actually appeared color, which was like the depth of the blue sky, and the cold cheeks, adding a touch of charming color.

A crystal soft sword light came, and after stopping in front of Lu Sanniang, Bao Wen was holding the "Huaimu Golden Altar" in his hand and the fox was suspicious, but he said respectfully: "Master, disciple ......"

"Silence!" Lu Sanniang interrupted Bao Wenzheng's words without turning around, the delicate cheeks and the moonlight lingered in the brilliance, and the tone was even clearer, and said: "You have turned back to Emei since you went to the Nine Hidden Streams, and you need to stay here for the teacher!"

"Although there are many powerful ghosts in the Nine Hidden Streams, as long as you don't go deep into them, with your path today, it will naturally be fine!"

"Go ahead!"

Lu Sanniang said at a glance, and then drove the sword light to move forward alone, and carefully probed in the night sky of this Shuntianfu, which was bound to find out this demon, so as not to be swallowed by this demon, it would definitely be a great chaos in the world and the lives would be ruined.

Bao Wenzheng looked at Lu Sanniang's figure in astonishment, but he still didn't know what was going on, he didn't have time to take care of himself, but this statement coincided with what he thought in his heart, and he was overjoyed in his doubts, and he drove his sword light towards the Nine Hidden Streams in the far north.

There will be times when the wind and waves will be long, and the clouds will sail into the sea.

The bright moon is almost like day in the sky and above the clouds, the vast clouds are endless, a crystal soft sword light is fleeting, like a meteor through the mountains and clouds, Bao Wen is standing with his hands in the cold moonlight, the breeze can not penetrate the sword light, but when it is far away, the clothes without wind automatically are like a fairy, the bun and the shoulders are fluttering, showing the unparalleled style of abundance and handsomeness.

If you can win the heart of the "ghost concubine" Jiuyou Niangniang, as long as you play a bitter trick and become a fire and water with the old demon of Montenegro, you can instigate the "demon wife and ghost concubine" to invite the battle, and the task of this world will be considered to have been completed, and returning to the Embroidered Jade Valley Shifting Flower Palace is just around the corner.

Fourteen years, fourteen grass warblers fly, spring to autumn, and the palace lord of the moon and the palace lord of the mercy star, more than 5,000 sunrises and moons sink since the passing of Shaohua, but I don't know how much silver hair has been added to the pair of mirror makeup, and the night is like a hook looking at the waning moon, chatting with thin wine to relieve sorrows, but will be drunk with the pavilion and water pavilion......

Bao Wen was staring sideways at the bright moon in the sky, the cold and flawless moonlight was scattered among the sea of clouds, the sword light was agile and fleeting, and in this extreme speed, he recalled the scenes in the past and the Flower Shifting Palace in the Embroidered Jade Valley, and his heart was even more sour......

The dark flowers of eternal night bloomed between heaven and earth, and the anger and resentment under the earth continued to rise out, so that the flowers of eternal night and the day were still gorgeous and colorful, and even the wind swept in and never dissipated, only the resentment and clouds entangled with each other, covering the blue sky.

The whole world was dark, and the sun could not have a glimmer of light with it, and the sound of sobbing in the wind was faintly visible, like the whispering of a deep lady's grievances, the hope of the return of her beloved, the despair of an old man with goosebumps who had no stomach and cursed the injustice of the world when he was dying, the howl of a prisoner who died unjustly on the execution ground, and the howl of the orphans and widows in the family who could not survive, and the cry of an unkempt child and under a stick, the voice was miserable......

"Nine Secluded Streams......

The crystal soft sword light hesitated, and stopped at the place where the flower of eternal night could be seen in the distance, and the handsome weak-crowned young man was dressed in a scholarly robe and swayed in the breeze, his face was a little more solemn, and he said in a low voice.

When Bao Wenzheng came to this nine secluded streams after controlling the sword light and the sky was bright, he knew the danger of this place, the anger and resentment had covered the sky, and countless ghosts were wandering around, seemingly chaotic but faintly sealing all the paths, the face was slender and recognizable, and the eyes were full of red light, and the ghosts were actually wearing armor, holding knives, guns and sticks, as if they were soldiers in the army.

