Wen Qingye looked at the woman in front of her, and her heart couldn't help but feel soft.
He himself didn't know why he fell in love with Zhang Xiaoyun in the first place.
It may be her weak character, her unfortunate background, or her eyes with water waves behind the door.
I don't know what to do, and I go deep.
I don't know when that emotion was triggered, but by the time you find out, that emotion is getting deeper and deeper.
"No matter what you face in the future, don't forget that you still have me by your side, if you are born, I will be born with you, if you die" Zhang Xiaoyun raised his head, looked at Wen Qingye seriously, and said, "Then I will die with you."
Wen Qingye patted Zhang Xiaoyun's shoulder and said with a smile: "Don't say stupid things, there are still a few people in the fairy world who can kill me, I am now the immortal lord of the Southern Immortal Court, and I have trillions of monks under my command."
Zhang Xiaoyun has been in the abbot mountain for several years, and she has long seen the pattern of the fairy world very thoroughly, and she can naturally see that this is clearly Wen Qingye comforting him.
Not to mention the status of the Immortal Lord of the Southern Immortal Court in the Immortal Realm, it is Wen Qingye's strength, the Yuan Shen has been sealed, once this news spreads, then the consequences will be much more serious.
The Southern Immortal Court is a piece of fat, but there are many forces staring at it.
Especially Wen Qingye also offended a lot of big forces, Cloud Tower, Abbot Mountain, Spirit Clan (Wen Qingye and the old man who swept the tomb got the wordless book of heaven) and he have a lot of grievances.
It seems that they are in a high position and control life and death, but Zhang Xiaoyun knows that they are more dangerous than ever at this moment.
Wen Qingye smiled: "Don't worry, leave all this to me" Zhang Xiaoyun also smiled and said, "Leave it to us."
"Okay, leave it to us" Wen Qingye nodded, then looked at Zhang Xiaoyun's reddish lips and kissed them gently.
Tianyang Desert (one of the Eight Jedi), the center of the place.
The boundless yellow sand covers the earth, and above the sky, the sun is like a huge disk, and the dazzling light scorches the earth.
Heaven and earth are like a huge furnace, and the creatures standing in the yellow sand are the refined beings in the Dan furnace.
On top of a sand dune, a group of figures surrounded an old man.
This group of figures is none other than the master of the Sand Clan in the Tianyang Desert, and the leader is the patriarch of the Sand Clan.
The old man glanced around, and then laughed and said, "Pei Huan, do you want the magic sword to take it yourself?"
Why bother to make such a big formation, is it really scary to be an old man?
” The patriarch of the Sand Clan, Pei Huan, snorted coldly and said, "Qin Du, you are a senior, I advise you to hand over the sword in your hand, otherwise don't blame me for being unkind to you."
Qin Du, if there is someone now, he will definitely feel a chill in his heart when he hears these two words.
Because this person is the immortal monarch master who guards the immortal tomb of the famous immortal realm, his strength is at the level of Taiqing immortal monarch, and in the entire immortal realm, both strength and seniority are the existence that most immortal monarchs look up to.
Qin Du fiddled with the long sword in his hand and said, "I said, if you want the magic sword, come up and get it yourself."
"Okay, then don't blame me for being rude" Pei Huan snorted coldly, and his body swooped, as if he had turned into a lone eagle and rushed towards Qin Du.
Rumble!
Rumble!
As Pei Huan struck out with one palm, the true qi erupted into a piercing roar.
Qin Du saw Pei Huan make a decisive move, his face turned cold, he gritted his teeth, and greeted him with a palm.
Bang!
The huge palm prints of the two covered the heavens and the earth, and at the moment of the collision, a huge muffled sound sounded, and the yellow sand around them was filled, setting off a large sandstorm.
The two Immortal Monarch masters fought against each other in this boundless desert, and their might was shocking.
Qin Du's footsteps retreated to the rear again and again, and his face was also pale.
A sneer appeared at the corner of Pei Huan's mouth, "Old guy, give you three breaths, hand over the magic sword, I will spare you from death" "This Pei Huan's strength is so good, it looks like he has reached the Mixed Yuan Immortal Monarch, and with my strength, I am not his opponent."
Qin Du's mind turned sharply, and then Yu Guang saw the sword in his hand, and his heart was horizontal.
Phew!
Qin Du waved his arm, and the black sword in his hand also swung here, and an unpretentious sword spit out from the blade of the black sword.
"Stubborn!"
Pei Huan snorted coldly, his body rose like a god of war, and slapped his palm towards Qin Du.
The huge palm print covered the sky and the sun, as if it was about to slap Qin Du into a pulp Whoa, whoa, whoa!
At this moment, the black sword light directly split the huge palm print, and then rushed towards Pei Huan.
"This" Pei Huan saw the rushing sword, his eyes opened suddenly, he just wanted to play to escape, but it was too late.
Poof!
The black sword slashed directly into Pei Huan's throat, and suddenly blood gushed out like a spring.
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Subsequently, everyone present saw an extremely terrifying scene.
I saw Pei Huan's blood as if it had been pulled by some kind of traction, and all of it poured into the black long sword.
In just one breath, Pei Huan's whole body blood, including essence blood, was sucked out by the black long sword and turned into a dried corpse.
