Chapter 2288 (1/2)

A young man with a delicate face slowly came into his eyes. His eyes were like Phoenix eyes, his eyebrows were like willows, and his hair was like silver waterfall.

”Find that one, and when you find it, report it to me again!”

With a faint smile, he looked at Yeming and waved, ”go down!”

Yeming didn't think about it. Bai Sheng didn't blame him at all. In a moment, Yeming immortal was relieved and suppressed the ecstasy in his heart.

”Yes

He quickly retreated until he came out of the hall.

The door of the hall closed quietly.

Bai xucang sat quietly in the highest place of the hall, with calm eyes.

”White clothes, instant kill half saint, not long ago, the black nest of the waves, seems to be white clothes!” White beard murmured softly. The WuChao assembly had invited him. As for the result, some of his subordinates reported it.

Dongyuyun, Princess Liuqing, Tianya Taoist Ten days later, Tianjiao died.

More than 200 Tianjiao fled and did not dare to come to Jinwu again.

It is said that someone pointed out that the giant of ten thousand li fell from the end of the sky and sank to the huge Island, which shocked the pride of heaven.

When Bai xucang heard the news, he once deduced it, but in the end, he got nothing.

Seventeen days ago, when the affair of congenital Gu didn't work out, he felt something. He had deduced one or two things, but in the end, it was the same as the affair of WuChao in the past.

Even if he was granted a saint to bind the emperor, and the power of heaven suppressed the forbidden areas, it would not be so unbearable. Even as a saint, he could not deduce a living creature.

There will not be such a coincidence, the results are the same.

Bai xucang's eyes were calm. ”Those who speak wildly must have the power to surpass others!”

”However, those who have been crazy for a long time will also suffer misfortune!”

Then he slowly closed his eyes and vomited again.

He has not yet arrived at the first stage of becoming a saint. He can't talk about a real saint. His affairs are small. Only this first stage can't be neglected.

……

On the other side of the eastern region, there are women sitting in the forbidden area of the eastern region, lost in the sky and chaotic valley.

This place, which has been shrouded in vast clouds all the year round, has never been dispersed for hundreds of millions of years. There is no difference between day and night.

In this valley, in a clear pool, there are women sitting on the lotus terrace.

On this lotus stand, a wisp of breath is small and involved in the woman's body.

If Qin Xuan is here, his eyes will be fixed.

Naliantai is a kind of imperial medicine, which has no owner and no spirit. It was once thought to be the great emperor and was left by his successors.

In a previous life, Qin Xuan was the enemy of the inheritor of the great emperor and killed him. When he learned of the news of the lotus terrace, this lotus terrace was also owned by him. However, it was extremely difficult to get around here. It took more than a year to find the way from it. Qin Xuan had not come yet, but now it is owned by her people.

However, if Qin Xuan through the heavy fog, see the woman on the lotus, I'm afraid it won't be a little angry.

Quietly, the woman opened her eyes. In her eyes, there were nine color flowers gathering and rotating.

”The third realm of Hunyuan, more than a hundred years ago, should also be called peerless pride in the fairyland?” Her voice was soft, in the mist.

”However, compared with him, there are still shortcomings, as always!”

In the voice, there is a bit of bitterness, and a bit of smile, as if at ease.

”I don't know where he is. At least, he won't be in the eastern region. Now the third region of Hunyuan is enough to walk in the fairyland. This eastern region is not like a farewell!”

The woman got up slowly from the lotus stand. In a moment, her posture disappeared into the vast clouds and there was no trace.

……

Jucheng, courtyard, Qin Xuan from the house, has been slowly out.

In his hand, the holy sword without spirit appeared in his palm.

A long sword, three fingers wide, sharp as a cicada's wing, silver white, on the hilt of the sword, it is forbidden to make patterns, and it is simple.