"Calculate carefully, Senior Ning is already a thousand years old, how can there be a nephew of your age. Jimo said strangely.

From Yongzhou City to the north, it has been four days, getting closer and closer to Xianhuang Mountain, Jimo's heart began to be excited, some things may be revealed, it may be buried for thousands of years of history, or it may be to point out a clear path for the Absolute Holy Fetus.

He has not cultivated his mind, although he has a direction, he has not yet found the right way, and if he wants to cultivate his mind, it is not a matter of time.

"My aunt is only a thousand years old, but she is the eldest daughter of the previous generation of emperors, and besides, my aunt is seven or eight hundred years older than my dead ghost father. Mo Yifei patted his head helplessly, in the eyes of the monk, time is not a problem, and age is not a problem.

Xianhuang Mountain is ethereal among the clouds, full of red leaves, unchanged all year round, even in severe winter, these red leaves do not fall and do not fall, this is an almost extinct ancient tree, the leaves are like being burned by fire, gorgeous, it seems that there is a change of avenue.

The mountains are full of fire-bathing plane trees, one by one, like clouds, and the red is dazzling.

"Xianhuang Mountain is originally a big array, if no one leads the way, even if you enter the void and become strong, you will also get lost here, my aunt has not been able to kill in recent years, but this is trapped in the big array, but there is really no future. ”

A stone step road stretches without end, leading to the depths of the giant mountain, the stone steps are carved out of thin air on the mountain stone, through the vicissitudes of history, I don't know how many years, but the chisel marks on the surface are still visible, or deeper.

"My aunt is very lonely, waiting for that person on this mountain for a thousand years, this mountain used to be full of gravel, not a single grass grows, so many years have passed, my aunt has carried a mountain full of sycamores, but unfortunately he still failed to come back. Mo Yifei's expression was gloomy, and his words were full of hatred for Yi Zhixuan.

The stone steps are towering into the clouds, each step is carved extremely carefully, I don't know how many steps, it seems to be the lovesickness, stretching endlessly, so clear, unforgettable.

"Every step was carved out by my aunt. Planted sycamores on the mountain, and carved ancient stone steps, for a whole thousand years, the dignified daughter, my aunt did only this, but where is the negative person?"

Where is this what a demon girl should do, but she is an infatuated woman, even if she has lived for a thousand years, where does she still have the decisiveness to kill seven thousand miles of blood.

At the top of that hill there was a suspended palace, floating in the clouds, and behind the palace was a taller and taller sycamore tree, whose branches covered the palace, and the flames were burning from the leaves.

Jimo hesitated slightly, here, he didn't dare to release his divine soul, and took out the only remaining branch of the Sycamore Tree, which was obtained from the Vermilion Bird Hall of Yixuan Palace, and kept until now.

"Back then, there were two sycamore trees, male and female, which were my aunt's companion sycamores, but one was planted in this cloud palace, and the other was ...... Planted in Yi Xuan Palace. ”

"Auntie!"

Without pushing open the heavy door, a red dress walked down from the fire-bathing plane tree, except for the hem of the clothes, all the other places were red, without a little variegation, this was a very ordinary woman, dressed like a village girl, but living alone in the cold cloud palace.

"Senior Ning!" Jimo saluted respectfully, but did not respond for a long time.

The legendary demon girl, who killed seven thousand miles in blood, actually held the branch of the Sycamore tree in her arms, as the most precious treasure in the world, and her hands were trembling slightly.

"Where did you get the sycamore stump?" The woman's hands trembled slightly, her excitement was indescribable, she had waited for thousands of years, and she had rediscovered the old things.

"Yi Xuan Palace, Vermilion Bird Palace. ”

"Auntie, his name is Jimo, and he once got that negative heart...... Yi Zhixuan's inheritance, after entering Yi Xuan Palace, cultivated into a void seal, not like the imposter of the rotten sea. Mo Yifei pulled Jimo and said, "Quick, Void Seal!"

Jimo couldn't see it, and he didn't know what kind of expression the demon girl was, but he clearly felt that the demon girl's heart was slightly tight, she was indeed very nervous, not as relaxed as Jimo.

Jimo raised his hand, grabbed a mountain in the void, and then turned into a turbulent river, and finally pushed the inverted sea seal, and the aura was almost exhausted.

"Where did you see him?" Ning Caiwei calmed down and looked at Jimo, only to find that the person in front of her had empty eyes and no look.

"I didn't see Senior Yi, but I was fortunate enough to enter Yi Xuan Palace in the Eastern Wilderness and get the inheritance of Senior Yi, and Senior Yi, with the younger generation, speculated that he should have walked into the void. Jimo didn't dare to say anything, and told Ning Caiwei what he knew in detail, and didn't dare to hide anything.

"Three hundred years ago, he only had Dao cultivation, how could it be?"

"Senior Yi said, 'I have been a soldier for 300 years, and I am willing to treat people who are destined in the world. ’”

"'Sacrifice me for three hundred years, would you like to treat people who are destined in the world?'" The demon girl's eyes were confused, and she nodded slowly, her lips were lightly pursed, and the corners of her eyes were smiling.

"That's all I know, and Senior Yi himself hasn't seen it. ”

"I already know that you will enter the Cloud Palace first. "Ning Caiwei has no momentum, just like a mortal.

"Auntie, that impostor?"

"I threw you into the capital of sin. Ning Caiwei paused, her language was flat, and she was a little more killing.

The dusty gates were opened and fell into the clouds, and the palace towered.