Tong!
Pei Huan's body fell heavily on the sand, startling a cloud of dust.
Seeing this scene, the surrounding Sand Clan masters all gasped.
"What kind of sword is this, it's terrifying!"
A Sand Clan monk couldn't help but tremble.
The surrounding Sand Clan monks were frightened and frightened.
"Hahaha!"
Qin Du saw Pei Huan die in his hands, and couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh.
Masters like Pei Huan have not survived a single move in his hands, which is enough to show the skill of this magic sword.
With the magic sword in hand, how many people in the world are his opponents?
At this moment, Qin Du's smile stopped abruptly, his entire face froze directly, and then his body continued to twitch.
Tong!
Tong!
Tong!
Qin Du's body suddenly burst open, and then burst out countless blood, all of which merged into the magic sword.
Then Pei Huan's death, dozens of breaths later, Qin Du also turned into a dry corpse.
I saw a red line appear on the hilt of the black long sword, and then continued to extend towards the tip of the sword.
"Peerless Demon Sword!
Peerless magic sword!
A Sand Clan Da Luo Jin Immortal couldn't help but shout.
"It's terrible!"
The surrounding Sand Clan monks also reacted, as if they had seen a ghost.
But everyone's fear had not yet dissipated, and then a different kind of emotion brewed, and the Sand monks present were as if they had seen a peerless treasure, and they all had greed in their eyes.
The Sand Clan monks all glanced at each other, and the killing intent in their eyes was extremely strong.
"Magic ......
The magic sword is mine."
A bloody, brutal killing seems to have just begun.
Just a few days after Wen Qingye became the new Immortal Lord of the Southern Immortal Court, a piece of news spread throughout the Immortal Realm.
In the Tianyang Desert, a peerless magic sword appeared.
At first, this magic sword was not in the Tianyang Desert, but in the immortal tomb that was also one of the eight Jedi, I don't know why this magic sword likes to drink blood.
The immortal tombs are all the tombs of the immortal monarchs of the immortal world, and it is normal for the corpses to have not been damaged for countless years, if the corpses are not damaged, they must contain supreme essence blood.
This magic sword has absorbed the essence and blood of more than ninety percent of the immortal monarchs in the immortal tomb, you must know that the immortal tomb has existed for more than 500,000 years, and I don't know how many top immortal monarchs have been buried in it.
And this magic sword has absorbed all that can be absorbed in it, how much essence blood has been absorbed in it?
It's just appalling.
Subsequently, this magic sword was brought out by Qin Du, a master who guarded the immortal tomb, and immediately attracted the attention of countless masters.
Coveted by countless masters, Qin Du came to the Tianyang Desert and was surrounded by the patriarch of the Sand Clan.
I saw that in front of everyone's eyes, Qin Du, who was holding the magic sword, slaughtered all directions, killing Pei Huan and countless Sand Clan masters, but in the end, he himself was killed by the magic sword because he couldn't control the magic sword.
Suddenly, the magic sword set off a bloody storm in the Tianyang Desert, and countless sects and races were involved in it. ……… Southern Immortal Garden, Asgard Palace.
Wen Qingye was sitting in the back garden, meditating in his heart on how to unlock the Yuan Shen Seal.
At this moment, his path seemed to be blocked to death, unsealing the seal, and crossing the immortal monarch tribulation.
Next to him, Zhang Xieyue and Yan Qingyu stood on either side.
Zhang Xieyue said: "Whispering, are you still unwilling to forgive me?"
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When I returned to Asgard, I was forced by my father."
Yan whispered a glance at Zhang Xiyue, and then seemed to have never heard of it.
Zhang Xieyue couldn't help but sigh when she saw that Yan Qingyu was still indifferent to her words.
At this moment, Jin Xin walked in slowly.
"Immortal Lord, Qingyang Immortal Monarch has arrived at Jingyang Palace" Wen Qingye stood up and nodded, "I see" With that, Wen Qingye walked in the direction of Jingyang Hall.
Yan Qingyu and Zhang Xieyue also followed behind Wen Qingye, preparing to go to Jingyang Hall.
Wen Qing didn't reply at night, and said lightly: "You two don't have to follow, just stay here."
With that, Wen Qingye left.
Looking at Wen Qingye's disappearing back, Zhang Xiyue's eyes were extremely calm, like a pool of stagnant water.
"Whispering, I think we should have a good talk" Yan whispered coldly: "I have nothing to say to you" Jingyang Palace.
Jingyang Hall is one of the seven halls in the Immortal Palace, and it has always been the place where Emperor Shakti entertained.
Wen Qingye walked slowly into the main hall, and saw an old woman in the center of the main hall at a glance.
Wen Qingye was startled in his heart, his mind was a little blank, and he walked forward quickly.
The old face was also imprinted in his eyes, and he could vaguely see that the old woman's face was a little familiar.
This old woman is none other than Qingyang Xianjun.
Wen Qingye exclaimed, "What's going on?"
” Why did Qingyang Xianjun's face become so old, and the longevity in her body also reached the point of running out of oil and drying up, what happened to this?
Seeing Wen Qingye in front of him, Qingyang Xianjun shook his head and smiled bitterly, and said, "Sit down first, let's talk slowly."
(End of chapter)