If you don't break in, you can't meet the nine ghost Niangniang face to face, if you trespass into the military array of thousands of ghosts, you will inevitably have to fight, and you will inevitably have to fight with the nine ghosts, and if you want to complete the task of the system "ghost concubine", it will be a lot of branches.

There is no other way to think of it, but to step forward, according to the etiquette of the world, self-report to the family to Emei Xianmen to raise the identity, with the "Huaimu Golden Altar" in Mei Sanniang as a wedge, and see how the attitude of the nine secluded streams is, and then improvise.

Thinking of this, Bao Wenzheng slowly stepped forward with the sword light, and waited intently, and when he was in this place where the yin qi was rising, he saw that the group of fierce ghosts wearing armor almost unanimously looked over, and in an instant, it was like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, and the terrible howl woke up the thousands of lonely souls and wild ghosts in the nine secluded streams, and they all stared at it with that resentful eye.

"How daring!"

"Who is coming, dare to trespass on the underworld!"

Several ghosts and distant dissipation, and abruptly and near the front of the condensation, in the weird but quite the cultivation of the nine ghosts, after the creation of the water of the yellow spring, but not idle, all of them are the soul condensed and ordinary people, wearing fish scale armor lingering in black light, but it is slender and recognizable, and their respective knives and guns in their hands are even more chilling.

The yin wind dissipated suddenly, and the silver fish scale armor of the woman at the head tightly wrapped the graceful figure, and the three-foot green silk was full of long fiery red hair, which was gently flying in the wind, and between the red snowflake emblem and the eyebrows, there seemed to be a flame beating, and on the beautiful cheeks, delicate but not sassy, although it was a powerful ghost, there was no yin qi, but it added some weird charm.

Zuo Shuying stepped forward with a spear as black as ink, and his hatred for this Terran man who trespassed into the Nine Hidden Streams was unquenchable.

"Passing through Shuntianfu, I saw that this female ghost had a bad fate, and I couldn't bear to see her soul scattered, so I came to the Nine Secluded Streams......"

There is poetry and calligraphy in his belly, Bao Wen is standing on the "Qingluan Qi Immortal Sword" at this moment, the clothes are swaying in the wind, and he is more graceful, but he is not humble or arrogant and said indifferently.

"Ridiculous! If it is not my race, its heart will be different!"

Zuo Shuying has gone through life and death, and has already seen through the world for thousands of years, and is the leader among the thousands of powerful ghosts in the Nine Hidden Streams, so he was approved by the Nine Hidden Streams and took over the position of leader, how could he believe what this Terran monk said, so a sneer appeared on his beautiful cheeks, and he said indifferently.

Zuo Shuying is the leader of the Nine Ghost Niang Niang, as soon as this word fell, thousands of powerful ghosts under his command suddenly stood in a forest of swords and halberds, swords and soldiers rose in all directions, surging like a tide to surround and come forward, this is a fierce ghost is hideous, since it is a gust of yin wind, but it is an order to prohibit, waiting for the commander to give orders, they will rush up to eat their flesh, so they laugh again and again.

The sharp sword intent rose up, with the potential of splitting the sky and shattering the earth, the cold air of the forest and the "Qingluan Qi Immortal Sword" appeared at a glance, and the unseen was slightly weaker than the yin wind, and in the crystal soft sword light, the body of Bao Wen stepping on the fairy sword was even more like a fairy, and the extremely clear Qingluan chant echoed in the air......

"Girl, isn't she a human being?"

"Life is yang, and longevity is a ghost!"

Bao Wenzheng was calm about the thousands of ghosts who came recently, but the "female general" who looked at this heroic posture was stunned and asked rhetorically.

As he spoke, he threw up the "Huaimu Golden Altar" in his hand, and in the thick black smoke, Mei Sanniang's figure appeared in front of him......