There is a cave in this palace, full of fairy spirit everywhere, there is a garden flowing water, a small bridge pavilion, the garden is still planted with a sycamore, there is a rank in the high and low, the uniform red leaves, such as being dyed red by fire.

"Yunzhong Palace is rarely opened, Xiao Momo, you stay here first, let Hu Chi accompany you, and I will go to find my aunt. "Magic Yifei said goodbye.

Jimo held on to the railing, and didn't dare to worry, things always have a sequence, and I don't know what kind of temper this person who killed seven thousand miles of blood back then, if it annoyed her by a small mistake, I don't even know how to write the dead word.

This one is famous for killing seven thousand miles of blood, not because of infatuation. The old monster who has lived for a thousand years has a hard time grasping her mind.

I stayed in the Cloud Palace for three days, and during this time, there was a light rain, which wet the sycamore leaves, and those fiery red leaves were even brighter.

Ning Caiwei is in the future, and the demon is flying in the future, Hu Chi is already anxious, although Jimo's expression is calm, it is rare to be unsettled, but he keeps thinking about the things in his heart, and he feels that he has gained something, and the injury of his soul is slowly recovering.

"Little Momo, my aunt is looking for you. Mo Yifei broke through the door, a little annoyed, "If I knew this was the case, I shouldn't have let you go up the mountain, I really don't know what good that negative person is." ”

Walk through the corridor, climb the ladder, and go straight up to the huge Sycamore Tree, which is sitting on the top of the tree, looking into the distance, with a shrunken feather in his hand and a broken branch of the Sycamore.

"Xiaofei, you go first, I have something I want to ask this son. Ning Caiwei waved her hand and slowly looked back at Jimo, beside her, there was a beautiful girl standing, it was Li Nannan.

"Auntie......"

"Let's go down!"

Mo Yifei pursed his lips and walked down the plane tree, extremely depressed.

"Nan Nan, you can go down too!"

"Hu Chi, you go down with Miss Nannan. ”

When the three of them left, Ning Caiwei smiled lightly, waved her hand to set up the tea set, and showed the wonderful tea art, "Sit!"

Jimo sat down, a little cramped and uneasy, really sitting opposite this demon girl, he would feel that kind of oppression, without any momentum, but the oppressive Jimo was speechless.

"You know the consequences of deceiving me. Ning Caiwei pushed the tea cup to Jimo, at this moment, she was more like the princess of the ancient imperial city, a demon girl who killed seven thousand miles of blood.

"The juniors are true, and the seniors will know it. Jimo didn't dare to gasp, and the hand holding the tea bowl trembled slightly.

"But you have deceived me, and the last person who deceived me was thrown into the capital of sin by me, what about you? Do you choose for yourself, or do I choose for you?"

The blue flame jumps under the teapot, the tea is turquoise, free of impurities, and the fragrance of tea overflows and fills the air.

"This is the snow mountain spirit tea I picked, and I can only collect half a catty for three hundred years, and I have sent it to a friend, and I only have one or two ...... left."

"The younger generation deserves it. Jimo slowly calmed down, knowing that Ning Caiwei was just intimidating.

The sweat on the forehead fell into the tea bowl, splashed a circle of ripples, slowly raised the fist-sized tea bowl, and sent the tea into the mouth, leaving a fragrance over the teeth, this tea is more sweet, without a trace of bitterness.

"When sweat falls into the tea, the taste changes. Ning Caiwei pushed a new tea cup and let Jimo taste it again, "This is not boasting, among the younger generation, except for Xiaofei, you are the second person to drink my tea." ”

"It's an honor for the younger generations. ”

Jimo slowly brought the teacup to his lips, just slid into a trace, and felt bitter and difficult to spit out, but he didn't dare to put the teacup down, and after about a dozen breaths in the bitterness, he felt a sweetness leaching out from the depths of his taste buds, and then what came out was a fragrant fragrance.

Jimo Xu understood this cup of tea and took a sip again.

This bowl of tea can only be tasted carefully, if you drink it urgently, there will be no sweetness, only bitterness.

"How?" Ning Caiwei looked at Jimo expectantly, and said with a smile, "Xiaofei has only drunk it once, so he doesn't dare to drink it a second time." ”

"The predecessors of the tea art is exquisite, this tea is the best in the tea, bitter after sweet, this sweetness, is bitter brewing. Jimo slowly let go, a little less fearful and a little more pity. How about a demon girl, how about killing seven thousand miles of blood, but she is just an infatuated woman.

"What is the purpose of coming to my Xianhuang Mountain, I'm afraid it's not just to send me that sycamore branch, this Xianhuang Mountain, but few people are willing to come. Ning Caiwei gently sipped the tea and looked at Jimo.

"The juniors do have something to ask for, and I hope the seniors will tell me. ”

Say. ”

"Can the ancestors of the Peerless Holy Fetus be blocked in front of the Daohe Gate?" Jimo squeezed the tea bowl in his hand tightly, and gently placed it on the stone table.

Ning Caiwei glanced at Jimo and nodded, "It is difficult for the peerless holy fetus to enter the Dao Combination, even if it is in the ancient books of the Imperial Dynasty, there is no record of transcending the Dao Harmony Realm. ”

"I see. Jimo was disappointed, smiled wryly and lowered his head, this is really a dead end, there is a cliff ahead, the way is broken from the middle, you can't see the opposite side, and you can't jump over.

"However, there are also peerless holy fetuses whose combat power is comparable to that of the sages, and they are still superior compared to the sages, and they have a cultivation method. Ning Caiwei cut off the way and pointed out a path that winded to the opposite side.

"Please also ask the seniors to make it clear ......"

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